Last Knights Page #3

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Does he arrive here planning to make

a name for himself at my expense?

Or is he so filled up with pride

that he has no room for humility?

Here, dog, a silk for your filth!

Where are we expected?

There is something I wish to show you.

Such a fine sword.

May I?

This is a nobleman's blade.

Where did you come by it?

It was a gift...

from my master.

I have never heard of such generosity

from lord to retainer.

It seems you have won.

It is my favorite room here

because it exemplifies the great virtues

of generosity and humility...

qualities necessary to operate smoothly

within the workings of the capital.

A quality all the other noblemen

whom I have received seem to grasp.

Are you beginning to understand

the points of our talk?

Yes.

Very impressive.

You really intend giving all this away?

I'm reaching the end

of my patience with you.

We can play this game

as long as you like,

but you'll receive no bribe from me.

Is that what this is to you? A game?

How do you think the Emperor would respond

to his command being thought of as a game?

Since you're only threat seems to be running

to the Emperor like a pouting child,

- you should ask him as soon as possible.

- I need not ask.

You were ordered to this review

by the Emperor, and yet you reject his word.

I reject any attempt by you to exert

some delusional power over me.

It is you who live

under illusion, not me.

I offer you no threat but a promise.

I will not only take

your property and standing,

but I will turn everything connected

to the Bartok name into dust.

And when I'm done,

it will be as if neither you nor any

generation before had ever existed.

You should be careful not to overstep.

Something wrong?

I have known many like you, men who...

once their hairs bleed grey

and their spines cut them like daggers,

come to revise their own history.

Truth is that your innermost fear

is in fact your most striking attribute.

You are irrelevant.

You have neither cast a shadow

nor left any footprints

upon the great legacy

of the Bartok clan.

Your only achievement

was being born into nobility...

and you somehow

failed to reproduce even that.

Guards! Guards!

You draw your blade

on a minister of the Emperor?

Minister, your father-in-law approaches.

What happened? All I've been told

is that you were attacked.

I cannot say too much at this time.

But we are about to witness

the wrath of the Emperor.

You have been summoned

before our most glorious

and wise Emperor.

The prisoner who stands

before you is Lord Bartok.

He has committed the crime

of attacking a loyal minister

of the Emperor.

The prisoner will now be permitted

to address his peers

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