The Wicker Man Page #3

that you have a daughter, okay?

So let's go slow here.

So....

No. No.

That's the only way to start this.

What in the hell happened to you?

I didn't....

Look, it was a long time ago.

We were young.

So what?

Well, why do we do anything in this life?

I need some kind of answer here.

Was it some other guy, or...?

I mean, obviously,

you met someone, but--

Look, I was scared and....

I don't know, I just--

I wasn't ready for this...

...so I ran back home.

It's quite a home, by the way.

This place.

We're different here. I know that.

If you've grown up around it,

it's one thing, but it's....

Yes, odd.

Anyway....

My daughter is what matters

to me now. Rowan.

Why do this?

Stir this all up again? It's so....

Why don't you just

get her dad to help you?

Because the only person I trust is you.

Even after all these years.

Edward.

People will try to mislead you, they will,

but you must trust me.

-I wanna help you, but--

-No, she has been taken.

By who, I don't know. I don't.

But my little girl is still here.

I promise you, if she's here, I'll find her.

-I know you will.

-I'm gonna need to ask you some questions.

Okay. I'll meet you again

as soon as it's safe. I have to go now.

Leave us.

Greetings, Sister Beech.

A lovely evening.

It is indeed. Welcome, all.

Will Sister Summersisle bless us

with her presence?

I'm afraid not.

Enjoy the night. Only, make sure

you're ready for the day of tomorrow.

The time of death and rebirth.

-Yes. Of the Wicker Man's return.

-Yes. Of the Wicker Man's return.

Excuse me.

Did someone unpack my bag?

Because I'm missing some tapes.

-I wouldn't know.

-They're called Everything's OK!

Good.

Edward, I know that we haven't spoken

in a few years and things ended badly...

...or I ended them badly, to be more fair.

I didn't wanna hurt you

any more than I did.

Now I must.

That's not her daughter.

Did you get my doll?

Yeah, I got it, honey.

It's a little banged up.

Rowan?

Rowan?

Rowan?

Hello?

Rowan?

Why do you have store-bought?

I thought you made this stuff here.

Look, I just serve what I'm handed.

If you don't like it, you'll have

to talk to Sister Beech, all right?

What's with this "sister" thing, anyway?

It's just our way.

We don't have any Royal Honey for you.

None at all?

No, not a drop.

Our crop was cursed last year.

I might find you

a little bit of sugar.

All right.

Okay.

Mr. Malus? Your sweetener.

Thanks. What are these?

Festivals of some kind?

That's right, our Harvest Festival.

We have one the end of each autumn.

And then the Festival of Fertility too,

of course.

But that's too sacred.

No pictures can be taken of that.

What happened to last year's?

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