Riverworld Page #4

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I'm sorry!

I'm sorry...

They told me

you were devils,

Unclean,

That by killing you

I would free

our people,

That I'd be rewarded

in paradise.

But there is no paradise,

Only this place,

This land

of infidels.

So, because you didn't

get your reward,

You're suddenly sorry

for what you did?

If they lied about paradise,

what else did they lie about?

How is a person

supposed to live

When everything

is a lie?

Soldiers!

Who the hell

are these guys?

Conquistadors.

That's a spanish flag.

All right, honey,

you stay here.

No!

No, no, no,

I'll handle these clowns.

Hey! Hey, you!

Daniel...

Hey, what are

you doing?

You guys can't just

waltz in here.

That's enough.

Hey, hey, hey,

who are you guys?

Huh? What's going on?

You will not address

El Adelantado

Without permission,

peasant.

Okay, shorty, listen,

I'm an american attorney,

And I'll address

whoever I damn well please,

Including the,

man of La Mancha here.

Nice outfit...

No, you will be

slaughtered!

Silencio.

Daniel!

No! No!

You will all bow down

To your new lord and master!

May I present

the governor-general of Peru,

Conqueror of the incas,

Francisco Pizarro.

Pizarro?

Heed the words

of El Adelantado!

Poor ignorant bastards.

You have no idea where you are,

Or what is happening to you.

I will make everything

simple, huh?

Clear.

This world,

This Riverworld,

Is a purgatory,

Constructed

by demons,

And overrun by pagans

and idolaters,

Not so different

From the depraved

savages

Of the americas

Before we spaniards

brought them to heel.

What this world

needs

Is vision.

It needs order.

I have that vision,

And I will provide

that order,

And you,

All of you,

Will help me

in this divine mission,

Or...

I will make you

suffer

Until you beg

for death.

Matthew...

Your wound,

it is healed.

Things must

heal quickly here.

Show your grailband,

And remember,

one third of your food is ours.

Anyone taking alcohol

or drugs from the stone

Will be punished.

Well, this just keeps

getting better.

I'm almost glad

Antonio's not here...

Almost.

We have to get away.

Too many soldiers.

We must be

patient,

Wait for

an opportunity.

Oh, hey,

your grailband.

Why don't you get lost?

We'll scrape up

enough to feed you.

You, come with me!

This way, move!

Where are you

taking me?

What did I do wrong?

Antonio?

Oh, my God!

You're alive.

Thank God!

There's too much

to explain right now.

We have to be

very careful.

Just know

That I'm going to find a way

to get us out of here, okay?

Okay?

Do you get to keep the uniform?

I've been looking for you.

I'd almost given up hope.

A year and a half?

How is that possible?

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