The Outrage Page #3

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I thought she liked me at first,

but then she just disappeared.

Well, all women are the same.

He said he didn't know

where the woman had gone.

Why am I not surprised

to hear that?

Two days ago a female body

was found in a stream.

What do you mean?

A ruthless bandit like Singh Kham

wouldn't have any trouble

killing a helpless woman.

No.

Singh Kham didn't kill that woman.

She came to testify.

That woman? She testified?

Someone found her

not far from the crime scene.

She was hiding

in an abandoned temple.

Well, there was no need

for her to hide.

Singh Kham had already

confessed to the crime.

That was more than enough

to send him

to the execution ground.

But the warlord's wife

didn't accuse Singh Kham at all.

What she testified

was a completely different story.

A different story?

Why?

The bandit said he was the killer.

I know.

It was bizarre.

But I studied

that woman carefully

and she didn't come across

as the bandit had described her.

She didn't look

like a flighty woman,

or someone with loose morals.

I looked at her

while she was in court.

To me, she was a fragile

and innocent lady.

Her eyes were like that

of an injured bird

that couldn't fly away.

This is Lady Kham Kaew,

my daughter.

She's suffering

from a heartbreaking tragedy.

The Lord Governor

may be wondering

how a woman like me

can have a fine daughter like this.

I've nurtured her

since she was a child,

guarding her like I would guard

a beautiful flower.

Get to the point.

What's this woman's relationship

with the dead man?

He was my daughter's husband.

His name was Lord Larh-Fah,

the warlord of Chiang Lah.

He came from a wealthy

aristocratic clan.

Afine man like him shouldn't have

met such a dreadful end.

When did they get married?

Four years ago, my lord.

It was a grand ceremony.

Just look at my daughter.

You can tell that she has had

many suitors,

all from noble

and wealthy families.

But I allowed Lord Larh-Fah

to take her hand

because I believed

he was truly a good man.

Mother,

you should be ashamed

of yourself.

He is dead,

and you're still flattering him.

Sir, my husband was a nobleman

from Chiang Lah.

My mother...

was a servant in his house.

I added a little flourish

just to cheer myself up.

This is no time

to cheer anyone up.

Not even a little.

My mother...

was a loyal servant,

trusted by the master's family.

That alone was something

to be proud of.

When I was young,

I always helped her out

around the household.

Sometimes I carried water

from the well.

Lpicked wildowers,

put them in a fragrant bowl,

and brought it to my master

at the training ground.

Even in those days,

his chann captivated me.

When I grew up,

I fell in love with him.

But I never thought that he'd be so kind

as to make me his wife,

because he never cast his eyes

on me.

Until that day

when I put a flower in my hair

and carried the bowl

of fragrant water to him,

like I always did.

That was the first time

he looked at me.

I tried hard to become a lady

and the wife of an esteemed warlord

of Chiang Lah.

He picked the clothes

for me to wear.

He taught me how to sit,

how to walk and eat.

Even how to talk.

He taught me everything.

At night as I was lying

next to him,

I was afraid to go to sleep.

I was terrified that! would wake up

from a dream.

I thought it was all

just a dream.

I thought

it was all just a dream.

Calm yourself, Lady Kham Kaew,

so you can continue.

Yes, my lord.

I'll continue.

After the bandit

took advantage of me,

he strutted around pompously.

He bragged

about his past misdeeds,

even comparing me

to other women he'd ravaged.

He used obscene words

that pricked my ears.

Even now,

I can still hear

his vulgar laughter.

His horrible ranting

still echoes in my head!

Listen!

Don't you know who I am?

I'm Singh Kham the bandit.

Get that into your skull!

I'm Singh Kham!

From which hole are you from

that you've never heard of me?

Never mind.

Now you know me,

you can brag about this

until the day you die

that you were once

Singh Kham's wife!

Singh Kham, son of a peasant

who becomes King of the Forest!

Don't act up!

What happened to you today

is probably the only thing

worth remembering in your entire life.

You like swords, don't you?

Gold-handled, diamond-studded,

and emeralds, too!

You drooled

when I told you about them.

Remember, a man like Singh Kham

never breaks his promises.

- Here's the sword I promised you!

- No!

WW did you stop me?

I thought I was

doing you a favor.

You're an animal!

Yes, I am.

Too bad...

you're not one too!

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone!

But we're still alive!

I'll forget it.

I'll forget everything.

I promise...

we'll be together,

until eternity.

Why are you looking at me

like that?

Your eyes!

Why are you looking at me

like that?!

Here.

Kill me.

If that's how you feel,

just kill me!

Kill me now!

But please,

don't look at me like that.

You won't do it.

But you're tormenting me!

You're the only man in my life.

I've never wanted any other.

What happened

was beyond my control.

I didn't cause it to happen.

What do you want me to do?

To go away?

How could I live without you?

Answer me!

Have I become so unworthy

that you can't even talk to me?

Tell me!

I'm no longer the daughter

of your servant!

I'm your wife!

I'm the one who shares your bed.

Answer me!

Answer me!

Answer me! Answer me!

Answer me!

I must have fainted.

When I came to,

I saw...

my husband lying dead.

He was stabbed right through.

At that moment,

I knew that I had killed

my own husband.

I ran away.

I ran without knowing

where I was going.

I tried to drown myself.

But even the river

wouldn't take me.

Am I that worthless?

Am I that worthless?

"Am I that worthless?"

But who could forget

the look on that woman's face?

The trembling lips,

the tears streaming down.

Tears are women's

strongest weapon.

They always use it against men.

And stupid men like us

always fall for it.

But why?

Why would she confess to a crime

that she didn't commit?

Who knows why women do

what they do?

A woman's heart

is a labyrinth, sir.

She wanted your sympathy,

and you fell hopelessly

into the trap.

She admitted

to killing her husband,

and now you can't

forget her face?

That's it.

That pale face

soaked with tears.

That innocent face.

Innocence,

it always does the trick.

Who would have the heart

to send a woman to the gallows?

Don't take him seriously.

He's just provoking you.

It's all right.

What he says is true.

We can't believe the woman's story,

because we heard

what the shaman said.

Shaman?

What shaman?

They brought a shaman to court.

Genius!

Now even a ghost can talk!

So what did the shaman say?

Was the ghost's story as reliable

as those of the living?

I don't believe that the woman

was feigning her suffering,

or that the bandit

was so defiant against death.

Why would he lie

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