The Outrage Page #5

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Weren't you with a man

in the stable?

Did you think

that I knew nothing?

What are you talking about?

That's nonsense!

Stop pretending you're a lady!

I'm your husband.

I know where you came from,

and what you are.

I've been hiding my feelings

for a long time.

I don't want to be humiliated

anymore.

Humiliated? Humiliated?

Since we've been together,

all you care about is your honor.

I should've thought about that

before I wedded you.

Sure, my noble knight.

Shut up, both of you!

How did we end up in this mess?

It's because of the wind.

That wind caused all of this!

Let's just forget it!

I'm out of here!

Wait!

Wait!

DOn't go!

How can you forget everything

so quickly?

I already have.

You can't leave us like this!

Do you hear me?

Don't follow me!

I don't like being followed!

Let him go,

you shameless trash!

Stop being such a crybaby.

All women are crybabies.

Those tears mean nothing to me.

Maybe she thinks

she can deceive you with them.

Me?

Not anymore.

She has a beautiful face.

I was tricked into believing

that I could raise her

to become a lady.

You can just toss her back

into the kitchen.

Toss me back into the kitchen?

A kitchen woman's daughter?

Yes, that's me.

I'm a kitchen woman's daughter.

I spent enough time

in the kitchen to know

whether something is rotten

and must be dumped in the trash.

Shut up!

Excuse me, my lord.

You keep blabbering about honor,

about your sacred sword.

It's well known

that a real warlord

can kill a man

at the slightest provocation.

But look, what has this outlaw

done to you?

He tied you to a tree

and raped your wife in front of you.

And you still have the nerve

to swagger around

and order me to slit my throat!

I thought I would give you

one last chance

to prove yourself

to be a real man.

I should've known better.

I've been sharing your bed

long enough to know

how you'd tremble with fear

the night before a battle.

In the morning, you'd be seized

by terror and throw up.

I'd have to console you before you

could summon enough strength

to put on your armor.

You call yourself a warrior?

Is this the "honor"

you keep talking about?

We both know

you're not a fighter.

You're a coward!

A pathetic coward!

A pathetic coward!

Shut up!

That's enough!

Enough?

Who says it's enough?

Singh Kham says.

Of course!

Singh Kham,

the "ruthless bandit,"

feared and loathed

by the entire kingdom.

A moment ago,

I fooled myself into believing

that what I'd heard was true.

I thought that Singh Kham,

who had just taken me

as his wife,

would fight for me,

and rescue me from the awful life

I've been forced to share

with this coward.

But no! Singh Kham was ready

to kill my husband

when he was tied up,

but when I cut him loose,

the "great bandit" chickened out

and was ready to run for his life.

You're no better than he is.

Neither of you are real men.

All you do is talk and brag.

But in truth, you're nothing.

Did you say I threw up

before going off to battle?

Why don't you charge?

You charge first.

Help me!

I had to hold my breath

while I was hiding there.

I was so terrified

that the bandit would hear me.

I was horror-struck,

I prayed to every god I knew.

I didn't do it.

He fell on his own sword!

But when it passed,

I ran like the wind.

Straight to the guards?

Yes.

And while you were running,

you forgot half of the story, right?

No, I didn't.

I don't know.

Actually, I should've told the truth

in court.

But when they took the story

in totally different directions,

I started to doubt

my own memory.

I still don't see why those people

had to lie to the court.

Did they?

They did.

I saw everything

with my own eyes.

And can your eyes

see more clearly than theirs?

Men only see

what we want to see

and hear what we want to hear.

Anyway, I prefer your version

of the story to the others.

It has a greater ring of truth

than the others.

We humans like to think

of ourselves

as big and important.

We think we're heroes,

or national darlings.

Anything, as long

as it's big and important.

But real humans

aren't big or important.

We're small, weak,

selfish, gutless.

We're insincere

and undignified.

I have nothing.

I am nothing.

I stopped fooling myself

a long time ago.

What's that sound?

It's a baby!

Yes, they always dump them here.

A new one every day.

What are you doing?

This blanket will bring

a good price in the market.

Scum.

You're stealing from a newborn!

If I don't take it,

someone else will.

You're not human.

You're a bloodsucking monster!

If I'm a monster,

then what are the baby's parents?

You're so corrupt.

The baby is shivering.

He'll freeze to death.

Give me the blanket!

- Leave me alone.

- Give it to me!

Leave me alone!

If you don't give it to me,

I'll go to the guards!

Fine! Do that!

Bring the guards here!

I bet they'll want to know

what you did too.

So far I've been

very kind to you.

Kind to me?

Yes, you know what I mean.

You're such an honest

and truthful man, right?

You've never lied, right?

Well, you are a liar,

just like all of them.

You're also a thief,

just like everybody else.

You may have fooled

the Lord Governor,

but you can never fool me.

What are you talking about?

I don't understand you.

He understands me very well, sir.

Ask him... where is the warlord's sword?

Remember what the shaman said?

She said someone crept toward

the dead man and pulled the sword

from his chest,

while his body was still warm!

No! No! No!

How much did you sell it for?

Must have been a lot, huh?

And you called me

a "bloodsucking monster"?

Don't look at the monk!

I saw you were very cautious

while talking to the monk

so I thought

I wouldn't tell on you.

Thieves should stick together.

At first I thought

we were on the same team,

until you called me a monster.

You reap what you sow,

don't you?

Don't lose sleep over this,

my friend.

Sometimes we're good

and sometimes we're bad.

Life is just like that.

There's no point arguing

who's right and who's wrong.

Life is too short

to be wasted over this nonsense.

The storm has passed, sir.

It's time for me to say goodbye.

Thank you, my friend.

I enjoyed your story today.

And I got this blanket

as a bonus too.

Sir,

give it to me.

If I do, the baby won't live.

I know what I am, sir.

I don't blame you.

Why should you trust me?

But I...

I have six children of my own.

Sometimes they're cold,

sometimes they're hungry,

and sometimes they're scared.

They cry a lot too.

That sword...

has helped get them

through another day.

Please let me keep the baby.

Traveling alone

is tough enough already.

Don't burden yourself

with a baby.

I'll take him home.

It's so small,

it shouldn't eat too much.

I'll be able to feed him.

Keep him then.

Take him home.

Can you forgive me?

I have nothing

to forgive you for.

It's you who should forgive me.

I was so confident

in preaching dharma to others,

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