Me | You are Morgahard. | |
Morgahard | How come you know my name? | |
Me | The judge is looking for you. You fled from his jail. | |
Me | What did you do, then? Steal his wallet? | |
Morgahard | Not his. The governor's. And on his behalf, too. | |
Morgahard | After we attacked the governor, he didn't want to share the booty with us and had us arrested. | |
Morgahard | We didn't want to wind up on the gallows, so we fled. | |
Morgahard | We thought they'd never catch us that way. That seems to have been a mistake. | |
Me | The judge ordered me to kill you. | |
Morgahard | Yeah, sure. That's why you're here, isn't it? | |
Me | What can we do against the judge? | |
Morgahard | Nothing at all. He sits up there in the upper end of town like a spider in its web, untouchable. | |
Me | I wouldn't say that. We'd only need some proof of his guilt in the matter concerning the governor. | |
Morgahard | Proof, you say? I have that. But who would listen to a convicted criminal? | |
Me | Give me your proof, and I'll see to it that no one will hunt you again. | |
Morgahard | Are you sure? All right. Here, take this letter. It bears the judge's signature. | |
Morgahard | Even if it doesn't change my guilt, it should be enough to confirm that he was an accomplice in the business. | |
Me | Stop whining and draw your weapon. We'll put an end to this now. | |
Morgahard | Suits me fine. I've got nothing left to lose anyway. | |
Morgahard | That swine of a judge - I'll see him swing some day. | |
Morgahard | Why don't you just disappear? | |