‘They killed my mother, too,’ Glade reminded her. ‘But hers was a lesser death. My mother was the chief of our village. If the bastards hadn’t...attacked our village I might well be chief now. Indeed, now that my mother is dead I am the chief. But it’s a hollow claim. The village of which I am chief is now the haunt of hyenas and vultures and my people are enslaved. I detest the Knights. They steal everything. They stole their religion from Quagga’s tribe. They stole the art of flint-knapping and. I saw it when I was out exploring." Vent, huh?" Pavlov said, suddenly interested, "where does it come out?" Above this, like, communal cavern. It's where they have meals and stuff. There was always a Chinese bitch guarding the passage to where we slept. She had a rifle slung over her shoulder and a strip of bamboo she used to hit us with." Why hit you?" I think they try and break our spirits, y'know? No-one fucks with me like that, I tell you. You go there and jam that bamboo up her asshole!". ”“There’s a good boy. Because an imaginary creature couldn’t hurt you, could she? She couldn’t for example, burn you with her lit cigarette?”I tensed as she plucked her cigarette from her black lips and held it between her fingers, lowering it down towards my neck. It hovered there, an inch from my exposed skin, I could feel the heat that radiated from it.“Now tell me the truth,” she chimed sweetly. “Have you been doing your work today, or have you been drawing unflattering pictures of me for. Helen opened her mouth to say something before Sally spoke again.“Now Helen, you were a COMPLETE slut in school. I mean, how many of the boys joked about ‘Parking with Parker?’” The audience laughed. Helen sat up. Yes, everything they were saying was true, but she wasn’t going to sit idle for it.“This isn’t the interview I was promised,” she said. “But since you’re clearly fishing for ratings here, yes. I found it was an easy way to keep from having to go home and deal with Wade. That joke.