"You fools! The innocent perished, while you, bastards of coin and purchased flesh, live in chains of freedom that bind you more fast to a cold death than those same cords could ever bind him.
"Your fathers whored to the Zargos, and gave up my country to be a whore to them. Now have you whored yourselves to the enemy again, and turned us over so the Zargos may whore away our lives. So be it, you may have your whores and be your whores—until the whore chokes on her own blood, damned to fall deep into the Pit of Scorca.
"Bastards, all, and you will not see me again till the blood you shed has been unspilt. I will leave you to the wiles of your lover till she tires of you, a time not unsoon. Then will she send you, bleeding, to the teeth of night. They have asked me if I will kill you, but I said to them only this: 'No, for the blood that would land upon my dagger would be worth more than the lives they own.' Thus it is, and thus your whoring has brought you. So it will prove that your incest be your own undoing."
-Tallidwr ap Dyllanwr, to the Council of the Seven Lords of Carnwntir, 1246 C.C. (Capel Cerig)