"I don't know you."
Ted let his eyes sweep over the sizzling crowd of belligerent rebels.
It was not a lie. He didn't know any of them. The rebels hardly knew who he was, either, and now he had to whip them up into a feverish excitement that would carry them all the way through the war.
"And you don't know me," he continued, deciding to milk this situation for its entire worth. "But we all know what the loyalists are like!"
A poignant silence followed his words in the town square.
"I would like to see them all HANG! So loyal they are! LOYAL! To WHAT?"
"Nothing!" a rebel wife screamed.
