Lord Summerisle:
Welcome, fool. You have come of your own free will to the appointed place. The game is over.
Sergeant Howie:
Game? What game?
Lord Summerisle:
The game of the hunted leading the hunter. You came here to find Rowan Morrison, but it is we who have found you and brought you here and controlled your every thought and action since you arrived. Principally, we persuaded you to think that Rowan Morrison was being held as a sacrifice because our crops failed last year.
Sergeant Howie:
I know your crops failed. I saw the harvest photograph.
Lord Summerisle:
Oh, yes. They failed, all right. Disastrously so. For the first time since my grandfather came here. The blossom came, but the fruit withered and died on the bough. That must not happen again this year. It is our most earnest belief that the best way of preventing this is to offer to our god of the sun and to the goddess of our orchards the most acceptable sacrifice that lies in our power.
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