Poldarn: Now then, if it wasn't us, who was it? Chiruwa: But it was us. It was you, you bloodthirsty northern bastard. Poldarn: No it wasn't, we were never here. But they will never believe that, so it better have been someone else. Do you understand that?
— Poldarn attempts to get the trope across to Chiruwa, in Memory by K.J. Parker.
