Kill the traitor

The old law said: "Those who speak the sentencing must carry out the punishment."

A cold breeze blows into your face, as you check the fit of your gloves. A raven sits on a nearby ledge, staring at the small circle that has assembled in teh cell. "Do what you must", Jermon mutters, "You are beyond help, my son." You pay his words no heed, and draw the sword that has been delivered to you for the purpose of this meeting. The prison had been build in a manner that certain cells were carved out of the face of the cliff, a few metal bars preventing the prisoner from escaping by climbing down the cliff while exposing him to wind and elements.

The headsman had brough a chopping block, of which you were certain had been used for the chopping of wood lately, and not of heads. No matter.

The process had been quick, only the closest members of your council attended. No word was spoken about the fact that the swine had fornicated with your wife, no. Treason. That was it. All eyes were on you. Marissa, flanked by two bodyguards as the rest of the council, watched from a distance as you lifted the sword and let it fall.

The raven croaked his wailing call and fluttered away.

The deed was done.

You took the cloth and cleaned the blade before returning it to the henchman, who nodded and bowed. The way back to your chamber was silent, Marissa clutched your hand and hurried, almost dragging you along. The councilmembers retreated to their chambers to think about the matter for themselves. It was getting dark outside rather quickly.