CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sebastian tried to stand tall as they led him out from his tower cell, his arms tied behind his back. He tried not to show any fear, tried to be everything that a prince should be. He looked around, trying to find a way to escape, but four soldiers escorted him, each with a wary hand on his sword hilt. There was nothing to do but walk.
They led Sebastian down through the palace, and servants stopped in their tasks as he went past, watching him as he went to his death. Most of them had the carefully blank expressions of people who had long ago learned that they could not afford to show any reaction to the things their betters did. They could not become involved, because they knew all that it might cost them.
The soldiers took Sebastian down to a courtyard, where a gallow
