As they reached the middle of the bridge, Caitlin was shocked, once again, at the sight before her. She didn't think that there’d be anything left to shock her after seeing those heads on the pikes—but this did.
Right there, in the center of the bridge, three prisoners stood up on a scaffold, nooses around their necks, blindfolded, barely clothed, and still alive. An executioner stood behind them, wearing a black hood, slits for his eyes.
"The next hanging is at one o’clock!” he screamed out. A thick and gathering crowd huddled around the scaffold, apparently waiting.
"What did they do?" Caitlin asked one of the crowd members.
"They were caught stealing, Miss," he said, not even bothering to look her way.
“One was caught slandering the Queen!” an old lady added.
Caleb led her away fr
