“Together with false jewelry and trinkets of the sort such men give their paramours, it carried a certain amount of women's clothing; and though my money had been much depleted by the dinner we had never returned to the Inn of Lost Loves to enjoy, I was able to buy Dorcas a simar.The entrance to the Hall of Justice was not far from this shop. A crowd of a hundred or so was milling before it, and since the people pointed and elbowed one another when they caught sight of my fuligin, we retreated a...gain to the courtyard where the destriers were tethered. A portreeve from the Hall of Justice found us there - an imposing man with a high, white forehead like the belly of a pitcher. "You are the carnifex," he said. "I was told you are well enough to perform your office."I told him I could do whatever was necessary today, if his master required it."Today? No, no, that's not possible. The trial won't be over until this afternoon."I remarked that since he had come to make certain I was well enough to carry out the execution, he must have felt certain the prisoner would be found guilty."Oh, there's no question of that - not the least.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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