You have been sentenced to death in a magical court. The court allows all prisoners to pick how they die and they will carry it out immediately. You have it all figured out until the prisoner before you picks old age and is instantly transformed into a dying old man. Your turn approaches.
I think Iād have minded less if Iād committed a truly heinous crime. Something that warranted death. Or even if I was the kind of person who would enjoy flinging a last defiance at my execution.
It was all just a show, anyway. They did it every year. They brought out a selection of criminals, and the Sorcerer who ruled us showed his power by bringing about their deaths by magic. Just to show, every year, what happened to anyone who crossed him.
There was a time, probably, when the people he executed really were rebels or assassins. In latter days he had to take what the dungeons offered. I was dragged up in chains between a pickpocket, sobbing in terror, and a man whoād killed another man in a brawl. There were few criminals of any note, by then. So instead of choosing the wickedest criminals, they chose based on appearance. The man whoād been in the brawl had a face like a clenched fist, and looked like a ruffian. The pickpocket, aging and with hands beginning to tremble, was a different kind of example. As was I.
āThere arenāt many pretty ones, this year,ā the man who chose me had said, examining me. āBut this one will do. Not young, but not old, a woman, well-favoured enough for the gallowsā¦ what was her crime?ā
The warder shrugged. āShe tried to kill one of the sheriffs.ā
The man looked down at me and I shrugged. āI hit him with a washing stick, because he tried to extort money from me, and he was a baby about it.ā I refused to treat this as anything but pathetic, even after my sentencing. āI didnāt even break any bones.ā
āTreason, then,ā the man said, nodding. āAttacking the servants of the law. That will look well on the list. Send her.ā
I had been debating ever since what to choose. Something quick? Something painless? I considered demanding that I suffer the attack I supposedly made on the sheriff, but then I realized the Sorcerer would only give me what the man had saidĀ I was going to do, and that was not a pleasant way to die. I had all but decided on something swift and relatively painless. Beheading with the sharpest of blades sounded good. It would be quick.Ā
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