And the moment before she died, she lifted up her lovely head and cried:
All through the day arguments had raged and despite Holbytlass's noble attempt to lay down her life to save her, the mob would not be assuaged. The feisty former hot dog saleswoman and lingerie buyer turned bailiff was doomed.
A few of the villagers hung back but there were enough certain to make what happened inevitable and they dragged her to the gallows and put the noose about her neck.
Just before they released her the words she had used earlier in an attempt to save her skin rang out:
"So go ahead and lynch me, but you're not going even the scores with the wolves"
Her body fell there was a swift crack, Kitanna's body jerked, there were a few soft thuds and a louder "plink" as items fell from her pockets. Then nothing.
The lynch mob got closer. After last night they weren't taking any chances after last night. But it was clear she was completely dead, she had ceased to be, she had joined the choir eternal and very shortly her mortal remains would lie in a grave alongside those of Mithalwen and Oddwen (the later was not particularly large as there had not been so much left to bury alas).
On the ground were a handful of sugar plums and a scrying glass.
Kitanna had not only been innocent. She had been the seer.
Night has fallen. It lasts until 8pm tomorrow unless I hear from all necessary parties sooner .
Guardian
Wolves
Hunter (please - just in case it would be helpful to know who you will take with you in the event of your death)
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
Last edited by Mithalwen; 07-06-2005 at 01:04 PM.
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