[Galadriel55]

Today was different. Today people did not shout at each other at the same time like a pack of wild animals. Today people were organized – they stuck to one another for support and thus thought they found at least one King’s Man.

Someone brought a rope. One end was tied into a noose. The other end was thrown over a thick tree branch.

Then they came for the man.

The man laughed.

Why did he laugh?

Because he knows he is about to die.

Is that a happy thing?

Not for him.

Then why did he laugh?

Because it is the only thing he has left to do.

They brought the man to the tree and put the noose around his neck. Still, he did not say a word. One by one they looked at the man’s face, some with hate, others with despise, and stepped around him to take hold of the other end of the rope. Last of all came the old man. He sighed.

“Life is such a funny thing,” he said very quietly, so that only the King’s Man could hear. “I wish your death be painless. But, really, it doesn’t matter to me.” He paused and smiled slightly. “After all, it is but your own fault that you stand here with a rope on your neck. Had you fought like a man, you need not have been hanged like a dog.”

The men pulled. The King’s Man’s body jerked up. A black spirit rose from it. The men thought they heard a faint whisper of a threat; “I am but the first!” – the leaves and the grass seemed to say. But then a wind came and scattered the dark cloud, and the men smiled, for they knew that they have succeeded to bring down one of their enemies.


ALIVE:
Morsul
Inzil
Lottie
Manwe
The Phantom
sally
Steve
Brin

DEAD:
G55, the hesitant King’s Man (modess) – stabbed on Night1
Eomer (ordo) – stoned on Day1
Boro (gifted) – drowned on Night2
Pom (ordo) – decapitated on Day2
Shasta (gifted) – throttled on Night3
Nerwen (KM) – hung on Day3