The hangman speaks to the prisoner "Get down on your knees...and pray Ask - before death...to be forgiven for pillaging the Emperors' cabriolet." "Our King has callously condemned you to die - by means of noose." The halter is thrown aloft, in a tree while he struggles to break loose. As the aperture is positioned around his neck, he cries "I'm guilty of no wrongdoing absolve me...it's all lies!" But his petition is neglected and the rope is tightly wrenched causing his to gasp for air while blood from his face is drenched. Townsfolk watched in amazement as the hangman released the cord He nodded to the King - who then smiled and the crowd bellowed, and roared. Said the King, "Innocent, or guilty? no one truly knows But those who filch, or swindle will too die - by way of the gallows."
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