>>5159867>>5159880>>5159976You decided to remain dignified and regal, so you simple raised a hand like you saw King Philippe do when he ordered someone to be hanged at the gallows of Montfaucon and the execution proceeded. Councillor Oldfossil began to read a text saying.
-In the name of the Emperor Faraway II, fountain of all Justice, of our queen Leilatha the Fair and our good Lord Charles the pig Snowball is thereby condemned to be roasted until his death ensues and to be eaten by the good people of Local. Hangmen, apply the sentence.
Two servants attached the pig to the metal pole and the beast began to cry like.... Like a pig that we butcher ! So you preferred to think about another thing. The executions that you saw in Paris at Montfaucon. It is said that they want to build a stone pedestal for the gallows instead of the wooden one, no doubt it will please Guillaume de Nogaret. The cries of the pig made you remember this man, fanatically devoted to the crown and always ready to serve the king by finding guilty people and executing them. He was pitiless and you thought that your Oldfossil was far more mild than this councillor. You remembered him when he examined some complaints of your father as enquestor in Champagne, against one of the local baillis, Nogaret found out that the royal officer was corrupted and hung the bailli with his bowels after having ordered to peel off his shaft as an example. Corruption was reduced quickly near your lordship after this. You needed a man like him. You wondered what he was doing now, apparently he was named as judge in the parliament at Paris and some whispered that the king wanted to name him in his council. A good career for this man, but you did not trust him, he was the grandson of a cathar and heresy runs in the blood, plus he was too cruel for your taste. But you needed a stern councillor to counterbalance the kinder Oldfossil, and maybe to replace him one day since the man was old.
You ended your daydreaming when the pig stopped crying and you heard the mob rejoice of his death. They seemed so happy, well why not be, everyone could eat a free piece of pork after all.
You ate well and your subjects congratulated you about the taste of the pork, to be honest it was bad, the beast was roasted alive so the meat was not tender but maybe free meat tasted well for commoners. You thanked them and drank your mead, at least it was tasty.
