Too little too late...
"Execute her." Angry voices chanted around Shyva. Children threw pails of piss, drenching her long dress. The citizens witnessing her prosecution stoned Shyva with foods. Shyva's fists were tied on the gallows as she stared at the noose hanging from a pole.
"We shall read her offences; funnily, it's still stuck in my mind. I don't need a scroll." The crowd laughed.
"Murder."
"Attempted abduction."
"Treason."
"Assault."
