The first man was dragged and forced to kneel in front of a small wooden stand, and his neck was placed over it.
The executioner walked to his side and raised the sword. The sun shone and reflected off the great blade. It hung in the air, leaving the people watching in suspense.
Would the blade come down? Would it not? So many thoughts filled their heads. Would this person truly die? Would someone save him? What would happen now? What?
The blade came down, the sound of it cutting through the air filled everyone's ears, and when it bit the back of the neck, it cut through like butter. The head fell to the platform, eyes wide open.
Murmurs filled the place. They had all come to see the execution, but now, seeing it, it made them feel different emotions.
The guards walked to the second person, and in the same way, they loosed him from the beam and dragged him to the platform.
