The Pale Dance
They brought him up from the cells to wait at the Warden's table. That was the custom at Northby. On the night of the harvest feast, the condemned man stood behind the Warden's chair with the wine ewer in his two fists, so the shire could see how gentle the law could be. Thomas Bradshaw held the ewer until his arms shook. The hall smelled of roast hog and tallow. Rector Fenwick said a long...
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