He quickly barred the guards' access to little Si'Wren with an
outstretched arm, while the guards, stupid oafs, laid off and left her
alone, to go for her three terrified accusers instead.
"This one said, 'Let her be forgiven'," said Borla, with a brief wave
of summary dismissal. "Therefore, she is forgiven."
"Oh thank you Sire!" gibbered the terrified woman, immediately falling
down before him.
Borla ignored the prostrate woman groveling before his feet, as he
regarded the next one.
"This one said..."
As Borla repeated the proposed punishments of Sorpiala back at her, she
shrieked, "NAAAAAAAAA!..." with a wide-eyed look of insane terror,
backing away in a series of quick, shuffling half-steps and retreating
blindly backwards into the ready hands of two burly guards approaching
from behind her.
What Sorpiala had sentenced was too elaborate to be carried out in
court, so the guards dragged her away, struggling and shrieking out a
prolonged series of thin shrill screams, long and utterly
soul-despairing. The bloodcurdling screams were partially obscured by
her removal to the halls, but therefrom emerged the echoes of her
departing wails, as of a living soul descending into the very pit of
deepest, darkest hell itself.
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