Chapter 148: The Last Gasp (2)
Morning had come, and with it a new dawn on the Carthaginian people.
Julius, his party, and the palace staff were hard at work starting very early in the morning.
At the foot of the palace steps a palanquin was hastily built as a stage for that morning events.
Seeing the work being done those still prowling the city streets, or just early risers heard the noise of construction, some pitched in to assist while others look on with bated breath.
Finally as the suns light illuminated the entire capital, and construction had ceased there upon the stage stood Zeff’s mercenary slave who’d since changed their present armour for some hasitly repainted Carthaginian knight armour, standing guard with their weapons at the ready.
To the sides three crucified each were placed with a noble apiece strapped to them bound tightly with ropes, and lastly a noose around their necks.
Kneeling before them were the still bound servants who supported their masters in carrying out their plans, heads bowed in shame know what was about to come was certainly their public execution before the royal captial.
While the sun continued to rise word spread and those who’d broken slumber from the suns first light, left their homes even at their own risk due to the ongoing insecurity of the capital streets, but almost all made their way to the square before the palatial steps.
Within the hour a massive crowd that would make one think the entire surviving populace of the capital had turned up, was gather as the din of chatter and murmurs rose and fell like a beast breathing.