I stand alone,
forsaken,
forlorn among mankind.
The mockery of princes is upon me—
yea, even paupers shun my touch;
a wanderer am I,
stripped of home and
belonging.
Morning brings no respite,
relief refuses to aid me—
sunlight only bends her scornful gaze
upon my face
‘til I am exposed,
and night offers no rest from my
oppression.
Frail beats my heart.
Chapter Seventeen: Love Victorious
Chapter Fifteen: Pain and Death
Mikhil stopped running when he was out of earshot of Fagan and his fellow soldier.
“Mr. Geoffrey Forbes is hereby convicted of high treason against His Royal Majesty the King of England and sentenced to hang.” The mallet struck the desk. “This Court-Martial is now adjourned.”
Mr. Forbes sat dumbstruck. His mind filled with jumbled thoughts.
How could they? I’m a first lieutenant!
But I deserve it… it’s the just payment for what I did!
But death?
The word pounded in his mind.
Death.
Death.
Death.
The most shameful manner of death… hung – publically – for his crimes, like a criminal.