After I killed the Duke of Lerbia, I had his body hung from the walls of the capital so that the citizens could see for themselves what had become of the man who had ruled over them for so long. The moment the people realized that their former ruler was finally dead, the atmosphere throughout the city changed almost immediately, and before long, a crowd had gathered around the place where his body had been displayed.
Some of them started throwing stones at him.
The fact that he was already dead obviously did not stop them.
People shouted insults at his corpse, cursed him, and blamed him for nearly everything that had gone wrong in the duchy. Some were furious enough that they looked as though they had been waiting years for the chance to finally release all of their anger. Others simply stood nearby and watched, apparently trying to process the fact that the man who had caused them so much trouble was finally gone.
