The proud cavalry would probably have sneered at ground pounders putting on airs, but to the duchy soldiers—fellow infantry—our gunners' new-style uniforms and crisp drill seemed to hold considerable appeal.
"Please spare me! I'll never do it again!"
"Aaaargh! I did nothing wrong! Nothing wrong, I tell you!"
Dressel and his gang were dragged out and bound to wooden posts.
They struggled to the very end, but after a beating they hung limp.
"It has been established that the criminal Dressel and three accomplices not only deceived the lord but sowed division in Feuzen and plotted treason. These criminals, who broke their oaths and even committed blasphemy, shall be executed on this spot. Gunners, make ready!"
The role of herald fell to Wentner, now the official estate manager of Feuzen. From now on he will oversee Feuzen's administration in my stead, and proceedings like this will help establish his authority.
