“Bring the thief before me!”
The guards dragged the man before him.
“Mercy, High Judge!” the accused pleaded.
He knew that face. Before him was the boy who’d bullied him as a child. Who’d pushed his face into the mud, kicked him in the stomach and worse. How ironic that now he was at his mercy. As High Judge, he was the one who decided. The evidence spoke of innocence, but…
It would feel good to lop off his hand.
No, I would be no better than him.
“The evidence shows another committed the crime. Free him.”
