If one such did, perchance, look upon Thryth, his Fate was sealed with death-bonds. The unfortunate wretch would be bound with hard-twisted fetters. Brief would be the interval after they did seize him. Soon, the edge of the sword would speak, and the blade would render judgment. It was a violent death. That is not a fit custom for a Lady to practice, though she be a peerless Queen. The Queen who is a Weaver of Peace should not deprive a dear subject of his life-days because of a fancied wrong.
Good lord!
