‘Take ’em up the Tower of Chains. And push ’em off.’ One of the arrested gave a little whimper. Another sagged against the High Table. ‘No trial?’ It was the king, and he wasn’t laughing now. His throat shifted as he nervously swallowed. Judge grinned back at him. ‘The trial can be on the way down. The ground can give the verdict. You go with ’em, Broad. Make sure they all take the drop. Sarlby?’ ‘Judge?’ ‘Make sure he makes sure.’
