Король расхитителей гробниц - Глава 39
He was struck twelve times, his arm joints, legs, hips, and shoulders shattered, and he was then nailed to a cross for public display.
Until death. The usual humanitarian practice, which involves strangling the criminal with a rope after a brutal beating, was repeatedly ordered...
He forbade executioners from using it, even if the criminal's struggle with death would drag on for days. The body would be buried at night.
The place where the animal carcasses were buried was not marked.
Grenouille listened to the sentencing without moving. A court official asked him what his last wish was. "None."
"What do you wish for?" Grenouille said. He added that he had everything he needed.
A divine arrow was used to advance into the Red Kingdom, aiming to capture Pacheco's hand, but after the inscription was carved, he emerged empty-handed.
When the priest mentioned the name of God, the criminal looked at him with bewilderment, as if he were hearing it for the first time.
He said his name, then stretched out his limbs on his wooden plank bed so he could immediately drift off to sleep. Saying anything more would be futile.
Meaningless.
Over the next two days, many people came to see the notorious murderer. The guards directed them to look at the small...
A peek through the portal costs six sous per peek. A copperplate engraver planning to draw a sketch must...
It costs two francs. But the subject matter is truly disappointing. The criminals, handcuffed and shackled, lie in bed all day sleeping.
His face was turned towards the wall, and he did not respond to knocking or shouting. Viewers were strictly forbidden from entering the cell, despite their...
Despite offering money, the guards dared not violate the ban and allow them in. The court feared the prisoners might use inappropriate means...
He was killed by the victim's relatives. For the same reason, he forbade anyone to give him food, fearing it might be laced with something.
He was poisoned. During Grenouille's imprisonment, his meals were prepared by the bishop's household servants' kitchen and supplied by the prison staff.
The warden tasted it himself. Of course, he ate nothing for the last two days. He lay there sleeping. Occasionally, his shackles would clang.
The guard rushed to his small hatch and saw him take a sip of water from his bottle.
He then lay back down on the bed and continued sleeping. It seemed he had grown so tired of his life that he no longer wanted to...
Enjoy these last few hours while you're fully awake.
Meanwhile, the tree-lined avenue where the execution would take place was ready. A carpenter had built a guillotine, three meters square.
Two meters high, with railings and a sturdy ladder—no one in Grasse has ever seen such a beautiful decapitation.
A platform was also built. Additionally, a wooden platform was constructed for the gentlemen, separated from the common people by a fence.
Open. The rooms on either side of the boulevard entrance and the window seats in the guardhouse had long been rented out at exorbitant prices.
Even in the hospital, which was in a slightly out-of-the-way location, the executioner's assistant had already rented rooms from the patients and then sublet them at a higher price.
For onlookers. Juice and soda vendors prepared barrels of licorice water as reserves, and copperplate engravers printed hundreds of...
Thousands of portraits of the murderer he drew in prison, further enhanced by his imagination to make them more appealing, were brought in by throngs of itinerant vendors.
In the city, a baker baked commemorative pastries.
For many years, the executioner Mr. Papon, who had been idle and no longer needed to execute criminals, had a heavy, square-shaped weapon forged.
He took the iron rod and went into the slaughterhouse to practice striking the animal carcasses. He was only allowed twelve strikes, and these twelve...
The blow must shatter twelve joints without damaging the most vital parts of the body, such as the chest or head.
This is a tricky matter; it requires a very delicate sense of perception.
The citizens prepared as if for a grand festival. On the day of the execution, people wouldn't have to work, that goes without saying.
The women ironed the clothes for the show, the men brushed their coats clean, and they had their boots polished until they shone.
Who has a military or official rank, who is a guild leader, lawyer, notary public, fraternity leader, or other important person?
He would then don a uniform or official robe, wear medals, rank belts, and gold chains, and wear a wig dusted with white powder.
The followers planned to gather afterward for worship, the demon believers prepared to hold a malevolent demon-slaying Mass, and the educated nobles...
The family plans to hold a special event at the "Cabrish Hotel", "Villeneuve Hotel", and "Fond-Michel Hotel".
A gathering of people. The kitchen is already baking and roasting, people are taking out wine from the cellar and buying flowers from the market.
At Riches's house on Rue Drois, silence remained. The people called the day of the execution of the murderer...
"Liberation Day," Richis forbade any preparation for this day. He loathed everything. In the past, he loathed people suddenly...
But then the fear returned, and now he loathed their fervent jubilation beforehand. He did not watch the murderer in the square in front of the cathedral.
He was paraded in public and his clothes were displayed; he did not participate in the trial, nor did he stand in line with those annoying onlookers.
The team walked past the death row inmates' cells. To verify his daughter's hair and clothing, he invited court officials to his home.
He gave a brief and calm testimony, requesting that they leave the displayed items to him as his relics, which they agreed to.
He took these things back to Lorre's room, put the torn nightgown and corset on her bed, and spread out the red hair...
He placed the flowers on his pillow, sat in front of them, and never left the room, day or night, as if he wanted to pass through this meaningless space.
He was a guard, there to make up for his negligence that night in Lanapura. He was filled with disgust, disgust for the world, disgust for himself that he couldn't cry.
come out.
He felt disgust for the murderer. He never wanted to see him as a human being again, only as someone about to be slaughtered.
The animal sacrifices. He only wanted to see him when he was being executed; when he lay on the cross, struck twelve times.
He only wanted to see him when he was on him; he wanted to see him up close. He had already reserved a seat in the first row. If it were a person...
They leave in a few hours, then he will climb up to find him, climb onto the execution platform, sit beside him, and guard him.
They watched over him day and night, looking into his eyes—the eyes of the murderer who killed his daughter—and poured out their bodies...
All disgust dripped into his eyes, pouring out like burning acid into his dying struggle.
Until he died...
And then what? What should he do next? He didn't know. Perhaps he would return to an ordinary life, or perhaps he would seek refuge again.
He had a wife, a son, who might do nothing, or perhaps die. He was indifferent to all of this. In this respect...
He found the idea of thinking about it pointless, much like pondering what would happen after he died: naturally, he had no idea what to do now.
It's impossible to know.
The execution was scheduled for 5 PM. Early in the morning, the first group of onlookers had already arrived to secure their spots.
They brought chairs, stools, cushions, food, wine, and children. Around noon, the local residents gathered in groups.
Land poured in from all directions, the streets were packed, and newcomers had to find shelter in the sloping garden on the other side of the square.
In Hotan, we settled down on the road leading to Grenoble.
The vendors had done a great job; people were eating, drinking, and singing, their spirits high, as if they had caught a blast.
The city was bustling with activity. Soon, nearly ten thousand people gathered, more than those attending Queen Jasmine Day, and more than those attending the largest religious festival.
The number of people at the ceremony was unprecedented in Grasse. They stood on a distant hillside. They climbed...
They climbed trees, squatted on city walls and rooftops, ten to twelve people crammed into a single window. Only in areas surrounded by barricades, resembling...
The Buddha statue emerged from the sea of people in the center of the street, leaving room for a grandstand and an execution platform. The execution platform suddenly appeared...
It was very small, like the stage of a toy or puppet theater. From the execution ground to the street gate and into the Rue de Drois, one...
The alleyway was now empty.
Just after three o'clock, Mr. Papon and his assistants arrived. Applause erupted. They presented [something] made of large square blocks.
Andrei carried the cross sideways to the execution platform, supported by four heavy wooden frames, and placed it in a position suitable for the operation.
The height. A carpenter nailed it in place. Every movement of the execution assistants and the carpenter drew cheers from the audience.
Then Papon came over with an iron rod, walked around the cross, measuring his steps, sometimes from one side, sometimes from the other.
He gestured as he struck from the other side, at which point a normal cheer erupted.
At four o'clock, the stands were packed with people. Many of them were high-society figures, including wealthy men with entourages and elegant bearing.
There were beautiful ladies, their top hats and glittering clothes were breathtaking. All the nobles from town and country had come. The senator...
They arrived in a single file, led by two senators. Richis was dressed in black, with black socks and a black top hat.
Hats. Following the senator were city government officials led by the court president. Finally, those arriving were seated in open-top...
The bishop in the palanquin wore a shimmering purple robe and a small top hat. Who else was wearing a hat on their head?
At this point, she quickly took off her hat. The atmosphere was solemn and respectful. For about ten minutes, the square was completely silent. (Lady)
The gentlemen were already seated, and everyone remained motionless; no one ate anything more, and everyone waited. (Papon)
He and his assistants stood on the execution platform, as if fixed in place by screws. The enormous sun hung over Mount Esterelle.
Golden rays of light shone from the sky. A gentle breeze blew in from the Grasse Basin, carrying the scent of orange blossoms. Weather
It was unusually warm, but incredibly quiet.
Later, just when people thought there was no shouting, no commotion, no rage or other mass incidents, the tension...
When the atmosphere could no longer be sustained, people heard the clatter of horses' hooves and the sound of wheels conveying fluid in the silence.
A two-horse-drawn, enclosed car—the police chief's vehicle—came from Rue de la Drois. It passed...
The city gate appeared in the narrow alley leading to the execution ground, now visible to everyone.
The police chief insisted on using this method to bring the criminals out because he believed that without it, the crime could not be guaranteed.
The safety of the prisoner. This method is usually absolutely avoided. The prison is less than five minutes from the execution ground; if the prisoner...
If the convict is unable to walk for any reason, a donkey-drawn open cart can be used to transport him.
A man, accompanied by his coachman and constables in prison uniforms, rode in a luxurious carriage, escorted by cavalry, to the execution ground to be executed.
No one had ever seen anything like it. Despite this, there was no discontent or riot among the crowd. On the contrary, people...
They were satisfied with how the matter had been handled, finding the idea of having the criminals ride in a carriage ingenious, much like something out of a theater.
In the play, when an old play is suddenly performed in an unexpected new way, people's evaluation of it is the same. Many people even...
I felt that this kind of appearance was appropriate. For such a brutal criminal, special treatment was necessary. It was unacceptable.
Treat him like a regular highway robber, handcuff and shackle him, drag him to the execution ground, and beat him to death. That's simply not the way to do it.