Five Minutes To Go

Carcer watched the clerk out of the corner of his eye. The man was only halfway down the list of his crimes, and then there'd be the prayer—after what happened in the cells, he could only thank the gods it wasn't Declan—and of course they'd want to hear a good last speech, so…five minutes left, give or take. That'd be enough time, wouldn't it? Hell, he'd bet you could runhere from the palace in less than that, if you tried.

A crow on the scaffold let out a loud caw.

There'd be a pardon. There had to.