The Prisoner in the Dungeon
It was the year of our Lord eleven hundred and forty nine. Sometimes
the savage and barbaric behaviors displayed in the pursuit of law and
order was worse than those in the “lawless” areas. There may be no
better example than the treatment of the prisoner Zan Murman.
The day was drawing to a close with Zan still bent at the waist with
his head and hands secured in the large wooden stocks. A group of men
stood around him in a semicircle looking at him as if he was on
display.
“Do you want me to hit his feet …