With anguish the townsfolk look upon a face that each is so familiar with. He seems pained, tormented by the accusation and broken in spirit he mumbles.
"Forgive me. I didn't...."
The crowd is still, no-one makes a sound but for a quavering, catching breath that envelopes every person - and in the calmness they know.
They know that their friend, a man they lived beside, who had made them smile and had smiled with them, has decieved them. Has lied about who he was and tricked them into thinking he was capable of love when at the heart of his being he sought the destruction of everything the town held dear. He sought to bring pain and grief and death to the town itself.
In the stillness the man looks up to the archway, fear in his eyes.
The people look into the face of the stone figure sitting atop. It stares down upon them, a dreadful, pointed stare. Its grey eyes fixed. Turning their heads as one they follow the gaze to the fountain, the large pool whose waters had leapt and tumbled in the days of peace but had fallen still some nights before.
The lone man looks at the waters and quakes, sobs and tears fall.
With sombre purpose, wordlessly, the crowd moves towards the evildoer, taking him in hand, pushing him, not roughly but relentlessly, towards that still, clear pool. He is born along like a twig fallen into a brook. He is pushed to the stone edge and down into the cold, cold water. The town fall upon him, up to their waists, holding him down, holding his head down where the life's air cannot reach him and he can only choke, and grasp, and sink, and die.
The water falls still again.
The town stand, legs in that lake where lies the drowned man. They look at one another. They remember their stories.
When evil is sent to drown in the frosty waters, their malevolent masters will not allow the life to leave their wretched bodies, but instead they surface, shrieking evil's name.
This man has died, and his corpse is at rest.
Fearfully, hatefully, the town step from the bitter pool and walk home.
Words offer no comfort. They struggle to take each step. They each find their beds and sleep. What more can be done.
Muttly13 has been lynched. He was the Kindly Baker (TOWN VANILLA).
End of Day IV. It is now Night IV, night actions away! I'll give you two days?