Different chains have different textures: Some are smooth, some are spiky. The wrists they will cover are different too, but I have no desire to imagine the proceedings - only to sit at home, drinking a cup of tea and reading a magazine. Not to be here, by the river, chiselling them into chunks with my hammer. In an hour, five horses will ride out, in five different directions. Tomorrow, five kings will throw a piece of iron into their servant's faces. The servant will lose his balance; the tray will clatter; the wine will spill, and the servant will go to gallows.
I will be at home at the time of the execution, sipping some tea and reading a magazine.
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