Spitting out a rose petal, that had caught on his lip and been inhaled as he had attempted to speak, Ingram squeezed her arm once more.<br/>"Almost there M'lady."<br/>He gave a short laugh.<br/>"Your<em>gallows</em>awaite"<br/><br/>A stage of some sort, a platform raised from the ground so that all may see, a brightly coloured canopy overhead to shelter those that stood upon it, from the sun, loomed in front of her.<br/><br/>They began to walk among the rows of chairs all who had one, standing and facing her way as she walked towards the wide wooden steps that would lead her onto the platform.<br/><br/>The Bishop sat upon a seat, resting in front of the altar, four aids around him.<br/>The old man looked tired, he had already performed the crowning ceremony and had been up praying since dawn. In all earnest just wanted to retire to his rooms and nap, but, as with many, his duties came first and even though the service would be a short one, it would be thorough.