malins
Stumbling Seeker
There she'd seen something, and read about it then, that hadn't been done in the North anymore in her lifetime, not since the Second Edicts anyway. That was what they used to do with fallen women; they'd tie them upside down dangling from a tree, legs apart, hand behind their back, hair dangling down, and for the day anyone could come and do anything with them, as long as it went by the rules. Only by nightfall could she be taken down. And the first rule was of course not to have her dead before dusk, though breaking her limbs, branding her, whatever, would be fine. And another was that if the girl stopped screaming any man could start counting and if he could count properly to thirty before she started screaming again then it would be his turn. And so it would go all day long with the men all taking turns, pummeling and pounding and beating and breaking, and just one girl taking it all. Usually what was left at dusk was just a barely-breathing bag of broken bones. If she died before it would be black luck for the village so they took care she didn't.
But sometimes, very very rarely, it was told that it came out different, when pretty much the whole village knew the poor girl had been set up by some fiend. Then there would be good men who'd come out and whip her just that way that she'd always be screaming but wouldn't be all shredded to bloody bits. And they'd make sure no-one got in between who had anything else in mind and so in the evening she'd be all hoarse and red and striped but not anywhere near really dying.
In the good stories she'd then always be revealed to be innocent and she'd marry the nice strong boy who'd made her scream most with the whip.
Those were fairy-tales of course.
The Second Edicts, or what people usually just called Reform, had done away with that kind of punishment, because they said for any crime the retribution must be precise and proclaimed in advance. That didn't always mean it was better. If you proclaimed the exact punishment was going to be breaking on the wheel, with every blow described, that was all fine with Reform. It might be twenty lashes too. But what Reform couldn't stand was whims, just giving people over to mobs to have anything at all done to them.
Anyone who knew the Lady of course understood that she scoffed at the Second Edicts: they got in the way of her whims.
What the fairytale though told of, was how the girl got saved by the people who kept her screaming with their whips.
And that was what the whipmasters of the Order had always done, riding out quick when such a punishment was happening, and seeing to it that the girl lived, and could be taken down, and into the monastery, and purified.
Most of the Sisters who'd joined before the time of Reform, they were old now, they'd come in like that. The Middlelands had taken up Reform too, and nowadays that wasn't really happening anymore, but the whipmasters kept up their craft and their practice.
But sometimes, very very rarely, it was told that it came out different, when pretty much the whole village knew the poor girl had been set up by some fiend. Then there would be good men who'd come out and whip her just that way that she'd always be screaming but wouldn't be all shredded to bloody bits. And they'd make sure no-one got in between who had anything else in mind and so in the evening she'd be all hoarse and red and striped but not anywhere near really dying.
In the good stories she'd then always be revealed to be innocent and she'd marry the nice strong boy who'd made her scream most with the whip.
Those were fairy-tales of course.
The Second Edicts, or what people usually just called Reform, had done away with that kind of punishment, because they said for any crime the retribution must be precise and proclaimed in advance. That didn't always mean it was better. If you proclaimed the exact punishment was going to be breaking on the wheel, with every blow described, that was all fine with Reform. It might be twenty lashes too. But what Reform couldn't stand was whims, just giving people over to mobs to have anything at all done to them.
Anyone who knew the Lady of course understood that she scoffed at the Second Edicts: they got in the way of her whims.
What the fairytale though told of, was how the girl got saved by the people who kept her screaming with their whips.
And that was what the whipmasters of the Order had always done, riding out quick when such a punishment was happening, and seeing to it that the girl lived, and could be taken down, and into the monastery, and purified.
Most of the Sisters who'd joined before the time of Reform, they were old now, they'd come in like that. The Middlelands had taken up Reform too, and nowadays that wasn't really happening anymore, but the whipmasters kept up their craft and their practice.