Definitely, this thread needs some more of the pollitical correctness, parity and equality!
The narrator was lucky, he was not held responsible ex officio, as a husband, for the acts commited by his wife, or he would have shared her fate.This is when I saw my wife for the last time.
I returned to my town from the long trip abroad only to find out that my villa had been burnt to the ground together with few neighboring stores, the investigations proved that the fire had been ignited in my house and soon spreaded out of my villa. The procurator (who lost a significant quantity of imported goods in the burnt stores) made a verdict: an arson, and my Agnes was accused of lighting the fire intentionally, and in a no time she was sentenced and two days ago crucified.
I returned only to see her still alive, but unable to move nor speak, nor react to my voice, and within a half an hour she closed her eyes and stopped breathing.
The only advantage for her was that her dead body didn't rot on the tree. I have buried her in spite of the rules. I didn't care. I lost my wife, my home and my property.
The next morning I departed my town, with not a single word to my friends nor neighbors, to return here never more.
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Yep, perhaps he would have been held responsible, but no one of the officials noticed that he returned. He arrived in the afternoon. Realizing that his home no longer existed he asked the first plebeian he met about the fire. When he was informed that his wife was crucified he quickly left the town and hurried to the gallows hill, letting his people to stay at a distance. Then he witnessed Agness' death and he was a sole witness, because the sun was about to set down soon and no onlooker wanted to spend a night out of the closed city gates and the soldiers hadn't been detached to guard a criminal who was now obviously one step from death. In the thickening darkness the husband - now the widower - took her wife's corpse together with his two servants and put it into his family grave in the nearby valley, after kissing her mouth, forehead, and all her wounds and wrapping her body in a cloak, and that was how the short burial ceremony ended. When they closed the grave with a stone again and join the rest of his people, for some time he standed still and looked at the town in silence. Maybe he hesitated if he should try to enter the town again and take a revenge? But whatever his reasons were, soon he turned to the north and ordered his staff to follow him and they went away in a pitch dark not lighting torches - they knew every stone and bush here - until they are far enough not to be recognized nor pursued, however the procurator probably was warned till now that he had been seen in the area. Anyway, he never returned here again.The narrator was lucky, he was not held responsible ex officio, as a husband, for the acts commited by his wife, or he would have shared her fate.