The people of this village could not remember a time before the law. They could not remember a time when they had solved disputes simply, according to custom, without resorting to trial or punishment. Could not remember a time when theft was unknown and murder was rare, when simple goodness had reigned in their hearts.
Could not remember a time when theft was unknown and murder was rare, when simple goodness had reigned in their hearts. Now the village had gathered in a square, on their God's Day, to witness a scene that would have shocked their grandparents: a woman tied to a whipping post, displayed for all to see. A man stood next to her, reciting her crime: the murder of a young boy, the son of the village headman.
A man stood next to her, reciting her crime: the murder of a young boy, the son of the village headman. Everyone in this village shifted uneasily, knowing it was immoral to display a woman in this way, but what could they do.