The condemned could no longer hope to be granted the gallows and have a body left intact; those sentenced to flogging and labor could not help but feel relieved, fortunate that they hadn't committed capital offenses.
The weeping convicts were forcibly dragged to the stump.
The man with the red birthmark received the order and lit the fuse.
With the blast of the cannon, the heads of the prisoners on the platform were separated from their bodies, and then the next batch was dragged up.
"I want to make a final confession! Have mercy, my lord!" one of the condemned wailed desperately, "I want to see a priest! Bring me a priest!"
"It's too late," Winters ordered coldly, signaling to fire the cannon, "Confess in hell!"
Another blast, and four more criminals were beheaded. Their bodies were dragged away, and the next batch of prisoners was brought forward.