As the jailor pressed the key into the lock, the prisoner asks “Some water?”

Unlocking the door to admit a cleric for death rights, the jailor responds, “Water?  Why waste water on you?  You best be minding the short drop and the sudden stop that’ll be your worries in soon.” The priest entered the dungeon cell.

“Any confessions you’ve to make to your god son?” the cleric asks the young man sitting on the floor.

“Aye, fath’r.  I do.”  Dorn replied.

“Go on then son, there is not much time.  The sun rises in a few minutes and the hangman’s noose is seeking your company.” 

“Tisn’t right to take a man’s life.  A freeman’s a free man.  And life takin’ ain’t  dignified.”

“But your ship was seized with a dozen townfolk chained in the hold for the slavers in the south.  The king’s penalty for thieving and slavers is death.” The older man replied.  “Now your fate is sealed, do you want to leave this world