Ayush Patni

Her back and arse glistened slick with blood when the pain finally overwhelmed her and she sprawled on the floor in a dead faint. “That was when the vision came to me” she told Katya, her eyes fixed on her ebony fingernails and heavy, silver rings. “I had often meditated on the martyrdom of our own St Theodota, and as I passed out my thoughts had been of her courage under the whip, on the rack and at the bite of the iron combs. But it was revealed to me that her death had been very different to the story in the manuscript”. She looked up with a smile as wicked as it was startling, “It was not the religious ecstasy I had been expecting”. The procurator was waiting on the marble steps outside the Temple of the Emperors with his Svitavian guardsmen when Kristina was led in chains to face desi him, a small crowd of curious citizens following her from the barracks to the forum. They halted before him. “So, this is the Nazarene, Theodota” he proclaimed. “This is the woman who will die sooner than sacrifice to the Divine Caesars”. Kristina stood defiantly before him, dirty and bedraggled in a torn and crumpled tunic. The procurator took a broadsword from hot one of his guards and held the point to her white throat. He moved close and loomed over her. “It will not be a soldier’s death at sword-point for you if you refuse this final chance” he told her “but something much more painful and prolonged”. “I know it” said Kristina, loudly for all to hear. “And I must refuse to offer the sacrifice”. sexy She lifted her manacled hands to the neck of her tunic and tore at it, ripping the unbleached linen apart so that it fell away from her, leaving her standing as a naked offering on the temple steps. “I am to be the victim of Vid, and Vid is jealous” she announced. At this, the crowd gathered excitedly around her, all speaking at once. The guards looked from man to man, disturbed, and a white-bearded warrior in splendid helm and armour took the procurator by the elbow to mutter urgently into his ear. He listened carefully to the veteran guardsman’s words, and then held his hands up to command silence. “So be it” he cried. “The law is satisfied that Theodota dies. And the law has no quarrel with Divine Vid”. He gave a sign to his bodyguards, and two of them stepped forward, took Kristina by the arms and led her away. A ring of braziers spread their warm light around a forest clearing a short distance outside of the city walls. Garlanded worshippers in white woollen tunics stood all around, the procurator’s guards amongst them. Kristina stepped out of the darkness. Her flesh had been bathed and oiled; her hair was pinned up and dressed with white blossoms. All eyes followed her as she went up to indian the priest of Vid – the procurator’s bucellarius, who had spoken for her that morning – and waited. The priest raised his sword to the night sky and at this signal the congregants drew up before him in two lines. Men and women stood on either side. Each held a length of green wood or a bundle of birch, rose-thorn or nettles from the woodland around them. “Vid does not grant death easily” the priest said, and he held his sword to Kristina’s lips to be kissed. Courteously gesturing her to step aside, he moved past and strode between the two lines of worshippers to the centre of the clearing. Here there was a four-faced obelisk taller than a man, where he turned and waited with the sword at his shoulder, his hand reached out to Kristina inviting her to join him. Two files of faces turned to watch her throw her shoulders back and take the first step forwards. A sturdily-built matron to her left struck her viciously across the upper thighs with a strip of green rosewood and landed another two blows to the backs of her legs as Kristina moved past her, wincing and moaning. 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