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They can't hang me.
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I didn't know he was the King.
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Of course they won't hang you.
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They'll break your bones on the wheel,
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peel your skin from your body and pour boiling oil into the wounds.
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And when they are done the mob will tear you apart, limb by limb.
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Long before it is over you will beg for the hangman's noose.
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Or you can make sure none of this leads back to you.
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Ride out to LeMaitre's camp
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and see there is no-one left alive to testify against you.
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The King too?
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He must die or you will.