“Death rows were carried out at dawn .. Two: a skinny bald crook and a crooked red-haired infidel . They were pushed out of the royal dungeons into the light of God and whipped into the Square of the Hangers . The sun barely rose, but the crowd, eager for the spectacles, had already dammed the square .. The city ruffians quarreled grimly, the shopkeepers released clumsy jokes, and the artisans and craftsmen shook their fists step by step .. In public executions in the kingdom knew sense. And in the morning, they cut their heads in the Square of the Hangers .. Others, however, were burned, and those who are simpler, were quickly jerked, to the delight of the crows, who have bred in recent years in an innumerable number.