THEREFORE, THE CALL went out with much intake of breath from the public gallery for Theodopolous Anderson to rise from his grave and give evidence at court.
Disturbed by this interruption in deathly repose, he did his duty, stepped from the grave, and duly came bound up in a tattered death shroud holding firm his jaw from dropping to the floor when loosening his chinstrap to speak and testify against the accused.
Summons fulfilled there came from one of the priestly advisers a worry, such as the growing awareness among the others that the judge intervened. Would they care to enlighten him in his courtroom? He asked.
The issue causing them so much doubt was raised from the dead the Priests thought Theodopolous's spirit could not rest in peace.
Theodopolous could only look on with a vacant stare at these buffoons who had disturbed his repose without as much as a thought of the consequences. He would have rested his head in his hands out of despair if he could have. Instead, he just rapped his bony fingers along the desk.
There was much to and fro between the chambers while up in the gallery, a worried crowd feared a dead man may be walking amongst them day and night.
It had taken about the time for the moon to cross over the bell tower steeple before a solution was forthcoming. The court decided setting Theodopolous impossible tasks to keep the Devil from possessing his idle mind. Theodopolous looked across wearisome, ending his tapping out a sad refrain across the desk.
They planned for him varying duties and favoured a most impossible task of weaving sand into rope.
Theodopolous looked aghast and would have none of this against such an infringement of his rights he appealed right there and then. He won his case for death.
...Bestowed at the gallows in Bracken House gaol.
Well time to get back to my Wethington old turning lathe and finish a few more wooden stakes. They need to be substantial and sharp where these are going to be used.