A victory, and in that triumph a promise of a positive outcome to this sorry business, but too many had paid the higher price and one more innocent would surely fall before first light.
The hanging of Deadsirius was harder on the soul than he could have imagined, there was the feeling that the man was not the beast, in the sense that his humanity while in control was as appalled of his monsters actions as any here and Jura had liked the man.
To have an enemy one respected was as odd as having an ally that nettled, Shifters ghost blithely forgetting his recommendation to kill the guiltless Roundy was trumpeting for the death of Pez' (where was an exorcist when you needed one), well there were other people to consider and all concerned were adamant that the next lynching would be the last. Either way the reprehensible creature would claim credit.
One further day and then hopefully the survivors could return to civilisation, to sunlight, to salads.