The smiling old man quietly stepped back, step by slow step, as his sacrifice prepared the way. Saved from the noose, that unspoken threat of a whisper in the ears of a passing sherif or secretly passed note to a judge always ready to keep him in line, the younger man was an able if grumbling servant.
He pierced the old wall which was old before he was born, and as he pulled the bricks away and held up the light, he gasped. A face, a face more beautiful than he had ever seen, smiled at him from the tomb.
Tale Told 