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One by one, Koppány’s limbs are tied. He is the sacrifice to ensure István’s victory and prevent future rebellion.
Perhaps Géza was right, and their country would only prosper as a Christian realm.
But wasn’t it enough to want to rule independently, free to worship his gods instead of Christ?
The ropes tighten, stretch his limbs beyond capacity. The crowd’s anticipation builds.
He does not regret a single decision.
He only regrets failing and damning his surviving people to the yoke of Christ.
The ropes pull.
His limbs rip away—the crowd screamscheers—
At least death comes swiftly for him.
