C183 Trade the other, to save another

Elijah thrashed against the guards who held him in place, his screams ripping through the night as the people gathered in the courtyard. The stakes had been piled, two separate pyres set alight—one for Isabelle, the other for her child. The flames roared higher, flickering shadows stretching across the horrified faces of the onlookers.

The baby, too young to understand, let out a feeble wail