Convicted here is Dontan

“Convicted here is Dontan. Charges are as follows: conspiracy to commit murder, conspiracy to do grievous bodily harm, attempted assassination of our king, and disrupting the peace. How do you plead?”
A small, wiry man struggled to his knees from where he had been thrown onto the ground and addressed the guard and the constable who stood opposite him on the wall.
“Cut the mockery we know what you intend to do so be quick about it for I have no intention of playing along with these pointless formalities.”
“Hmm, such fire, Dontan, your spirit would have done good work for the empire, your espionage skills however need improvement.” The constable smirked and strolled over to the edge of the wall, he peered into the darkness below him and kicked a stone from its crevice on the roof. It fell silently and it could not be heard when it struck the bottom of the cliff.
“Shall I follow the rock? Or what else have you planned?” inquired the prisoner. The guard uncomfortably shuffled his feet and took a step back, the light of the torch he was holding followed him.
“In the end you might follow the stone, but for now we will have to suffice with less simplistic means of ending your life.”
“Perhaps a hanging then? Or death by fire? You said I had fire in me, maybe it should consume me?”
“I was thinking of something else first,” the constable flicked his wrist at the guard. The guard, at the signal, hoisted the prisoner from where he lay and dragged him over to the long stake that poked from the wall. Carefully, he slid the prisoners arms over it and began to retie the bonds to an iron ring at the base of the stake.
“I must know, why did you come after me? There was an equal chance your arrow would have struck our majestic king, but to attempt at me?”
“Quite simple, in the war I saw more crimes and indecencies at your hand than any atrocity committed by him.”
“You were in the war?” said the constable, he crouched before the prisoner and peered directly into his eyes. “You must have known that war to be unwinnable; the resistance was outnumbered and unequipped for every skirmish? It was a dying cause anyway.”
“It was not for the victory but for the idea. The corruption that has curled beneath the already fetid system has become too much to bear, it was time someone took action. My only mistake was not ensuring the people understood the depth of this rotten government. But I take heart that the government is rotten, for you shall be all the easier to fell now. The thousands who were butchered on the plains of Genesseret will live on through the dreams of the free men.”
“Pity you can no longer breathe the free air.”
“I have always tasted the free air.”
The constable was mislead by the thought that there were only two people in this conversation for there were three men on the wall. He did not know why he did it, it was totally irrational but the guard did it nonetheless. The consequences of his action were impossible to predict though this would surely have been on the list of anticipated outcomes.
The guard snuck from his pocket a small knife and as he pretended to be tightening the bonds of the captive he instead sawed the coarse rope until it broke free. The prisoner was on the constable in moments. The pair fell from the wall so far that it was impossible for the guard to hear them strike the bottom.
“The dream will live on,” whispered the guard.