The hat finished making its way to all the students. Alex pocketed the remainder of the slips of folded paper, replacing the peasant hat on his head.
The class had assembled on the campus quad, though a number of other students gathered to the side to see what was going on. Alex had an assortment of medieval-style tools and unlit torches. The rest of the set up was on the other side of the quad, marked by a wooden pole.
Students read the papers, some of them coming over to take up torches or tools, as indicated by their papers.
“Anyone with a red circle on their paper, raise your hands,” Alex said.
A few raised their hands.
“Witches among us!” said one student with a hoe.
“Consorters with the devil!” shouted another.
“Burn them!” came from too many people to count as hands seized those who had identified themselves. The entire throng began moving towards the stake Alex had planted at the other end of the quad.
“Purify the unbelievers with fire!” Alex said.
The mob, which was what they had readily become, lifted up those identified as witches and moved them towards the stake.
I wonder if I should have cleared this particular outing with campus security. Alex wondered as he saw some of the students who watched on quickly pull out their phones.