It was Wednesday, and the executioner was walking up the steps to the gallows for the seventh time this week, waiting for the voice of the queen to yell, "Off with his head!" Again. He would probably be up here another twenty times before the week was out. He sighed and continued to the three posts that were here today. He stopped next to his lever, and waited for the Queen to give the word. This time the king was too late to pardon the poor men with the ropes around their necks. The queen yelled, he pulled the lever.