“I’ve got the King’s orders for banishment here, George. These poor sods going against the crown! Don’t they know what it will get them: naked, isolated, starving in the mountains? Think I’d rather be killed outright!
“Go get your drill, George. Got to machine these names off the Roster Stone for the village. You know His Majesty is a stickler for record keeping!”
Tool in hand, George stumbles, his eyes having frozen on one name upon the order. NO! Erase his only son?
“George? What’s wrong with ya’?”
Resolute, George lays his drill against the monument – obliterating his own name.