Hippolyte had been captured when he met some Arabian desert dwellers. They had recognized him on the spot, captured him, beat him up and informed ibn Arabi's men.
When Rokhshan visited him he got filled with fear, and hope. Maybe he could play her, maybe she would show mercy. Maybe this would not be the end.
But his plans and hope got a serious blow. Rokhshan spit in his face: "I will see to it that your uniform is replaced by a neater version, because this is a disgrace. But if you were hoping for a public execution by gun, think again. I will let you rot here...and just before you die, I will have you strangled. I hope this prospect will keep you away at nights. And after you have died, I hope their is a hell.. Guards!!!" Rokhshan turned around and left, hiding her tears.
As a result of Rokhshan's visit Hippolyte lost all hope and he fell into a deep depression.
Meanwhile Rokhshan had left the palace and visited a local market to clear her mind from her meeting with the murderer of her husband.
Day after day after day Hippolyte passed the time without anything to do or anyone to speak to.
He got his meals, but they were brought by a veiled woman, who did not speak a word.
And the other cells were empty so he could not even find comfort from other criminals that were sentenced to death.
Several weeks later, at the dawn of a dark day, in an anonymous place just outside Babylon, on a hastily erected scaffold, Hippolyte was hanged by a man with no name or face.
There were no people to watch the event, no one to even give his death any notion, apart from this one woman in the shadow of a tree. Neo's death had been avenged, but the sorrow was still there.