Another morning, another breakfast. But this time Rokhshan had taken her precautions. A young unexperienced servant girl.
And the procedure of pre-tasting some random food before Rokhshan would eat from it.
When Rokhshan had almost finished her breakfast six of the seven of Neo's marshals marched into the room.
They walked directly to Rokhshan but before they could say anything it was Rokhshan who spoke: "Well, well, well.....gentlemen, I didn't think you had it in you. Only six today....you lost another one?" "Berthus is arranging your prison cell...so, if you would be kind enough to follow us."
Surrounded by six men, Rokhshan walked to the prison, where indeed Berthus was waiting.
The marshals followed Rokhshan into the cell and de Monnaie spoke up: "You can walk out of here if you renounce your leadership of the army and the regency of your child to be born. You can stay here in Babylon together with me, after our wedding." Rokhshan just smiled, and the seven left, to be back later.
But when the seven left the prison building they were overpowered by a group of Arabian body guards and arrested.
Rokhshan was freed from her cell, and the body guards wanted to hang the marshals for their treachery. But Rokhshan did not agree.
"These are higher officers. They served Neo well and helped build his empire. We cannot hang them as ordinary criminals. Their punishment is execution and that is what will take place.
And just as with Lesire the execution took place that same afternoon. Without audience and without a funeral. The body guards left their corpses in the desert.