At long last, the tyrant fell to her knees. Her head was bowed down, her hair unkempt, her body shaking through sobs. The once proud, overbearing countenance looked like a whimpering face of a dog, left by her master. She had been defeated… in the most shameful, magnificent manner. Although they had suffered stupendously under her, the free men and women felt compassion towards their enemy… After all, she was still a human being. However cruel she was. However unjust she had been.