"That's your cross," the guard pointed. Phoebe squinted up at the third cross from the city gate. "He raped his master's daughter and then murdered her."
There were five crosses on each side of the road leading from Ostia to Rome, and from each there hung a naked man. The man on her cross was dead, though only hours dead. Most of the rest were alive, panting, groaning, even sobbing. Normally only one or two of these crosses would hold a criminal whose flesh was not rotting or gone...
Phoebe of Ostia
There were five crosses on each side of the road leading from Ostia to Rome, and from each there hung a naked man. The man on her cross was dead, though only hours dead. Most of the rest were alive, panting, groaning, even sobbing. Normally only one or two of these crosses would hold a criminal whose flesh was not rotting or gone...
Phoebe of Ostia