He put the noose on Thorne's neck himself, threw the other end of the rope over the wooden crossbeam, grabbed it, and pulled. Alliser continued twitching morbidly while he was slowly asphyxiated. All of the free folk and some of the night's watchmen were looking on in respect. Some night brothers, however, were looking sick. A minute or two later, Thorne had stopped twitching, and he dropped the rope, letting his body collapse like a sack of potatoes.