Their heads were cut off and mounted on bronze spikes in front of their homes for all to see. All attempts to remove the gruesome warning turned out fraught with difficulty. A few fortunate members of the said houses managed to escape the slaughter but to no avail. Without failure, every single soul associated with the blood or the name of Dimittis and Prestayn met a grisly end at the oddest of circumstances. A fit, strong man at the peak of his vigour would slip on an even ground and crack his head open. An experienced sailor would drown in a shallow pond. After two months, every single member of the two now accursed lines was dead one way or another. The manors themselves fared little better - those who bought them and settled to live there also met a tragic end within a year.