It is said that under the gallows, a plant known as the mandrake grows, capable of granting the consumer fertility, and ever lasting love. Lisa lit her lamp and grasped her shawl tightly as she made her way through the winding alleyways.

She hurried through the empty streets, a foggy mist dampening the night air. The cobbled pavement gave way to muddy dirt, the buildings falling behind her. Soon, she was in the fields, the hooting of owls and yips of various night time creatures accompanying her. The light of the moon slipped through the tall oaks and yews, mottling the dirt path.

Then, she saw the gallows. It was situated in a clearing, an ancient oak towering beside the simple twin A frames, connected by a beam, upon which a young boy dangled from a noose.

Lisa had been there earlier in the day, watched as the sullen young criminal had been carted out to the old gallows, hemp noose already looped around his young neck, wrists tied behind his back.

She had watched as he was dragged towards the gallows, rough men holding him steady as they lifted him onto the stool, threw the rest of the rope over the beam and tying it off.

He was still cursing them when they kicked the stool out from under his feet.

Several hours later, the boy was silent and still. His innocent face grey and muted, lips purpled, dried blood tracing a line from his pert nose down to his chin.

Lisa got right up to the gallows, raising her lamp up to catch the lonely figure in the flickering candle light. The boys trousers had fallen down to his ankles, undone during his final struggles on the noose. His pale flesh turned red-purple the further down her eyes went, until she stopped her gaze at his pelvis. The boy had passed away sporting an engorged penis, strings of cum sticking from his cockhead to his inner thigh.

That must mean...

Lisa got to her knees and examined the grasses underneath the limp, swaying body.
There it was.

A mandrake. She carefully pulled it out by the stem and shook the loose soil off. Stuffing it into her bag, she got up.

Lisa looked back. As it hung, the boy's crotch was roughly face height to her.
His penis jutted out, angled slightly upward, like a branch on an oak. She leaned forward and gave its cold flesh a kiss. A parting gift to the youth who would aid in her efforts to bear a child.