Silver head on a platter

Oi, missus! A burly figure waved at her from a distance and began walking towards her. He seemed to be a peasant of this village, maybe a shepherd? Clara, look! Ashildr hissed. Is that... a head? She was right - dangling from his left hand Clara could make out the head of a Cyberman! Missus, I brought you that monk's head, as you ordered! Fella been smashed by th'burning timbers. He shrugged and handed Clara the head. Clara took it and stared at it. Unsure what to do, the shepherd tried to grin, shrugged and began walking off back to the castle. After a few steps he stopped, looked over his shoulder and asked. Say, what have you done to that Master fella? Ashildr looked puzzled. I think he escaped. she admitted. Shame. The shepherd shrugged again and went off. Clara still stared at the lifeless head of a Cyberman in her hands.