Maybe I have this wrong, but I thought the point of the tricoteuses were that they weren't like the rest of the mob who went for the exitement and jeered and yelled. There's a very good bit in Terry Pratchetts "Small Gods" about the church of Om's torturers having mugs with "a present from Quirm" on and boiling their tea kettle on the same fire that they heat the instruments in...that sort of deadness of feeling. Rubberneckers and people who watch car crash tv at least do it for the buzz. As I understand it, the tricoteuses just sat there more or less as one might sit near a cricket game on a summer day..."not particularly interested or moved by the game, but its quite nice to have it going on in the background while I chat and do my knitting"