"And the charge?"
"Treason, and aiding the enemies of the state!"
"Preposterous!" Don Carlos cried. "I am accused of treason, when, though the victim of oppression, I have withheld my hand against those in power? What are the particulars of the charges?"
"You will have to ask the magistrado that, señor. I know nothing of the matter except that I am to arrest you."
"You wish me to accompany you?"
"I demand it, señor."
"I am a man of blood, a caballero—"
"I have my orders!"
"So I cannot be trusted to appear at my place of trial? But perhaps the hearing is to be held immediately. So much the better, for all the quicker can I clear myself. We go to the presidio?"
"I go to the presidio when this work is done. You go to carcel," the sergeant said.