1st Officer. Young man, come forward. You have been charged with an act of mutiny, and with an attempt, for some unknown cause, to force your way, with arms in your hand, into the tent of the commanding general. We are convened for your trial—we have examined the testimony; and as you are a stranger in our ranks, no feelings of prejudice could have given a false colouring to that testimony. What have you to say?
Christine. Nothing.
Officer. Nothing?
Christine. Nothing! [With firmness.] I am guilty!
Officer. Have a care, pause before you make this avowal of your guilt.
Christine. [With settled firmness.] I have considered it well, and am ready to meet the consequences. I am guilty. [With a burst of anguish.] Oh, most guilty!
Officer. Unhappy young man, what could have tempted you to this act? Who set you on?
Christine. Seek not to know the cause, 'tis buried here. Do your duty—I am prepared for the result.
Officer. [To the Board.] The charge is fully admitted, and the rules of war prescribe the punishment. The object he had in view must yet be discovered; 'tis plain, however, that he is a spy, and has no hope of pardon. Record the verdict and sentence, for the inspection and concurrence of the general. [Officer writes. The company rise from the table, and one approaches Christine, who appears buried in thought.]
Officer. Young man, I deeply commiserate your unhappy situation, but the rules of war are rigid, and must be enforced. You must prepare to die!