Kore. Ah! When——
Greg. [Crossing to Adrian] Fortunate man! Now he may develop his soul!
Soph. How can you?
Greg. How could he, madam? How could he? Do you know what he has done? He has killed every man that died in Yaltowa to-night—he has slaughtered every child—he has outraged every woman! What else? Freedom offered him her hand and he struck her to earth! He has scattered her forces—he has strengthened her oppressor—and the rivers of blood that must now drench Russia shall flow from his door! But—ha! ha! he has saved his soul!
[Enter Irtenieff, attended]
Irtenieff. I want the prisoner, Adrian Lavrov. [No one answers. He sees Adrian and crosses to him] What is your crime? [Adrian does not raise his head]
Soph. None.
Irten. You are arrested for the burning of Yaltowa? All prisoners taken on that charge are free by the order of Petrizoff.
Soph. Take off his chains!
[At a sign from Irtenieff guards unfetter Adrian, who does not seem to know what they are doing]