The Princess: Clod, I am a queen!
The highest dignity
To which humanity can attain was mine, nor can you take it away.
Who am I? Who are you? Look me in the eyes.
Will you dare to raise your hand against me? What common ground can there be between me and you?
The Deserter: You will know it through your hands.
(The princess raises her hands and places them against the trunk of the tree.
The Princess: Very well. Where shall I place them?
The Deserter: Here. Raise your hands.
I am not tall enough. Stay where you are.