“Your exposition of the law is admirable, and its interpretation stands
exactly as you have stated it. Are we to understand then that you were
obeying the orders of some person in authority who is empowered to
exercise a jurisdiction over his lordship the Archbishop, similar to
that which the latter in his turn claims over you?”
“That is precisely what I was about to state.”
“Whose wishes were you therefore carrying out?
“Those of his Majesty the Emperor.”
The examiner bowed with the utmost deference when the august name was
mentioned.
“I have to thank you in the name of the Court,” he went on, “for your
prompt and comprehensive replies, which have thus so speedily enabled
us to come to a just and honourable verdict, and it gives me pleasure
to inform you that the defence you have made is one that cannot be
gainsaid, and, therefore, with the exception of one slight formality,
there is nothing more for us to do but to set you at liberty and ask
pardon for the constraint we regret having put upon you, and further to
request that you take oath that neither to wife nor child, father nor
mother, sister nor brother, fire nor wind, will you reveal anything
that has happened to you; that you will conceal it from all that the sun
shines on and from all that the rain wets, and from every being between
heaven and earth. And now before our doors are thus opened I have to
beg that you will favour the Court with the privilege of examining the
commission that his Majesty the Emperor has signed.”
“You cannot expect me to carry my commission about on my person,
more especially as I had no idea I should be called upon to undergo
examination upon it.”
“Such an expectation would certainly be doomed to disappointment, but
you are doubtless able to tell us where the document lies, and I can
assure you that, wherever it is placed, an emissary of this order will
speedily fetch it, whether, it is concealed in palace or in hut. Allow
me to ask you then, where this commission is?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Do you mean you cannot, or you will not?”
“Take it whichever way you please, it is a matter of indifference to
me.”
The examiner folded his arms under his black cloak and stood for some
moments in silence, looking reproachfully at the prisoner. At last he
spoke in a tone which seemed to indicate that he was pained at the young
man’s attitude:
“I sincerely trust I am mistaken in supposing that you refuse absolutely
to assist this Court in the securing of a document which not only stands
between you and your liberty, but also between you and your death.”
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