Chapter 104
The Sunbeam and the CaptiveIT is autumn. We stand on the ramparts, and look out over
the sea. We look at the numerous ships, and at the Swedish coast on
the opposite side of the sound, rising far above the surface of the
waters which mirror the glow of the evening sky. Behind us the wood
is sharply defined; mighty trees surround us, and the yellow leaves
flutter down from the branches. Below, at the foot of the wall,
stands a gloomy looking building enclosed in palisades. The space
between is dark and narrow, but still more dismal must it be behind
the iron gratings in the wall which cover the narrow loopholes or
windows, for in these dungeons the most depraved of the criminals
are confined. A ray of the setting sun shoots into the bare cells
of one of the captives,
