A few hours after Amine had been in the dungeon, the jailors entered:
without speaking to her they let down her soft silky hair, and cut it
close off. Amine, with her lip curled in contempt, and without
resistance and expostulation, allowed them to do their work. They
finished, and she was again left to her solitude.
The next day the jailors entered her cell, and ordered her to bare her
feet, and follow them. She looked at them, and they at her. "If you do
not, we must," observed one of the men, who was moved by her youth and
beauty. Amine did as she was desired, and was led into the Hall of
Justice, where she found only the Grand Inquisitor and the Secretary.
The Hall of Justice was a long room with lofty windows on each side, and
also at the end opposite to the door through which she had been led in.
In the centre, on a raised dais, was a long table covered with a cloth
of alternate blue and fawn coloured stripes; and at the end opposite to
where Amine was brought in, was raised an enormous crucifix, with a
carved image of our Saviour. The jailor pointed to a small bench, and
intimated to Amine that she was to sit down.