第22章 BOOK THE SECOND：THE GOLDEN THREAD(5)

The sort of interest with which this man was stared and breathed at，was not a sort that elevated humanity. Had he stood in peril of a less horrible sentence—had there been a chance of any one of its savage details being spared—by just so much would he have lost in his fascination.The form that was to be doomed to be so shamefully mangled，was the sight；the immortal creature that was to be so butchered and torn asunder，yielded the sensation.Whatever gloss the various spectators put upon the interest，according to their several arts and powers of self-deceit，the interest was，at the root of it，Ogreish.

Silence in the court！Charles Darnay had yesterday pleaded Not Guilty to an indictment denouncing him（with infinite jingle and jangle）for that he was a false traitor to our serene，illustrious，excellent，and so forth，prince，our Lord the King，by reason of his having，on divers occasions，and by divers means and ways，assisted Lewis，the French King，in his wars against our said serene，illustrious，excellent，and so forth；that was to say，by coming and going，between the dominions of our said serene，illustrious，excellent，and so forth，and those of the said French Lewis，and wickedly，falsely，traitorously，and otherwise evil-adverbiously，revealing to the said French Lewis what forces our said serene，illustrious，excellent，and so forth，had in preparationto send to Canada and North America. This much，Jerry，with his head becoming more and more spiky as the law terms bristled it，made out with huge satisfaction，and so arrived circuitously at the understanding that the aforesaid，and over and over again aforesaid，Charles Darnay，stood there before him upon his trial；that the jury were swearing in；and that Mr.Attorney-General was making ready to speak.

The accused，who was（and who knew he was）being mentally hanged，beheaded，and quartered，by everybody there，neither flinched from the situation，nor assumed any theatrical air in it. He was quiet and attentive；watched the opening proceedings with a grave interest；and stood with his hands resting on the slab of wood before him，so composedly，that they had not displaced a leaf of the herbs with which it was strewn.The court was all bestrewn with herbs and sprinkled with vinegar，as a precaution against gaol air and gaol fever.

Over the prisoner's head there was a mirror，to throw the light down upon him. Crowds of the wicked and the wretched had been reflected in it，and had passed from its surface and this earth's together.Haunted in a most ghastly manner that abominable place would have been，if the glass could ever have rendered back its reflections，as the ocean is one day to give up its dead.Some passing thought of the infamy and disgrace for which it had been reserved，may have struck the prisoner's mind.Be that as it may，a change in his position making him conscious of a bar of light across his face，he looked up；and when he saw the glass his face flushed，and his right hand pushed the herbs away.

It happened that the action turned his face to that side of the court which was on his left. About on a level with his eyes，theresat，in that corner of the Judge's bench，two persons upon whom his look immediately rested；so immediately，and so much to the changing of his aspect，that all the eyes that were turned upon him，turned to them.

The spectators saw in the two figures，a young lady of little more than twenty，and a gentleman who was evidently her father；a man of a very remarkable appearance in respect of the absolute whiteness of his hair，and a certain indescribable intensity of face：not of an active kind，but pondering and self-communing. When this expression was upon him，he looked as if he were old；but when it was stirred and broken up—as it was now，in a moment，on his speaking to his daughter—he became a handsome man，not past the prime of life.

His daughter had one of her hands drawn through his arm，as she sat by him，and the other pressed upon it. She had drawn close to him，in her dread of the scene，and in her pity for the prisoner.Her forehead had been strikingly expressive of an engrossing terror and compassion that saw nothing but the peril of the accused.This had been so very noticeable，so very powerfully and naturally shown，that starers who had had no pity for him were touched by her；and the whisper went about，'Who are they？'

Jerry，the messenger，who had made his own observations，in his own manner，and who had been sucking the rust off his fingers in his absorption，stretched his neck to hear who they were. The crowd about him had pressed and passed the inquiry on to the nearest attendant，and from him it had been more slowly pressed and passed back；at last it got to Jerry：

'Witnesses.'

'For which side？'

'Against.'

'Against what side？'

'The prisoner's.'

The Judge，whose eyes had gone in the general direction，recalled them，leaned back in his seat，and looked steadily at the man whose life was in his hand，as Mr. Attorney-General rose to spin the rope，grind the axe，and hammer the nails into the scaffold.