Do you think I enjoyed that sovereignty long without doing justice on that traitor Christian ?" "How, madam," said Lady Peveril, who, though she knew the high and ambitious spirit of the Countess, scarce anticipated the extremities to which it was capable of hurrying her--"have you imprisoned Christian ?" "Ay, wench--in that sure prison which felon never breaks from," answered the Countess.
Bridgenorth, who had insensibly approached them, and was listening with an agony of interest which he was unable any longer to suppress, broke in with the stern exclamation-- "Lady, I trust you have not dared----" The Countess interrupted him in her turn.
"I know not who you are who question--and you know not me when you speak to me of that which I dare, or dare not do.

But you seem interested in the fate of this Christian, and you shall hear it .-- I was no sooner placed in possession of my rightful power, than I ordered the Dempster of the island to hold upon the traitor a High Court of Justice, with all the formalities of the isle, as prescribed in its oldest records.

The Court was held in the open air, before the Dempster and the Keys of the island, assembled under the vaulted cope of heaven, and seated on the terrace of the Zonwald Hill, where of old Druid and Scald held their courts of judgment.

The criminal was heard at length in his own defence, which amounted to little more than those specious allegations of public consideration, which are ever used to colour the ugly front of treason.
He was fully convicted of his crime, and he received the doom of a traitor." "But which, I trust, is not yet executed ?" said Lady Peveril, not without an involuntary shudder.
"You are a fool, Margaret," said the Countess sharply; "think you I delayed such an act of justice, until some wretched intrigues of the new English Court might have prompted their interference?
No, wench--he passed from the judgment-seat to the place of execution, with no farther delay than might be necessary for his soul's sake.

He was shot to death by a file of musketeers in the common place of execution called Hango Hill." Bridgenorth clasped his hands together, wrung them, and groaned bitterly.
"As you seem interested for this criminal," added the Countess, addressing Bridgenorth, "I do him but justice in repeating to you, that his death was firm and manly, becoming the general tenor of his life, which, but for that gross act of traitorous ingratitude, had been fair and honourable.