See that giant beech-tree that towers above the glade where the Voivodin is held?
There is my path! When you from here have marked the return of the spies, give me a signal with your hat--do not use a handkerchief, as others might see its white, and take warning.

Then rush that ravine.

I shall take that as the signal for my descent by the leafy road.

If I can do naught else, I can crush the murderers with my falling weight, even if I have to kill her too.

At least we shall die together--and free.