General, what is this?
Prisoner exchange. He has eighteen of our officers.
Who is he? I recognize him.
He is the commander of the militia. Your "Ghost". [Tavington draws his sword and advances on Martin.] Stay that sword, Colonel! He rode in under a white flag for formal parley.
This is madness.
If you harm him, you condemn our officers.
General, with respect, sir, he's killed as many officers in the last two months.
He has shown no aggression here. Hence he cannot be touched.
Has he, now? [to Martin] You! So you're the Ghost, are you? I remember you! On that farm, and that stupid little boy! [Martin turns around] Did he die? Hm? [Martin walks up to him.] You know, it's an ugly business, doing one's duty. But just occasionally... it's a real pleasure.
...Before this war is over, I'm going to kill you.
Why wait?
Soon.
