Anne.
The tower is dark, the lark is not heard, ravens are waiting, the sun must rise, her last morning will be full of light. The scaffold is ready, so is the crowd, and also the blond man who came from France. He sees her approaching, and loves her at first sight, he has come to kill her and there`s pain in his heart. She mounts the steps, addresses the crowd, gives him his purse, forgives him with her smile. He spares her pa...