Just heard the Spanish colonel order his men to drown out Rizal’s voice with drums if he attempts to speak.
The day is overcast. A young drummer boy keeps glancing furtively at Rizal. Some members of the audience as well watch on nervously, others expectantly. Disturbingly, others excitedly.
Rizal has shaken the hand of Lieutenant Andrade. Rizal seems at peace.
Not long now.