Decoded Clue
via the Übchi cipher
Translated from French
Is a prison the fitting place to talk to
me about power, grandeur, and even royalty? You wish to make me believe in
splendor, and we are lying hidden in night; you boast of glory, and we are smothering
our words in the curtains of this miserable bed; you give me glimpses of absolute
power, and I hear the step of the jailer in the corridor,- that step which,
after all, makes you tremble more than it does me. To render me somewhat less
incredulous, free me from the Bastille; give air to my lungs, spurs to my feet,
a sword to my arm, and we shall begin to understand each other.
(The
Man in the Iron Mask, Chapter 1)