Bellamy stares blankly at the sword for several seconds, then looks up at the officer. What he sees in the man's face assures him that this is neither joke nor jest, nor a decision made in some fit of temporary madness.

He knows what it means, when an officer hands over his sword.

"A-aye, sir." He takes the sword and the letter, gingerly. "Is...is there anything else I might do for you, then?"