deputies will order Tilly's horse to quit their post?"
"Why not?" the young man quietly retorted.
"Because doing so would simply be signing the death warrant
of Cornelius and John de Witt."
"We shall see," his Highness replied, with the most perfect
coolness; "God alone knows what is going on within the
hearts of men."
The officer looked askance at the impassible figure of his
companion, and grew pale: he was an honest man as well as a
brave one.
From the spot where they stood, his Highness and his
attendant heard the
tumult and the heavy tramp of the crowd
on the
staircase of the Town-hall. The noise thereupon
sounded through the windows of the hall, on the
balcony of
which Mynheers Bowelt and D'Asperen had presented
themselves. These two gentlemen had
retired into the
building, very likely from fear of being forced over the
balustrade by the
pressure of the crowd.
After this, fluctuating shadows in
tumultuous
confusion were
seen flitting to and fro across the windows: the council
hall was filling.
Suddenly the noise subsided, and as suddenly again it rose
with redoubled
intensity, and at last reached such a pitch
that the old building shook to the very roof.
At length, the living
stream poured back through the
galleries and stairs to the
archedgateway, from which it
was seen issuing like waters from a spout.
At the head of the first group, man was flying rather than
running, his face hideously distorted with satanic glee:
this man was the
surgeon Tyckelaer.
"We have it! we have it!" he cried, brandishing a paper in
the air.
"They have got the order!" muttered the officer in
amazement.
"Well, then," his Highness quietly remarked, "now I know
what to believe with regard to Mynheer Bowelt's
honesty and
courage: he has neither the one nor the other."
Then, looking with a steady glance after the crowd which was
rushing along before him, he continued, --
"Let us now go to the Buytenhof, Captain; I expect we shall
see a very strange sight there."
The officer bowed, and, without making any reply, followed
in the steps of his master.
There was an
immense crowd in the square and about the
neighbourhood of the prison. But the dragoons of Tilly still
kept it in check with the same success and with the same
firmness.
It was not long before the Count heard the increasing din of
the approaching
multitude, the first ranks of which rushed
on with the
rapidity of a cataract.
At the same time he observed the paper, which was waving
above the surface of clenched fists and glittering arms.
"Halloa!" he said, rising in his stirrups, and
touching his
lieutenant with the knob of his sword; "I really believe
those rascals have got the order."
"Dastardly ruffians they are," cried the lieutenant.
It was indeed the order, which the
burgher guard received
with a roar of
triumph. They immediately sallied forth, with
lowered arms and
fierce shouts, to meet Count Tilly's
dragoons.
But the Count was not the man to allow them to approach
within an
inconvenient distance.
"Stop!" he cried, "stop, and keep off from my horse, or I
shall give the word of command to advance."
"Here is the order!" a hundred
insolent voices answered at
once.
He took it in
amazement, cast a rapid glance on it, and said
quite aloud, --
"Those who have signed this order are the real murderers of
Cornelius de Witt. I would rather have my two hands cut off
than have written one single letter of this
infamous order."
And, pushing back with the hilt of his sword the man who
wanted to take it from him, he added, --
"Wait a minute, papers like this are of importance, and are
to be kept."
Saying this, he folded up the
document, and carefully put it
in the pocket of his coat.
Then, turning round towards his troop, he gave the word of
command, --
"Tilly's dragoons, wheel to the right!"
After this, he added, in an undertone, yet loud enough for
his words to be not
altogether lost to those about him, --
"And now, ye butchers, do your work!"
A
savage yell, in which all the keen
hatred and ferocious
triumph rife in the precincts of the prison simultaneously
burst forth, and accompanied the
departure of the dragoons,
as they were quietly filing off.
The Count tarried behind, facing to the last the infuriated
populace, which
advanced at the same rate as the Count
retired.
John de Witt,
therefore, had by no means exaggerated the
danger, when, assisting his brother in getting up, he
hurried his
departure. Cornelius, leaning on the arm of the
Ex-Grand Pensionary, descended the stairs which led to the
courtyard. At the bottom of the
staircase he found little
Rosa, trembling all over.
"Oh, Mynheer John," she said, "what a misfortune!"
"What is it, my child?" asked De Witt.
"They say that they are gone to the Town-hall to fetch the
order for Tilly's horse to withdraw."
"You do not say so!" replied John. "Indeed, my dear child,
if the dragoons are off, we shall be in a very sad plight."
"I have some advice to give you," Rosa said, trembling even
more
violently than before.
"Well, let us hear what you have to say, my child. Why
should not God speak by your mouth?"
"Now, then, Mynheer John, if I were in your place, I should
not go out through the main street."
"And why so, as the dragoons of Tilly are still at their
post?"
"Yes, but their order, as long as it is not revoked, enjoins
them to stop before the prison."
"Undoubtedly."
"Have you got an order for them to accompany you out of the
town?"
"We have not?"
"Well, then, in the very moment when you have passed the
ranks of the dragoons you will fall into the hands of the
people."
"But the
burgher guard?"
"Alas! the
burgher guard are the most enraged of all."
"What are we to do, then?"
"If I were in your place, Mynheer John," the young girl
timidly continued, "I should leave by the postern, which
leads into a deserted by-lane,
whilst all the people are
waiting in the High Street to see you come out by the
principal entrance. From there I should try to reach the
gate by which you intend to leave the town."
"But my brother is not able to walk," said John.
"I shall try," Cornelius said, with an expression of most
sublime fortitude.
"But have you not got your
carriage?" asked the girl.
"The
carriage is down near the great entrance."
"Not so," she replied. "I considered your
coachman to be a
faithful man, and I told him to wait for you at the
postern."
The two brothers looked first at each other, and then at
Rosa, with a glance full of the most tender gratitude.
"The question is now," said the Grand Pensionary, "whether
Gryphus will open this door for us."
"Indeed, he will do no such thing," said Rosa.
"Well, and how then?"
"I have
foreseen his
refusal, and just now
whilst he was
talking from the window of the porter's lodge with a
dragoon, I took away the key from his bunch."
"And you have got it?"
"Here it is, Mynheer John."
"My child," said Cornelius, "I have nothing to give you in
exchange for the service you are rendering us but the Bible
which you will find in my room; it is the last gift of an
honest man; I hope it will bring you good luck."
"I thank you, Master Cornelius, it shall never leave me,"
replied Rosa.
And then, with a sigh, she said to herself, "What a pity
that I do not know how to read!"
"The shouts and cries are growing louder and louder," said
John; "there is not a moment to be lost."
"Come along, gentlemen," said the girl, who now led the two
brothers through an inner lobby to the back of the prison.
Guided by her, they descended a
staircase of about a dozen
steps; traversed a small
courtyard, which was surrounded by
castellated walls; and, the
arched door having been opened
for them by Rosa, they emerged into a
lonely street where
their
carriage was ready to receive them.
"Quick, quick, my masters! do you hear them?" cried the
coachman, in a
deadly fright.
Yet, after having made Cornelius get into the
carriagefirst, the Grand Pensionary turned round towards the girl,
to whom he said, --
"Good-bye, my child! words could never express our
gratitude. God will
reward you for having saved the lives of
two men."
Rosa took the hand which John de Witt proffered to her, and
kissed it with every show of respect.
"Go! for Heaven's sake, go!" she said; "it seems they are
going to force the gate."
John de Witt
hastily got in, sat himself down by the side of
his brother, and,
fastening the apron of the
carriage,
called out to the
coachman, --
"To the Tol-Hek!"
The Tol-Hek was the iron gate leading to the harbor of
Schevening, in which a small
vessel was
waiting for the two
brothers.
The
carriage drove off with the fugitives at the full speed
of a pair of spirited Flemish horses. Rosa followed them
with her eyes until they turned the corner of the street,
upon which, closing the door after her, she went back and
threw the key into a cell.
The noise which had made Rosa suppose that the people were
forcing the prison door was indeed owing to the mob
battering against it after the square had been left by the
military.
Solid as the gate was, and although Gryphus, to do him
justice, stoutly enough refused to open it, yet
evidently it
could not
resist much longer, and the jailer, growing very
pale, put to himself the question whether it would not be
better to open the door than to allow it to be forced, when
he felt some one
gently pulling his coat.
He turned round and saw Rosa.
"Do you hear these madmen?" he said.
"I hear them so well, my father, that in your place ---- "