 Chapter 14 of By Pike and Dyke, a tale of the rise of the Dutch Republic, this Librivox recording is in the public domain. By Pike and Dyke by G. A. Henty. Chapter 14 The Fall of Harlem After the terrible repulse inflicted upon the storming-party, Don Frederick perceived that the task before him was not to be accomplished with the ease and rapidity he had anticipated, and that these hitherto despised Dutch heretics had at last been driven by despair to fight with desperate determination that was altogether new to the Spaniards, he therefore abandoned the idea of carrying the place by assault, and determined to take it by the slower and sureer process of a regular siege. In a week his pioneers would be able to drive mines beneath the walls, an explosion would then open away for his troops. Accordingly the work began, but the besieged no sooner perceived what was being done than the thousand men who had devoted themselves to this work at once began to drive counter-mines. Both parties worked with energy, and it was not long before the galleries met, and a desperate struggle commenced underground. Here the drill and discipline of the Spaniards availed them but little. It was a conflict of man to man in narrow passages, with such light only as a few torches could give. Under the strength and fearlessness of death of the sturdy Dutch burgers and fishermen, more than compensated for any superiority of the Spaniards in the management of their weapons. The air was so heavy and thick with powder that the torches gave but a feeble light, and the combatants were well nice stifled by the fumes of sulfur, yet in the galleries which met men fought night and day without intermission. The places of those who retired exhausted, or fell dead, were filled by others impatiently waiting their turn to take part in the struggle. While the fighting continued, the work went on also. Fresh galleries were continually being driven on both sides, and occasionally tremendous explosions took place as one party or the other sprung their minds, the shock sometimes bringing down the earth in passages far removed from the explosions, and burying the combatants beneath them, while yawning pits were formed where the explosions took place and fragments of bodies cast high in the air. Many of the galleries were so narrow and low that no arms saved daggers could be used, and men fought like wild beasts, grappling and rolling on the ground, while comrades with lanterns or torches stood behind waiting to spring upon each other as soon as the struggle terminated one way or the other. For a fortnight this underground struggle continued, and then Don Frederick, finding that no ground was gained, and that the loss was so great that even his bravest soldiers were beginning to dread their turn to enter upon a conflict in which their military training went for nothing, and where so many hundreds of their comrades had perished, abandoned all hopes of springing a mine under the walls, and drew off his troops. A month had already elapsed since the repulse of the attack on the breach, and while the fight had been going on underground, a steady fire had been kept up against a work called a revelin, protecting the Gate of the Cross. During this time letters had from time to time been brought into the town by carrier pigeons, the Prince urging the citizens to persevere and holding out hope of relief. These promises were to some extent fulfilled on the 28th of January, when four hundred veteran soldiers, bringing with them one hundred seventy sledges laden with powder and bread, crossed the frozen lake and succeeded in making their way into the city. The time was now at hand when the besieged foresaw that the revelin of the cross-gate could not much longer be defended. But they had been making preparations for this contingency. All through the long nights of January the non-combatants, old men, women and children, aided by such of the fighting men as were not worn out by their work on the walls or underground, laboured to construct a wall in the form of a half-moon on the inside of the threatened point. None who were able to work were exempt, and none wished to be exempted, for the heroic spirit burned brightly in every heart in Harlem. Lightly Ned went down with his aunt and cousins and worked side-by-side with them. The houses near the new work were all leveled in order that the materials should be utilized for the construction of the wall, which was built of solid masonry. The small stones were carried by the children and younger girls in baskets, the heavier ones dragged on hand sledges by the men and women. Although constitutionally adverse to exertion, Frau Plomart worked sturdily, and Ned was often surprised at her strength, for she dragged along without difficulty loaded sledges, which he was unable to move, throwing her weight on to the ropes that passed over her shoulders, and toiling backwards and forwards to and from the wall for hours, slowly but unflinchingly. It seemed to Ned that under these exertions she visibly decreased in weight from day to day, and indeed the scanty supply of food upon which the work had to be done was ill-calculated to support the strength of those engaged upon such fatiguing labour. For from the commencement of the siege the whole population had been rationed, all the provisions in the town had been handed over to the authorities for equal division, and every house, rich and poor, had been rigorously searched to see that none were holding back supplies for their private consumption. Many of the cattle and horses had been killed and salted down, and a daily distribution of food was made to each household according to the number of mouths it contained. Once at the successful manner in which the party had entered the town on the 28th of January, Don Frederick kept up for the next few days a terrible cannonade against the gates of the Cross and of St. John, and the wall connecting them. At the end of that time the wall was greatly shattered, part of St. John's gate was in ruins, and an assault was ordered to take place at midnight. So certain was he of success that Don Frederick ordered the whole of his forces to be under arms opposite all the gates of the city to prevent the population making their escape. A chosen body of troops were to lead the assault, and at midnight these advanced silently against the breach. The besieged had no suspicion that an attack was intended, and there were but some forty men posted rather as sentries than guards at the breach. These however, when the Spaniards advanced, gave the alarm. The watchers in the churches sounded the talk-sins, and the sleeping citizens sprang from their beds, seized their arms, and ran towards the threatened point. Unaud by the overwhelming force advancing against them the sentries took their places at the top of the breach, and defended it with such desperation that they kept their assailants at bay until assistance arrived, when the struggle assumed a more equal character. The citizens defended themselves by the same means that had before proved successful, boiling oil and pitch, stones, flaming hoops, torches, and missiles of all kinds were hurled down by them upon the Spaniards, while the garrison defended the breach with sword and pike. Until daylight the struggle continued, and Philip then ordered the whole of his force to advance to the assistance of the storming party. A tremendous attack was made upon the revelin in front of the gate of the cross. It was successful, and the Spaniards rushed exalting into the work, believing that the city was now at their mercy. Then to their astonishment they saw that they were confronted by the new wall, whose existence they had not even suspected. While they were hesitating a tremendous explosion took place. The citizens had undermined the revelin and placed a store of powder there, and this was now fired, and the work flew into the air with all the soldiers who had entered. The retreat was sounded at once, and the Spaniards fell back to their camp, and thus a second time the burgers of Harlem repulsed an assault by an overwhelming force under the best generals of Spain. The effect of these failures was so great that Don Frederick resolved not to risk another defeat, but to abandon his efforts to capture the city by sap or assault, and to resort to the slow but sure process of famine. He was well aware that the stock of food in the city was but small, and the inhabitants were already suffering severely, and he thought that they could not hold out much longer. But greatly as the inhabitants suffered, the misery of the army besieging them more than equalled their own. The intense cold rendered it next to impossible to supply so large a force with food. And small as were the rations of the inhabitants, they were at least as large and more regularly delivered than those of the troops. Moreover, the citizens who were not on duty could retire to their comfortable houses, while the besiegers had but tense to shelter them from the severity of the frosts. Cold and insufficient food brought with them a train of diseases, and great numbers of the soldiers died. The cessation of the assaults tried the besieged even more than their daily conflicts had done, for it is much harder to await death in a slow and tedious form than to face it fighting. They could not fully realize the almost hopeless prospect. Air long the frost would break up, and with it the chance of obtaining supplies or reinforcements across the frozen lake would be at an end. It was here alone that they could expect Sakhor, for they knew well enough that the Prince could raise no army capable of cutting its way through the great beleaguering force. In vain did they attempt to provoke or anger the Spaniards into renewing their attacks. Sorties were constantly made. The citizens gathered on the walls, and with shouts and taunts of cowardice challenged the Spaniards to come on. They even went to the length of dressing themselves in the vestments of the churches, and contemptuously carrying the sacred vessels in procession, in hopes of infuriating the Spaniards into an attack, but Don Frederick and his generals were not to be moved from their purpose. The soldiers, suffering as much as the besiegers, would gladly have brought matters to an issue one way or the other by again assaulting the walls, but their officers restrained them, assuring them that the city could not hold out long, and that they would have an ample revenge when the time came. Life in the city was most monotonous now, there was no stir of life or business, no one bought or sold, and except the men who went to take their turn as sentries on the wall, or the women who fetched the daily ration for the family from the magazines, there was no occasion to go abroad. Fuel was getting very scarce, and families clubbed together and gathered at each other's houses by turns, so that one fire did for all. But at the end of February their sufferings from cold came to an end, for the frost suddenly broke up, in a few days the ice on the lake disappeared, and spring set in. The remaining cattle were now driven out into the fields under the walls to gather food for themselves. Strong guards went with them, and whenever the Spaniards endeavored to come down and drive them off, the citizens flocked out and fought so desperately that the Spaniards ceased to molest them, for as one of those present wrote, each captured bullock cost the lives of at least a dozen soldiers. Don Frederick himself had long since become heartily weary of the siege, in which there was no honour to be gained, and which had already cost the lives of so large a number of his best soldiers. It did not seem to him that the capture of a weak city was worth the price that had to be paid for it, and he wrote to his father urging his views, and asking permission to raise the siege. But the Duke thought differently, and dispatched an officer to his son with this message, tell Don Frederick that if he be not decided to continue the siege until the town be taken, I shall no longer consider him my son. Should he fall in the siege, I will myself take the field to maintain it, and when we have both perished, the Duchess, my wife, shall come from Spain to do the same. And by this reply Don Frederick recommended active operations to the great satisfaction of the besieged. The batteries were reopened, and daily contests took place. One night under cover of a fog a party of the besieged marched up to the principal Spanish battery and attempted to spike the guns. Every one of them was killed round the battery, not one turning to fly. The citizens, wrote Don Frederick, do as much as the best soldiers in the world could do. As soon as the frost broke up Count Bossu, who had been building a fleet of small vessels in Amsterdam, cut a breach through the dyke and entered the lake, thus entirely cutting off communications. The Prince of Orange on his part was building ships at the other end of the lake, and was doing all in his power for the relief of the city. He was anxiously waiting the arrival of troops from Germany or France, and doing his best with such volunteers as he could raise. His troops, however, were not numerous, for the Dutch, although ready to fight to the death for the defense of their own cities and families, had not yet acquired a national spirit, and all the efforts of the Prince failed to induce them to combine for any general object. His principal aim now was to cut the road along the dyke which connected Amsterdam with the country round it. Could he succeed in doing this, Amsterdam would be as completely cut off as was Harlem, and that city, as well as the Spanish army, would speedily be starved out. Alva himself was fully aware of this danger, and wrote to the King, Since I came into this world I have never been in such anxiety. If they should succeed in cutting off communication along the dykes, we should have to raise the siege of Harlem, to surrender, hands crossed, or to starve. The Prince, unable to gather sufficient men for this attempt, sent orders to Sonoy, who commanded the small army in the north of Holland, to attack the dyke between the Deemar Lake and the Y, to open the sluices, and break through the dyke by which means much of the country round Harlem would be flooded. Sonoy crossed the Y in boats, seized the dyke, opened the sluices, and began the work of cutting it through. Leaving his men so engaged, Sonoy went to Edam to fetch up reinforcements. While he was away, a large force from Amsterdam came up, some marching along the causeway, and some in boats. A fierce contest took place, the contending parties fighting partly in boats, partly on the slippery causeway, that was wide enough but for two men to stand abreast, partly in the water. But the number of the assailants was too great, and the Dutch, after fighting gallantly, lost heart, and retired just as Sonoy, whose volunteers from Edam had refused to follow him, arrived alone in a little boat. He tried in vain to rally them, but was swept away by the rush of fugitives, many of whom were, however, able to gain their boats and make their retreat thanks to the valor of John Herring of Horn, who took his station on the dyke and armed with sword and shield, actually kept in check a thousand of the enemy for a time long enough to have enabled the Dutch to rally had they been disposed to do so, but it was too late, and they had enough of fighting. However, he held his post until many had made good their retreat, and then, plunging into the sea, swam off to the boats and effected his escape. A braver feat of arms was never accomplished. Some hundreds of the Dutch were killed or captured. All the prisoners were taken to the gibbets in the front of Harlem and hung, some by the neck and some by the heels in view of their countrymen, while the head of one of their officers was thrown into the city. As usual this act of ferocity excited the citizens to similar acts. Two of the old board of magistrates belonging to the Spanish party, with several other persons, were hung, and the wife and daughter of one of them hunted into the water and drowned. In the words of an historian, every man within and without Harlem seemed inspired by a spirit of special and personal vengeance. Many, however, of the more gentle spirits were filled with horror at these barbarities and the perpetual carnage going on. Captain Curie, for example, one of the bravest officers of the garrison, who had been driven to take up arms by the sufferings of his countrymen, although he had naturally a horror of bloodshed, was subject to fits of melancholy at the contemplation of these horrors. Even the extreme he led his men in every sorty, in every desperate struggle. Fighting without defensive armor he was always in the thick of the battle, and many of the Spaniards fell before his sword. On his return he invariably took to his bed, and lay ill from remorse and compunction, till a fresh summons for action arrived, when, seized by a sort of frenzy, he rose and led his men to fresh conflicts. On the 25th of March a sally was made by a thousand of the besieged. They drove in all the Spanish outposts, killed eight hundred of the enemy, burnt three hundred tents, and captured seven cannons, nine standards, and many wagon-loads of provisions, all of which they succeeded in bringing into the city. The Duke of Alva, who had gone through nearly sixty years of warfare, wrote to the king that never was a place defended with such skill and bravery as Harlem, and that it was a war such as never before was seen or heard of in any land on earth. Three veteran Spanish regiments now reinforced the besiegers, having been sent from Italy to aid in overcoming the obstinate resistance of the city, but the interest of the inhabitants was now centered rather on the lake than upon the Spanish camp. It was from this alone that they could expect succor, and it now swarmed with the Dutch and Spanish vessels between whom there were daily contests. On the 28th of May the two fleets met in desperate fight. Admiral Bosu had a hundred ships, most of considerable size. Martin Brand, who commanded the Dutch, had a hundred and fifty but of much smaller size. The ships grappled with each other, and for hours a furious contest raged. Several thousands of men were killed on both sides, but at length weight prevailed and the victory was decided in favor of the Spaniards. Twenty-two of the Dutch vessels were captured and the rest routed. The Spanish fleet now sailed towards Harlem, landed their crews, and joined by a force from the army, captured the forts the Dutch had erected and had hitherto held on the shore of the lake, and through which their scanty supplies had hitherto been received. From the walls of the city the inhabitants watched the conflict, and a wail of despair rose from them as they saw its issue. They were now entirely cut off from all hope of succor, and their fate appeared to be sealed. Nevertheless they managed to send a message to the Prince that they would hold out for three weeks longer, in hopes that he might devise some plan for their relief, and carrier pigeons brought back word that another effort should be made to save them. But by this time the magazines were empty. Hitherto one pound of bread had been served out daily to each man and half a pound to each woman, and on this alone they had for many weeks subsisted, but the flour was now exhausted, and henceforth it was a battle with starvation. Every living creature that could be used as food was slain and eaten. Grass and herbage of all kinds were gathered and cooked for food, and under cover of darkness parties sallied out from the gates to gather grass in the fields. The sufferings of the besieged were terrible. So much were they reduced by weakness that they could scarce drag themselves along the streets, and numbers died from famine. During the time that the supply of bread was served out, Ned had persuaded his aunt and the girls to put by a morsel of their food each day. It will be the only resource when the city surrenders, he said, for four or five days at least the girls must remain concealed, and during that time they must be fed, if they take in with them a jar of water and a supply of those crusts which they can eat soaked in the water they can maintain life, and so each day, as long as the bread lasted, a small piece was put aside until a sufficient store was accumulated to last the two girls for a week. Soon after the daily issues ceased, Frau Plomart placed the bag of crusts into Ned's hands. Take it away and hide it somewhere, she said, and do not let me know where you have put it, or we shall assuredly break into it and use it before the time comes. I do not think now that, however great the pressure, we would touch those crusts, but there is no saying what we may do when we are gnawed by hunger. It is better anyhow to put ourselves out of the way of temptation. During the long weeks of June Ned found it hard to keep the precious store untouched. His aunt's figure had shrunk to a shadow of her former self, and she was scarce able to cross the room. The girls' cheeks were hollow and bloodless with famine, and although none of them ever asked him to break in upon the store, their faces pleaded more powerfully than any words could have done, and yet they were better off than many. For every night Ned either went out from the gates or let himself down by a rope from the wall, and returned with a supply of grass and herbage. It was fortunate for the girls that there was no necessity to go out of doors, for the sights there would have shaken the strongest. Women, women, and children fell dead by scores in the streets, and the survivors had neither strength nor heart to carry them away and bury them. On the first of July the burgers hung out a flag of truce, and deputies went out to confer with Don Frederick. The latter, however, would grant no terms whatever, and they returned to the city. Two days later a tremendous cannonade was opened upon the town, and the walls broken down in several places, but the Spaniards did not advance to the assault, knowing that the town could not hold out many days longer. Two more parlies were held, but without result, and the black flag was hoisted upon the cathedral tower as a signal of despair. But soon afterwards a pigeon flew into the town with a letter from the Prince, begging them to hold out for two days longer, as Sucker was approaching. The Prince had indeed done all that was possible. He assembled the citizens of Delft in the marketplace, and said that if any troops could be gathered he would march in person at their head to the relief of the city. There were no soldiers to be obtained, but four thousand armed volunteers from the various Dutch cities assembled, and six hundred mounted troops. The Prince placed himself at their head, but the magistrates and burgers of the towns would not allow him to hazard a life so indispensable to the existence of Holland, and the troops themselves refused to march unless he abandoned his intention. The at last reluctantly consented, and handed over the command of the expedition to Berenbattenburg. On the eighth of July, at dusk, the expedition set out from Sassenheim, taking with them four hundred wagon-loads of provisions and seven cannon. They halted in the woods, and remained till midnight. Then they again marched forward, hoping to be able to surprise the Spaniards, and make their way through before these could assemble in force. The agreement had been made that signal fires should be lighted, and that the citizens should sally out to assist the relieving force as it approached. Unfortunately, two pigeons with letters giving the details of the intended expedition had been shot while passing over the Spanish camp, and the besiegers were perfectly aware of what was going to be done. Opposite the point at which the besieged were to sally out, the Spaniards collected a great mass of green branches, pitch, and straw. Five thousand troops were stationed behind it, while an overwhelming force was stationed to attack the relieving army. When night fell, the pile of combustibles was lighted, and gave out so dense a smoke that the signal fires lighted by Batenburg were hidden from the town's people. As soon as the column advanced from the wood they were attacked by an overwhelming force of the enemy. Batenburg was killed, and his troops utterly routed, with the loss, according to the Dutch accounts, of from five to six hundred, but of many more according to Spanish statements. The besieged, ranged under arms, heard the sound of the distant conflict, but as they had seen no signal fires believed that it was only a device of the Spaniards to tempt them into making a sally, and it was not until morning when Don Frederick sent in a prisoner with his nose and ears cut off to announce the news that they knew that the last effort to save them had failed. The blow was a terrible one, and there was great commotion in the town. After consultation the garrison and the able-bodied citizens resolved to issue out in a solid column and to cut their way through the enemy or perish. It was thought that if the women, the helpless and infirm alone remained in the city they would be treated with greater mercy after all the fighting men had been slain. But as soon as this resolution became known the women and children issued from the houses with loud cries and tears. The burgers were unable to withstand their entreaties that all should die together, and it was then resolved that the fighting men should be formed into a hollow square in which the women, children, sick, and aged should be gathered, and so to sally out, and either win away through the camp or die together. But the news of this resolve reached the ears of Don Frederick. He knew now what the burgers of Harlem were capable of, and thought that they would probably fire the city before they left, and thus leaving nothing but a heap of ashes as a trophy of his victory. He therefore sent a letter to the magistrates in the name of Count Overstein, commander of the German forces in the besieging army, giving a solemn assurance that if they surrendered at discretion no punishment should be inflicted except upon those who, in the judgment of the citizens themselves, had deserved it. At the moment of sending the letter Don Frederick was in possession of strict orders from his father not to leave a man alive of the garrison, with the exception of the Germans, and to execute a large number of the burgers. On the receipt of this letter the city formally surrendered on the 10th of July. The Great Bell was told, and orders were issued that all arms should be brought to the town hall, that the women should assemble in the cathedral, and the men in the cloister of Zill. Then Don Frederick with his staff rode into the city. The scene which met their eyes was a terrible one. There were ruins of houses which had been set on fire by the Spanish artillery. The pavement had been torn up to repair the gaps in the walls. Unburied bodies of men and women were scattered about the streets, while those still alive were mere shadows scarcely able to maintain their feet. No time was lost in commencing the massacre. All the officers were at once put to death. The garrison had been reduced during the siege from 4,000 to 1,500. Of these the Germans, 600 in number, were allowed to depart. The remaining 1,200 were immediately butchered, with at least as many of the citizens. Almost every citizen distinguished by service, station, or wealth was slaughtered, and from day to day five executioners were kept constantly at work. The city was not sacked, the inhabitants agreeing to raise a great sum of money as a ransom. As soon as the surrender was determined upon, Ned helped his cousins and to the refuge prepared for them, passed in the bread and water, walled up the hole and whitewashed it, his aunt being too weak to render any assistance. Before they entered he opened the bag and took out a few crusts. You must eat something now, aunt, he said, it may be a day or two before any food is distributed, and it is no use holding on so long to die of hunger when food is almost in sight. There is plenty in the bag to last the girls for a week. You must eat sparingly, girls, not because there is not enough food, but because after fasting so long it is necessary for you at first to take food in very small quantities. The bread taken out was soaked, and it swelled so much in the water that it made much more than he had expected. He therefore divided it in half, and a portion made an excellent meal for Ned and his aunt, the remaining being carefully put by for the following day. An hour or two after eating the meal, Frau Plomart felt so much stronger that she was able to obey the order to go up to the Cathedral. Ned went with the able-bodied men to the cloisters. The Spaniards soon came among them, and dragged off numbers of those whom they thought most likely to have taken a prominent part in the fighting to execution. As they did not wish others from whom money could be rung to escape from their hands, they presently issued some food to the remainder. The women, after remaining for some hours in the Cathedral, were suffered to depart to their homes, for their starving condition excited the compassion even of the Spaniards, and the atrocities which had taken place at the sacks of Mecklin, Zutphen, and Nardin were not repeated in Harlem. The next day the men were also released, not from any ideas of mercy, but in order that when they returned to their homes the work of picking out the better class for execution could be the more easily carried on. For three days longer the girls remained in their hiding, and were then allowed to come out, as Ned felt now that the danger of General Massacre was averted. Now, Ned, his aunt said, you must stay here no longer. Every day we hear proclamations read in the streets that all sheltering refugees and others not belonging to the town will be punished with death, and as you know every stranger caught has been murdered. This they had heard from some of the neighbors. Ned himself had not stirred out since he returned from the Cloisters, for his aunt had implored him not to do so, as it would only be running useless risk. I hear, she went on, that they have searched many houses for fugitives, and it is probable the hunt may become even more strict, therefore I think, Ned, that for our sake as well as your own you had better try to escape. I quite agree with you, aunt, now that the worst is over, and I know that you and the girls are safe, no good purpose could be served by my staying, and being both a stranger and one who has fought here, I should certainly be killed if they laid hands on me. As to escaping, I do not think there can be any difficulty about that. I have often let myself down from the walls and can do so again, and although there is a strict watch kept at the gates to prevent any leaving until the Spaniard's thirst for blood is satisfied, there can be no longer any vigilant watch kept up by the troops encamped outside, and I ought certainly to be able to get through them at night. It will be dark in a couple of hours, and as soon as it is so I will be off. The girls burst into tears at the thought of Ned's departure. During the seven long months the siege had lasted he had been as a brother to them, keeping up their spirits by his cheerfulness, looking after their safety, and as far as possible after their comfort, and acting as the advisor and almost as the head of the house. His aunt was almost equally affected, for she had come to lean entirely upon him and to regard him as a son. It is best that it should be so Ned, but we shall all miss you sorely. It may be that I shall follow your advice and come over to England on a long visit. Now that I know you so well it will not seem like going among strangers, as it did before, for although I met your father and mother whenever they came over to Vordwick, I had not got to know them as I know you. I shall talk the matter over with my father. Of course everything depends upon what is going to happen in Holland. Ned did not tell his aunt that her father had been one of the first dragged out from the cloisters for execution, and that her sister, who kept house for him, had died three days previous to the surrender. His going away was grief enough for her for one day, and he turned the conversation to other matters until night fell, when, after a sad parting, he made his way to the walls, having wound round his waist the rope by which he had been accustomed to lower himself. The executions in Harlem continued for two days after he had left, and then the five executioners were so weary of slaying that the three hundred prisoners who still remained for execution were tied back to back and thrown into the lake. CHAPTER XV It was fortunate for Ned that the watch round the city had relaxed greatly when he started from it. The soldiers were discontented at the arrangement that had been made for the city to pay an immense sum of money to escape a general sack. They were all many months in a rear of their pay. They had suffered during the siege, and they now considered themselves to be cheated of their fair reward. The sum paid by the city would go into the hands of the duke, and although the soldiers were promised a share of the prize money, the duke's necessities were so great that it was probable little of the money would find its way into the hands of the troops. A sack upon the other hand was looked upon as a glorious lottery. Everyone was sure to gain something. Many would obtain most valuable prizes of money or jewelry. No sooner, therefore, had Harlem surrendered than a mutinous spirit began to show itself among the troops. They became slack in obeying the orders of their officers, refused to perform their duties, and either gathered in bodies to discuss their wrongs or sulked in their tents. Just the work of keeping a vigilant watch round the walls by night to prevent the escape of the victims selected to satiate the vengeance of Don Frederick was greatly relaxed. After lowering himself from the walls Ned proceeded with great caution. On reaching the spot where he expected to meet with a cordon of sentries he was surprised at finding everything still and quiet, unaware of the state of things in the camp, and suspecting that some device had perhaps been hit upon with the view of inducing men to try to escape from the city, he redoubled his precautions, stopping every few paces to listen for the calls of the sentries or a heavy tread or the clash of arms. All was silent, and he continued his course until close to the camps of some of the German regiments. Incredible as it seemed to him, it was now evident that no sentries had been posted. He saw great fires blazing in the camps and a large number of men standing near one of them. They were being addressed by a soldier standing upon a barrel. Keeping in the shadow of the tents, Ned made his way close up to the group, and the similarity of the German language to the Dutch enabled him to gather without difficulty the meaning of the speaker's words. He was recounting to the soldiers the numberless toils and hardships through which they had passed in the service of Spain and the ingratitude with which they were treated. They pretend they have no money, he exclaimed. It is not true. Spain has the wealth of the Indies at her back, and yet she rudges us our pay for the services we have faithfully rendered her. Why should we throw away our lives for Spain? What do we care whether she is mistress of this wretched country or not, that us resolve brethren to be moved neither by entreaties or threats, but to remain fast to the oath we and our Spanish comrades have sworn, that we will neither march a foot nor lift an arm until we have received our pay, and not only our pay, but our share of the booty they have stolen from us. The shouts of approval that greeted the speech showed that the speaker's audience was thoroughly in accord with him. Ned waited to hear no further orations. He understood now the withdrawal of the sentries. It was another of the mutinies that had so frequently broken out among the Spanish forces in the Netherlands, making his way out through the other side of the camp he proceeded on his journey. The news was important, for if the mutiny continued it would give the Prince of Orange time to prepare for the forward march of the enemy. He passed several other camps, but observed everywhere the same slackness of discipline and the absence of military precaution. All night he pushed forward without stopping, and as soon as the gates of Leiden were opened he entered. Upon inquiring he found that the Prince was at Delft, and hiring a horse he at once rode there. The Prince received him with real pleasure. And so you have escaped safe and sound from the siege, Master Martin. Truly your good fortune is wonderful. I am glad indeed to see you. Tell me how it goes in Harlem. Rumors reached me that there, as at other towns, they have broken their oaths, and are massacring the whole population. It is not so bad as that, sir, Ned replied. They have put to death numbers of the principal citizens and all refugees they could discover in the city. But there has been no regular sack. The women have not been ill-treated, and although five executioners were kept busily at work, there has been nothing like a general massacre. Thank God for that, the Prince said piously. That has eased my mind. I feared that the horrors of Zutphen and Naden had been re-enacted. I have another piece of good news to give you, sir. As I passed through their camps, I learned that all the troops, German as well as Spanish, are in open mutiny, and have sworn that they will neither march nor fight until they receive all arrears of pay. That is good news indeed, the Prince exclaimed. It will give us breathing time, of which we are sadly in need. Were the Spaniards to march forward now, they could sweep over Holland, for I could not put a thousand men in the field to withstand them. And now, Master Martin, what shall I do for you? You have received as yet no reward whatever for the great service you rendered us, by the successful carrying out of your mission to Brussels, to say nothing of the part you have borne in the defence of Harlem. I know that you joined us from pure love of our cause and hatred of Spanish tyranny. Still, that is no reason why I should not recognise your services. If you would like it, I would gladly appoint you to the command of a company of volunteers. I thank you greatly, Your Highness, replied Ned, but I am far too young to command men, and pray that you will allow me to remain near your person, and to perform such service as you may think me capable of. If that be your wish, it shall be so for the present, the Prince replied, and it is pleasant to me in these days when almost every noble in the Netherlands puts a price on his services, and when even the cities bargain for every crown-piece they advance to find one who wants nothing, but now you need rest, when I am more at leisure you shall furnish me with further details of what took place inside Harlem during the siege. The long defence of Harlem, the enormous expenditure which it had cost, both in money and life, for no less than ten thousand soldiers had fallen in the assault or by disease, induced Alva to make another attempt to win back the people of Holland, and three days after Ned's return a proclamation was sent to every town. He adopted an affectionate tone. You are well aware, began the address, that the King has over and over again manifested his willingness to receive his children, in however forlorn a condition the prodigals might return. His majesty assures you once more that your sins, however black they may have been, shall be forgiven and forgotten in the plentitude of royal kindness, if you will repent and return in season to his majesty's embrace. Notwithstanding your manifold crimes, his majesty still seeks, like a hen calling her chickens, to gather you all under the parental wing. This portion of the document which was by the order of the magistrates affixed to the doors of the town halls, was received with shouts of laughter by the citizens, and many were the jokes as to the royal hen and the return of the prodigals. The conclusion of the document afforded a little further insight into the affectionate disposition of the royal bird. If, continued the proclamation, ye disregard these offers of mercy and receive them with closed ears as here too for, then we warn you that there is no rigor or cruelty, however great, which you are not to expect by laying waste, starvation, and the sword, in such manner that nowhere shall remain a relic of that which at present exists, but his majesty will strip, bear, and utterly depopulate the land, and cause it to be inhabited again by strangers, since otherwise his majesty would not believe that the will of God and of his majesty had been accomplished. This proclamation produced no effect whatever, for the people of Holland were well aware that Philip of Spain would never grant that religious toleration for which they were fighting, and they knew also that no reliance whatever could be placed in Spanish promises or oaths. For a month Alva was occupied in persuading the troops to return to their duty, and at last managed to raise a sufficient sum of money to pay each man a portion of the arrears due to him, and a few crowns on account of his share of the ransom paid by Harlem. During this breathing time the Prince of Orange was indefatigable in his efforts to raise a force capable of undertaking the relief of such towns as the Spanish might invest. This however he found well nigh impossible. The cities were all ready to defend themselves, but in spite of the danger that threatened they were cherry in the extreme and contributing money for the common cause, nor would the people enlist for service in the field. Nothing had occurred to shake the belief in the invincibility of the Spanish soldiery in fair fight in the open, and the disasters which had befallen the bodies of volunteers who had endeavored to relieve Harlem effectually deterred others from following their example. The Prince's only hope therefore of being able to put a force into the field rested upon his brother Louis who was raising an army of mercenaries in Germany. He had little assurance, however, that relief would come from this quarter as the two armies he had himself raised in Germany had effected absolutely nothing. His efforts to raise a fleet were more successful. The hardy mariners of Zeeland were ready to fight on their own element and asked nothing better than to meet the Spaniards at sea. Nevertheless the money had to be raised for the purchase of vessels, stores, artillery, and ammunition. Ned was frequently dispatched by the Prince with letters to magistrates of the chief towns, to nobles and men of influence, and always performed his duties greatly to the Prince's satisfaction. As soon as the Duke of Alva had satisfied the troops, preparations began for a renewal of hostilities, and the Prince soon learnt that it was intended that Don Frederick should invade Northern Holland with sixteen thousand men, and that the rest of the army, which had lately received further reinforcements, should lay siege to Leiden. The Prince felt confident that Leiden could resist for a time, but he was very anxious as to the position of things in North Holland. In the courage and ability of Sonoy, the Lieutenant Governor of North Holland, the Prince had entire confidence, but it was evident by the tone of his letters that he had lost all hope of being able to defend the province, and altogether disparate of the success of their cause. He had written in desponding tones at the utterly insufficient means at his disposal for meeting the storm that was about to burst upon the province, and had urged that unless the Prince had a good prospect of help, either from France or England, it was better to give up the struggle than to bring utter destruction upon the whole people. The letter in which the Prince answered him has been preserved, and well illustrates the lofty tones of his communications in this crisis of the fate of Holland. He reprimanded with gentle but earnest eloquence the despondency and want of faith of his Lieutenant and other adherents. He had not expected, he said, that they would have so soon forgotten their manly courage. They seemed to consider the whole fate of the country attached to the city of Harlem. He took God to witness that he had spared no pains, and would willingly have spared no drop of his blood to save that devoted city. But as notwithstanding our efforts, he continued, it has pleased God Almighty to dispose of Harlem according to his divine will, shall we therefore deny and deride his holy word, as his church therefore come to not, you ask if I have entered into a firm treaty with any great king or potentate, to which I answer that before I ever took up the cause of the oppressed Christians in these provinces, I had entered into a close alliance with the king of kings, and I am firmly convinced that all who put their trust in him shall be saved by his almighty hand. The God of armies will raise up armies for us to do battle with our enemies and his own. In conclusion he detailed his preparations for attacking the enemy by sea as well as by land, and encouraged his lieutenant and the population of the northern province to maintain a bold front before the advancing foe. That Sonoi would do his best, the prince was sure, but he knew how difficult it is for one who himself regards resistance as hopeless to inspire enthusiasm in others, and he determined to send a message to cheer the people of North Holland, and urged them to resist to the last, and to entrust it to one who could speak personally as to the efforts that were being made for their assistance, and who was animated by a real enthusiasm in the cause. It was an important mission, but after considering the various persons of his household he decided to entrust it to the lad who had showed such courage and discretion in his dangerous mission to Brussels. A keen observer of character, the prince felt that he could trust the young fellow absolutely to do his best at whatever risk to himself. He had believed, when he first joined him, that Ned was some eighteen years of age, and the year that had since elapsed with its dangers and responsibilities had added two or three years to his appearance. It was the fashion in Holland to entirely shave the face, and Ned's smooth cheeks were therefore no sign of youth. Standing over the average height of the natives of Holland, with broad shoulders and well-set figure, he might readily pass as a man of three or four and twenty. The prince accordingly sent for the lad. I have a non-emission for you, Master Martin, and again a dangerous one. The Spaniards are on the point of marching to lay siege to Alkmaar, and I wish a message carried to the citizens, assuring them that they may rely absolutely upon my relieving them by breaking down the dykes. I wish you on this occasion to be more than a messenger. In these dispatches I have spoken of you as one Captain Martin, who possesses my fullest confidence. You would, as you say, be young to be a captain of a company of fighting men, but as an officer attached to my household you can bear that rank as well as another. It will be useful and will add to your influence and authority, and I have therefore appointed you to the grade of Captain, of which by your conduct you have proved yourself to be worthy. Your mission is to encourage the inhabitants to resist to the last, to rouse them to enthusiasm if you can, to give them my solemn promise that they shall not be deserted, and to assure them that if I cannot raise a force sufficient to relieve them, I will myself come round and super intend the operation of cutting the dykes and laying the whole country under water. I do not know whether you will find the Lieutenant Governor in the city, but at any rate he will not remain there during the siege as he has work outside, but I shall give you a letter recommending you to him, and ask him to give you his warmest support. The Prince then took off the gold chain he wore round his neck and placed it upon Ned. I give you this in the first place, Captain Martin, in token of my esteem and of my gratitude for the perilous service you have already rendered, and secondly as a visible mark of my confidence in you, and as a sign that I have entrusted you with authority to speak for me. Everything as you now do, it will be best for you to assume some what more courtly garments in order to do credit to your mission. I have given orders that these shall be prepared for you, and that you shall be provided with a suit of armor, such as a young noble would wear. All will be prepared for you this afternoon. At six o'clock a ship will be in readiness to sail, and this will land you on the coast at the nearest point to Alkma. Should any further point occur to you before evening, speak to me freely about it. Ned retired, depressed rather than elated at the confidence the Prince reposed in him, and at the rank and dignity he had bestowed upon him. He questioned, too, whether he had not done wrong in not stating at once when the Prince had, on his first joining him, set down his age at over eighteen, that he was two years under that age, and he hesitated whether he ought not even now to go to him and state the truth. He would have done so had he not known how great were the labours of the Prince, and how incessantly he was occupied, and so feared to upset his plans and cause him fresh trouble. Anyhow, he said to himself at last, I will do my best, and I could do no more if I were nineteen instead of seventeen. The Prince has chosen me for this business not because of my age, but because he thought I could carry it out, and carry it out I will if it be in my power. In the afternoon a clothier arrived with several suits of handsome material and make, out of sober colours, such as a young man of good family would wear, and an armourer brought him a morion and breast and back pieces of steel, handsomely inlaid with gold. When he was alone he attired himself in the quietest of his new suits, and looking at himself in the mirror burst into a fit of hearty laughter. What in the world would my father and mother and the girls say were they to see me pranked out in such attire as this? They would scarce know me, and I shall scarce know myself for some time. However, I think I shall be able to play my part as the Prince's representative better in these than I should have done in the dress I started in last time, or in that I wore on board the good venture. At five o'clock Ned paid another visit to the Prince and thanked him heartily for his kindness towards him, and then received a few last instructions. On his return to his room he found a corporal and four soldiers at the door, the former saluted. We have orders, Captain Martin, to place ourselves under your command for detached duty. Our kits are already on board the ship. The men will carry down your mails if they are packed. I only take that trunk with me, Ned said, pointing to the one that contained his new clothes, and there is besides my armor and that brace of pistols. Followed by the corporal and men, Ned now made his way down to the port where the captain of the little vessel received him with profound respect. As soon as they were on board the sails were hoisted and the vessel ran down the channel from Delft through the Hague to the sea. On the following morning they anchored soon after daybreak. A boat was lowered and Ned and the soldiers landed on the sandy shore. Followed by them he made his way over the high range of sandhills facing the sea, and then across the low cultivated country extending to Alkmar. He saw parties of men and women hurrying northward along the causeways laden with goods, and leading in most instances horses or donkeys staggering under the weights placed upon them. I think we are but just in time, corporal. The population of the villages are evidently fleeing before the advance of the Spaniards. Another day and we should have been too late to get into the town. Alkmar had been in sight from the time they had crossed the dunes, and after walking five miles they arrived at its gates. Is the Lieutenant Governor in the town? Ned asked one of the citizens. Yes, he is still here, the man said, you will find him at the town hall. There was much excitement in the streets. Armed burgers were standing in groups, women were looking anxiously from doors and casements, but Ned was surprised to see no soldiers about, although he knew that the 800 whom the Prince had dispatched as a garrison must have arrived there some days before. On arriving at the town hall he found the generals seated at table. In front of him were a group of elderly men whom he supposed to be the leading citizens, and it was evident by the raised voices and angry looks, both of the old officer and of the citizens, that there was some serious difference of opinion between them. Whom have we here? So Noy asked as Ned approached the table. I am a messenger, sir, from the Prince. I bear these dispatches to yourself and have also letters and messages from him to the citizens of Alkmar. You come at a good season, the Governor said shortly, taking the dispatches, and if anything you can say will soften the obstinacy of these good people here, you will do them and me a service. There was silence for a few minutes as the Governor read the letter Ned had brought him. My good friends, he said at last to the citizens, this is Captain Martin, an officer whom the Prince tells me stands high in his confidence. He bore part in the siege of Harlem, and has otherwise done great service to the State. The Prince commends him most highly to me and to you. He has sent him here in the first place to assure you fully of the Prince's intentions on your behalf. He will especially represent the Prince during the siege, and from his knowledge of the methods of defense at Harlem, of the arrangements for portioning out the food and other matters, he will be able to give you valuable advice and assistance. As you are aware, I ride in an hour to Ankhhausen in order to superintend the general arrangement for the defense of the province, and especially for affording you aid, and I am glad to leave behind me an officer who is so completely in the confidence of the Prince. He will first deliver the messages with which he is charged to you, and then we will hear what he says as to this matter which is in dispute between us. The passage of Ned with his escorts through the street had attracted much attention, and the citizens had followed him into the hall in considerable numbers to hear the message of which he was no doubt the bearer. Ned took his place by the side of the old officer, and facing the crowd began to speak. At other times he would have been diffident in addressing a crowded audience, but he felt that he must justify the confidence imposed on him, and knowing the preparations that were being made by the Prince, and his intense anxiety that Alkmar should resist to the end, he began without hesitation, and speedily forgot himself in the importance of the subject. Citizens of Alkmar, he began, the Prince has sent me specially to tell you what there is in his mind concerning you, and how his thoughts night and day have been turned towards your city. Not only the Prince, but all Holland are turning their eyes towards you, and none doubt that you will show yourselves as worthy, as faithful, and as steadfast as have the citizens of Harlem. You fight not for glory, but for your liberty, for your religion, for the honour and the lives of those dear to you, and yet your glory and your honour will be great indeed, if this little city of yours should prove the bulwark of Holland, and should beat back from its walls the power of Spain. The Prince bids me tell you that he is doing all he can to collect an army and a fleet. In the latter respect he is succeeding well. The hardy seamen of Holland and Zeeland are gathering round him, have sworn that they will clear the zyder of the Spaniards or die in the attempt. As to the army it is, as you know, next to impossible to gather one capable of coping with the host of Spain in the field. But happily you need not rely solely upon an army to save you in your need. Here you have an advantage over your brethren of Harlem. There it was impossible to flood the land round the city, and the dykes by which the food supply of the Spaniards could have been cut off were too strongly guarded to be one, even when your noble governor himself led his forces against them. But it is not so here. The dykes are far away, and the Spaniards cannot protect them. Grievous as it is to the Prince to contemplate the destruction of the rich country your fathers have won from the sea, he bids me tell you that he will not hesitate, but that as a last resource he pledges himself that he will lay the country under water and drown out the Spaniards to save you. They have sworn, as you know, to turn Holland into a desert, to leave none alive in her cities and villages. Well then, better a thousand times that we should return it to the ocean from which we want it, and that then, having cast off the Spaniards, we should renew the labours of our fathers, and again recover it from the sea. A shout of applause rang through the hall. But this, Ned went on, is the last resource, and will not be taken until not else can be done to save you. It is for you first to show the Spaniards how the men of Holland can fight for their freedom, their religion, their families and their homes. Then when you have done all that men can do, the Prince will prove to the Spaniards that the men of Holland will lay their country under water rather than surrender. Does the Prince solemnly bind himself to do this? One of the elder burgers asked. He does, and here is his promise in black and white with his seal attached. We will retire and let you have our answer in half an hour. Ned glanced at the Governor who shook his head slightly. What is their need of deliberation? Ned asked in a voice that was heard all over the hall. To you, citizens at large, I appeal, of what use is it now to deliberate? Have you not already sent a defiant answer to Alva? Are not his troops within a day's march of you? Think you that even if you turn traitors to your country and to your Prince and throw open the gates it would save you now? Did submission save Nardin? How many of you think you would survive the sack? And for those who did so, what would life be worth? They would live an object of reproach and scoffing among all true Hollanders, as the men of the city who threatened what they dared not perform, who were bold while Alva was four days' march away, but who cowered like children when they saw the standards of Spain approaching their walls. I appeal to you, is this a time to hesitate or discuss? I ask you now, in the name of the Prince, are you true men or false? Are you four orange or Alva? What is your answer? A tremendous shout shook the hall. We will fight to the death, no surrender! Down with the council, and there were loud and threatening shouts against some of the magistrates. The Governor now rose. My friends, he said, I rejoice to hear your decision, and now there is no time for idle talk. Throw open the gates and call in the troops whom the Prince has sent to your aid, and whom your magistrates have hitherto refused to admit. Choose from among yourselves six men, upon whom you can rely to confer with me and with the officer commanding the troops. Choose good and worshipful men, zealous in the cause. I will see before I leave today that your magistracy is strengthened. You need now men of heart and action at your head. Captain Martin, who has been through the siege of Harlem, will deliberate with twelve citizens whom I will select as to the steps to be taken for gathering the food into magazines for the public use, for issuing daily rations, for organizing the women as well as the men, for such work as they are fit. There is much to be done, and but little time to do it, for to-morrow the Spaniard will be in front of your walls. In an hour's time the eight hundred troops marched in from Egmont Castle and Egmont Abbey, where they had been quartered while the citizens were wavering between resistance and submission. Four of the citizens, who had already been told off for the purpose, met them at the gate and allotted them quarters in the various houses. Governor Sonoy was already in deliberation with the six men chosen by the townspeople to represent them. He had at once removed from the magistracy an equal number of those who had been the chief opponents of resistance, for here, as in other towns, the magistrates had been appointed by the Spaniards. Ned was busy conferring with the committee and explaining to them the organization adopted at Harlem. He pointed out that it was a first necessity that all the men capable of bearing arms should be divided into companies of fifty, each of which should select its own captain and lieutenant, that the names of the women should be inscribed with their ages, that the active and able-bodied should be divided into companies for carrying materials to the walls, and aiding in the defense when a breach was attacked, and that the old and feeble should be made useful in the hospitals, and for such other work as their powers admitted. All children were to join the companies to which their mothers belonged, and to help as far as they could in their work. Having set these matters in train, Ned rejoined the governor. I congratulate you, Captain Martin, upon the service you have rendered today. Your youth and enthusiasm have succeeded where my experience failed. You believe in the possibility of success, and thus your words had a ring and fervor which were wanting in mine, fearing as I do that the cause is a lost one. I wondered much when you first presented yourself, that the prince should have given his confidence to one so young. I wonder no longer. The prince never makes a mistake in his instruments, and he has chosen well this time. I leave the city to night, and shall write to the prince from Ankhausen, telling him how you have brought the citizens round to a sense of their duty, and that whereas at the moment of your arrival I believed the magistrates would throw open the gates to-morrow, I am now convinced the city will resist till the last. In military matters the officer in command of the troops will, of course, take the direction of things, but in all other matters you, as the prince's special representative, will act as adviser of the burgers. I wish I could stay here and share in the perils of the siege. It would be far more suitable to my disposition than arguing with pig-headed burgers, and trying to excite their enthusiasm when my own hopes have all but vanished. The officer commanding the garrison now entered, and the governor introduced Ned to him. You will find in Captain Martin, one who is in the prince's confidence, and has been sent here as his special representative, an able co-agitor. He will organize the citizens as they were organized at Harlem, and while you are defending the walls, he will see that all goes on in good order in the town, that there is no undo waste in provisions, that the breaches are repaired as fast as made, that the sick and wounded are well cared for, and that the spirits of the townspeople are maintained. That will indeed be an assistance, the officer said courteously. These details are as necessary as the work of fighting, and it is impossible for one man to attend to them and to see to his military work. I shall look to you, sir, for your aid and assistance, Ned said modestly. The prince is pleased to have a good opinion of me, but I am young, and shall find the responsibility a very heavy one, and can only hope to maintain my authority by the aid of your assistance. I think not that you will require much aid, Captain Martin, the governor said. I marked you when you were speaking, and doubt not that your spirit will carry you through all difficulties. That night was a busy one in Alkmaar, few thought of sleeping, and before morning the lists were all prepared, the companies mustered, officers chosen, posts on the wall assigned to them, and every man, woman, and child in Alkmaar knew the nature of the duties they would be called upon to perform. Just before midnight the governor left. Farewell, young man, he said to Ned, I trust that we may meet again. Now that I have got rid of the black sheep amongst the Magistracie, I feel more hopeful as to the success of the defense. But may I ask, sir, why you did not dismiss them before? Ah, you hardly know the burgers of these towns, so Noy said, shaking his head. They stand upon their rights and privileges, and if you touch their civic officers they are like a swarm of angry bees. Governor of North Holland, as I am, I could not have interfered with the Magistracie even of this little town. It was only because at the moment the people were roused to enthusiasm, and because they regarded you as the special representative of the Prince, that I was able to do so. Now that the act is done they are well content with the change, especially as I have appointed the men they themselves chose to the vacant places. It was the same thing at Ankhausen. I could do nothing, and it was only when Sante Aldegonde came with authority from the Prince himself that we were able to get rid of Alva's creatures. Well, I must ride away. The Spaniards are encamped about six miles away, and you may expect to see them soon after daybreak. It was indeed early in the morning that masses of smoke were seen rising from the village of Egmont, telling the citizens of Alkmar that the troopers of Don Frederick had arrived. Alkmar was but a small town, and when every man capable of bearing arms was mustered they numbered only about thirteen hundred, besides the eight hundred soldiers. It was on the twenty-first of August that Don Frederick with sixteen thousand veteran troops appeared before the walls of the town, and at once proceeded to invest it, and accomplished this so thoroughly that Alva wrote, It is impossible for a sparrow to enter or go out of the city. There was no doubt what the fate of the inhabitants would be if the city were captured. The Duke was furious that what he considered his extraordinary clemency in having executed only some twenty-four hundred persons at the surrender of Harlem should not have been met with the gratitude it deserved. If I take Alkmar, he wrote to the King, I am resolved not to leave a single person alive, the knife shall be put to every throat, since the example of Harlem has proved to be of no use, perhaps an example of cruelty will bring the other cities to their senses. End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 of By Pike and Dyke, A Tale of the Rise of the Dutch Republic. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. By Pike and Dyke, by G. A. Henty. Chapter 16 Friends in Trouble Within the little town of Alkmar all went on quietly, while the Spaniards constructed their lines of investment and mounted their batteries, the men labored continually at strengthening their walls, the women and children carried materials, all the food was collected in magazines, and rations served out regularly. A carpenter named Peter Vandermay managed to make his way out of the city a fortnight after the investment began, with letters to the Prince and Sonoi, giving the formal consent of all within the walls for the cutting of the Dyke's when it should be necessary, for, according to the Laws of Holland, a step that would lead to so enormous a destruction of property could not be undertaken, even in the most urgent circumstances, without the consent of the population. At daybreak on the 18th of September a heavy cannonade was opened against the walls, and after twelve hours fire two breaches were made. Upon the following morning two of the best Spanish regiments, which had just arrived from Italy, led the way to the assault, shouting and cheering as they went, and confident of an easy victory. They were followed by heavy masses of troops. Now Ned was again to see what the slow and somewhat apathetic Dutch burgers could do when fairly roused to action. Every man capable of bearing a weapon was upon the walls, and not even in Harlem was an attack received with more coolness and confidence. As the storming parties approached they were swept by artillery and musketry, and as they attempted to climb the breaches, boiling water, pitch and oil, molten lead and unslaked lime were poured upon them. Places of tarred and blazing hoops were skillfully thrown on to their necks, and those who in spite of these terrible missiles mounted the breach, found themselves confronted by the soldiers and burgers, armed with axe and pike, and were slain or cast back again. Three times was the assault renewed, fresh troops being ever brought up and pressing forward, wild with rage at their repulses by so small a number of defenders. But each was in turn hurled back. For four hours the desperate fight continued. The women and children showed a calmness equal to that of the men, moving backwards and forwards between the magazines and the ramparts with supplies of missiles and ammunition to the combatants. At nightfall the Spaniards desisted from the attack and fell back to their camp, leaving a thousand dead behind them, while only twenty-four of the garrison and thirteen of the burgers lost their lives. A Spanish officer who had mounted the breach for an instant, and after being hurled back, almost miraculously escaped with his life, reported that he had seen neither helmet nor harness as he looked down into the city. Only some plain-looking people generally dressed like fishermen. The cannonade was renewed on the following morning, and after seven hundred shots had been fired and the breaches enlarged, a fresh assault was ordered. But the troops absolutely refused to advance. It seemed to them that the devil, whom they believed the Protestants worshipped, had protected the city. Otherwise how could a handful of townsmen and fishermen have defeated the invincible soldiers of Spain, outnumbering them eight-fold? In vain Don Frederick and his generals entreated and stormed. Several of the soldiers were run through the body, but even this did not intimidate the rest into submission, and the assault was in consequence postponed. Maybe indeed there was considerable uneasiness in the Spanish camp. Governor Sonoy had opened many of the dykes, and the ground in the neighborhood of the camp was already feeling soft and boggy. It needed but that two great dykes should be pierced to spread inundation over the whole country. The carpenter, who had soon after the commencement of the siege carried out the dispatches, had again made his way back. He was the bearer of the copy of a letter sent from the Prince to Sonoy, ordering him to protect the dykes and sluices with strong guards lest the peasants, in order to save their crops, should repair the breeches. He was directed to flood the whole country at all risks rather than to allow Alkmar to fall. The Prince directed the citizens to kindle four great beacon fires as soon as it should prove necessary to resort to extreme measures, and solemnly promised that as soon as the signal was given an inundation should be created which would sweep the whole Spanish army into the sea. The carpenter was informed of the exact contents of his dispatches, so that in case of losing them in his passage through the Spanish camp he could repeat them by word of mouth to the citizens. This was exactly what happened. The dispatches were concealed in a hollow stick, and this stick the carpenter, in carrying out his perilous undertaking, lost. As it turned out it was fortunate that he did so. The stick was picked up in the camp and discovered to be hollow. It was carried to Don Frederick, who read the dispatches, and at once called his officers together. And at the prospect before them, and already heartily sick of the siege in which the honour all fell to their opponents, they agreed that the safety of any army of the picked troops of Spain must not be sacrificed merely with the hope of obtaining possession of an insignificant town. Orders were therefore given for an immediate retreat, and on the 8th of October the siege was raised, and the troops marched back to Amsterdam. Thus for the first time the Spaniards had to recoil before their puny adversaries. The terrible loss of life entailed by the capture of Harlem had struck a profound blow at the haughty confidence of the Spaniards, and had vastly encouraged the people of Holland. The successful defense of Alkmaar did even more. It showed the people that resistance did not necessarily lead to calamity, that the risk was greater in surrender than in defiance, and above all that in their dykes they possessed means of defence that, if properly used, would fight for them even more effectually than they could do for themselves. Ned had taken his full share in the labours and dangers of the siege. He had been indefatigable in seeing that all the arrangements worked well and smoothly, had slept on the walls with the men, encouraged the women, talked and laughed with the children, and done all in his power to keep up the spirits of the inhabitants. At the assault on the breeches he had donned his armour, and fought in the front line as a volunteer under the officer in command of the garrison. On the day when the Spaniards were seen to be breaking up their camps and retiring, a meeting was held in the town hall after a solemn thanksgiving had been offered in the church, and by acclamation Ned was made a citizen of the town, and was presented with a gold chain as a token of the gratitude of the people of Alkmaar. There was nothing more for him to do here, and as soon as the Spaniards had broken up their camp he mounted a horse and rode to Ankhhausen, bidding his escort follow him at once on foot. He had learned from the carpenter who had made his way in that the fleet was collected, and that a portion of them from the northern ports under Admiral Dirk Zoon had already set sail, and the whole were expected to arrive in a few days in Besider Zee. As he rode through the street on his way to the burgamasters, his eye fell upon a familiar face, and he at once reigned in his horse. Ah, Peters, he exclaimed, is it you? Is the good venture in port? Peters looked up in astonishment. The voice was that of Ned Martin, but he scarce recognized in the handsomely dressed young officer the lad he had last seen a year before. Why, it is Master Ned, sure enough, he exclaimed, shaking the lad's hand warmly, though if you had not spoken I should have assuredly passed you. Why lad, you are transformed! I took you for a young noble with your brave attire and your gold chain, and you look years older than when I last saw you. You have grown into a man, but though you have added to your height and your breadth, your cheeks have fallen in greatly, and your color has well knife faded away. I have had two long bouts of fasting, Peters, and have but just finished the second. I am Captain Martin now by the favor of the Prince of Orange. How are they at home, and how goes it with my father? He is on board, Master Ned. This is his first voyage, and right glad we are, as you may guess, to have him back again, and joyful will he be to see you. He had your letter safely that you wrote after the fall of Harlem, and it would have done you good if you had heard that cheers in the summer house when he read it out to the captains there. We had scarce thought we should ever hear of you again. I will put up my horse at the burgo-masters, Peters, and come on board with you at once. I must speak to him first for a few minutes. A messenger was sent off on horseback last night the moment the road was opened to say that the Spaniards had raised the siege of Alkmar, but I must give him a few details. So you have been there, too. The guns have been firing and the bells ringing all the day, and the people have been well nigh out of their minds with joy. They had looked to the Spaniards coming here after they had finished with Alkmar, and you may guess how joyful they were when the news came that the villains were going off beaten. A quarter of an hour later Ned leapt from the quay on to the deck of the Good Venture. His father's delight was great as he entered the cabin, and he was no less astonished than Peters had been at the change that a year had made in his appearance. Why, Ned, he said, after they had talked for half an hour, I fear you are getting much too great a man ever to settle down again to work here. Not at all, father, Ned laughed. I have not the least idea of remaining permanently here. I love the sea, and I love England and my home, and nothing would tempt me to give them up. I cannot leave my present work now. The Prince has been so kind to me that even if I wished it I could not withdraw from his service now, but I do not wish. In another year, if all the Dutch cities prove as staunch as Harlem and Alkmar have done, the Spaniards will surely begin to see that their task of subduing such a people is a hopeless one. At any rate I think that I can then very well withdraw myself from the work and follow my profession again. I shall be old enough then to be your second mate, and to relieve you of much of your work. I shall be glad to have you with me, Captain Martin said. Of course I still have the Supercargo, but that is not like going ashore and seeing people oneself. However, we can go on as we are for a bit. You have been striking a blow for freedom, lad. I mean to do my best to strike one tomorrow or next day. How is that, father? Bosu's fleet of thirty vessels are cruising off the town, and they have already had some skirmishes with Dirk Zoon's vessels, but nothing much has come of it yet. The Spaniards, although their ships are much larger and heavily armed, and more numerous too than ours, do not seem to have any fancy for coming to close quarters, but there is sure to be a fight in a few days. There is a vessel in port which will go out crowded with the fishermen here to take part in the fight, and I am going to fly the Dutch flag for once instead of the English, and I am going to strike a blow to pay them off for the murder of your mother's relations, to say nothing of this, and he touched his wooden leg. There are plenty of men here ready and willing to go, and I have taken down the names of eighty who will sail with us, so we shall have a strong crew, and shall be able to give a good account of ourselves. Can I go with you, father? Ned asked eagerly. If you like, lad, it will be tough work, you know, for the Spaniards fight well, that cannot be denied, but as you stood against them when they have been five to one in the breeches of Harlem and Alkmar, to say nothing of our skirmish with them, you will find it a novelty to meet them when the odds are not altogether against us. The next day, the 11th of October, the Patriot fleet were seen bearing down with a strong easterly breeze upon the Spaniards, who were cruising between Ankhausen and Horn. All was ready on board the good venture and her consort. The bells rang, and a swarm of hardy fishermen came pouring on board. In five minutes the sails were hoisted, and the two vessels flying the Dutch flag, started amidst the cheers of the burgers on the walls, to take their share in the engagement. They came up with the enemy just as Dirk Zoon's vessels engaged them, and at once joined in the fray. The Patriot fleet now numbered twenty-five vessels against the thirty Spaniards, most of which were greatly superior in size to their opponents. The Dutch at once maneuvered to come to close quarters, and the Spaniards, who had far less confidence in themselves by sea than on land, very speedily began to draw out of the fight. The venture and the Dutch craft had laid themselves alongside a large Spanish ship, and boarded her from both sides. Ned and Peters, followed by the English sailors, clambered on board near the stern, while the Dutch fishermen, most of whom were armed with heavy axes, boarded at the waist. The Spaniards fought but feebly, and no sooner did the men from the craft on the other side pour in and board her than they threw down their arms. Four other ships were taken, and the rest of the Spanish vessels spread their sails and made for Amsterdam, hotly pursued by the Dutch fleet. One huge Spanish vessel alone, the Inquisition, a name that was in itself an insult to the Dutch, and which was by far the largest and best manned vessel in the two fleets, disdained to fly. She was the Admiral's vessel, and Bosu, who was himself a native of the Netherlands, although deserted by his fleet, refused to fly before his puny opponents. The Spaniards in the ships captured had all been killed or fastened below, and under charge of small parties of the Dutch sailors the prizes sailed for Ankhausen. The ship captured by the Good Venture had been the last to strike her flag, and when she started under her prize crew there were three smaller Dutch ships besides the Good Venture on the scene of the late conflict. With a cheer, answered from boat to boat, the four vessels sailed towards the Inquisition. A well-directed broadside from the Spaniards cut away the masts out of one of them, and left her in a sinking condition. The other three got alongside and grappled with her. So high did she tower above them that her cannon were of no avail to her now, and locked closely together the sailors and soldiers fought as if on land. It was a life-and-death contest. Bosu and his men, clad in coats of mail, stood with sword and shield on the deck of the Inquisition to repel all attempts to board. The Dutch attacked with their favorite missiles, pitched hoops, boiling oil, and molten lead. Again and again they clambered up the lofty sides of the Inquisition, and gained a momentary footing on her deck, only to be hurled down again into their ships below. The fight began at three o'clock in the afternoon and lasted till darkness, but even this did not terminate it, and all night Spaniards and Dutchmen grappled in deadly conflict. All this time the vessels were drifting as the winds and tide took them, and at last grounded on a shoal called the Neck, near Wideness. Just as morning was breaking John Herring of Horn, the man who had kept a thousand at bay on the Daimar Dyke, and who now commanded one of the vessels, gained a footing on the deck of the Inquisition, unnoticed by the Spaniards, and hauled down her colors, but a moment later he fell dead, shot through the body. As soon as it was light the country people came off in boats and joined in the fight, relieving their compatriots by carrying their killed and wounded on shore. They brought fresh ammunition as well as men, and at eleven o'clock Admiral Bossu, seeing that further resistance was useless, and that his ship was aground on a hostile shore, his fleet dispersed and three-quarters of his soldiers and crew dead or disabled, struck his flag and surrendered with three hundred prisoners. He was landed at Horn, and his captors had great difficulty in preventing him from being torn to pieces by the populace in return for the treacherous massacre at Rotterdam, of which he had been the author. During the long fight Ned Martin behaved with great bravery, again and again he and Peters had led the borders, and it was only his morian and breast-piece that had saved him many times from death. He had been wounded several times, and was so breathless and hurt by his falls from the deck that at the end he could no longer even attempt to climb the sides of the Spanish vessel. Captain Martin was able to take no part in the melee. He had at the beginning of the fight taken up his post on the taff rail, and seated there had kept up a steady fire with a musket against the Spaniards as they showed themselves above. As soon as the fight was over the good venture sailed back to Enkhausen. Five of her own crew and thirty-eight of the volunteers on board her had been killed, and there was scarcely a man who was not more or less severely wounded. The English were received with tremendous acclamation by the citizens on their arrival in Porte, and a vote of thanks was passed to them at a meeting of the burgers in the town hall. Ned sailed round in the good venture to Delft, and again joined the Prince of Orange there, and was greatly commended for his conduct at Alkmar, which had been reported upon in the most favourable terms by Sonoy. On learning the share that the good venture had taken in the sea-fight, the Prince went on board and warmly thanked Captain Martin and the crew, and distributed a handsome present among the latter. Half an hour after the Prince returned to the palace he sent for Ned. Did you not say, he asked, that the lady who concealed you at Brussels was the Countess von Harp? Yes, Your Highness, you have no bad news of her, I hope. I am sorry to say that I have, the Prince replied. I have just received a letter brought me by a messenger from a friend at Maastricht. He tells me, among other matters, that the Countess and her daughter were arrested there two days since. They were passing through in disguise, and where it was supposed, making for Germany, when it chanced that the Countess was recognized by a man in the service of one of the magistrates. It seems he had been born on von Harp's estate, and knew the Countess well by sight. He at once denounced her, and she and her daughter and a woman they had with them were thrown into prison. I am truly sorry, for the Count was a great friend of mine, and I met his young wife many times in the happy days before these troubles began. Ned was greatly grieved when he heard of the danger to which the lady who had behaved so kindly to him was exposed, and an hour later he again went into the Prince's study. I have come in to ask, sir, if you will allow me to be absent for a time. Certainly, Captain Martin, the Prince replied, are you thinking of paying a visit to England? No, sir. I am going to try if I can do anything to get the Countess von Harp out of the hands of those who have captured her. But how are you going to do that, the Prince asked in surprise. It is one thing to slip out of the hands of Alva's minions, as you did at Brussels, but another thing altogether to get two women out of prison. That is so, Ned said, but I rely much, sir, upon the document which I took a year since from the body of von Harp's clerk, and which I have carefully preserved ever since. It bears the seal of the blood-council, and is an order to all magistrates to assist the bearer in all ways that he may require, with the aid of that document I may succeed in unlocking the doors of the prison. It is a bold enterprise, the Prince said, and may cost you your life. Still, I do not say it is impossible. I have also, Ned said, some orders for the arrest of prisoners. These are not sealed, but bear the signature of the President of the Council. I shall go to a scrivener, and shall get him to copy one of them exactly, making only the alteration that the persons of the Countess von Harp, her daughter, and servant are to be handed over to my charge for conveyance to Brussels. Alone, this document might be suspected, but fortified as I am by the other with the seal of the Council, it may pass without much notice. Yes, but you would be liable to detection by anyone who has known this man chenet. There is a certain risk of that, Ned replied, and if anyone who knew him well met me I should of course be detected. But that is unlikely. The man was about my height, although somewhat thinner. His principal mark was a most evil squint that he had, and that anyone who had once met him would be sure to remember, I must practice crossing my eyes in the same manner when I present my papers. The Prince smiled. Sometimes you seem to me a man, Martin, and then again you enter upon an undertaking with the lightheartedness of a boy. However, far be it from me to hinder your making the attempt. It is pleasant, though rare, to see people mindful of benefits bestowed upon them, and one is glad to see that gratitude is not altogether a lost virtue. Go, my lad, and may God aid you in your scheme. I will myself send for a scrivener at once and give him instructions. It may well be that he would refuse to draw up such a document as you require, merely on your order. Leave the order for arrest with me, and I will bid him get a facsimile made in all respects. You will require two or three trusty men with you to act as officials under your charge. I will give you a letter to my correspondent in Maastricht, begging him to provide some men on whom he can rely for this work. It would be difficult for you, a stranger in the town, to put your hand upon them. The next morning Ned, provided with the forged order of release, started on his journey. He was disguised as a peasant, and carried a suit of clothes similar in cut and fashion to those worn by Genet. He went first to Rotterdam, and Bering West crossed the river Lek, and then struck the vol at Gorikin, and there hired a boat and proceeded up the river to Nimogen. He then walked across to Grave, and again taking boat proceeded up the maz, passed Venlo and Rormand to Maastricht. He landed a few miles above the town, and changed his peasant clothes for the suit he carried with him. At a farmhouse he succeeded in buying a horse saddle and bridle. The animal was but a poor one, but it was sufficiently good for his purpose, as he wanted it not for speed, but only to enable him to enter the city on horseback. Maastricht was a strongly fortified city, and on entering its gates Ned was requested to show his papers. He at once produced the document bearing the seal of the council. This was amply sufficient, and he soon took up his quarters at an inn. His first step was to find the person for whom he bore the letter from the prince. The gentleman, who was a wealthy merchant, after reading the missive and learning from Ned the manner in which he could assist him, at once promised to do so. You require three men, you say, dressed as officials in the employment of the council? The dress is easy enough, for they bear no special badge or cognizance, although generally they are attired in dark green doublets and trunks and red hoes. There will be no difficulty as to the men themselves. The majority of the townsmen are warmly affected to the patriotic cause, and there are many who are at heart protestants, though, like myself, obliged to abstain from making open confession of their faith. At any rate I have three men at least upon whom I can absolutely rely. Their duty, you say, will be simply to accompany you to the prison and to ride with these ladies until beyond the gates. They must, of course, be mounted, and must each have pillions for the carriage of the prisoners behind them. Once well away from the town they will scatter, leave their horses at places I shall appoint, change their clothes, and return into the city. What do you mean to do with the ladies when you have got them free? I do not know what their plans will be or where they will wish to go, Ned said. I should propose to have a vehicle with a pair of horses awaiting them two miles outside the town. I should say that a country cart would be least likely to excite suspicion. I would have three peasant's dresses there with it. I do not know that I can make further provision for their flight, as I cannot say whether they will make for the coast or try to continue their journey across the frontier. You can leave these matters to me, the merchant said. The cart and disguises shall be at the appointed spot whenever you let me know the hour at which you will be there. You must give me until noon to-morrow to make all the arrangements. Very well, sir, Ned said. I am greatly obliged to you, and the Prince, who is a personal friend of the Countess, will, I am sure, be greatly pleased when he hears how warmly you have entered into the plans for aiding her escape. I will present myself to the magistrates to-morrow at noon, and obtain from them the order upon the Governor of the prison to hand the ladies over to me. If I should succeed I will go straight back to my inn. If you will place someone near the door there to see if I enter, which, if I succeed, will be at about one o'clock, he can bring you the news. I will have my horse brought round at two, and at that hour your men can ride up and join me, and I will proceed with them straight to the prison. CHAPTER XVII At twelve o'clock on the following day Ned went to the town hall, and, on stating that he was the bearer of an order from the Council, was at once shown into the chamber in which three of the magistrates were sitting. I am the bearer of an order from the Council for the delivery to me of the persons of the Countess von Harp, her daughter, and the woman arrested in company with them for conveyance to Brussels, there to answer the charges against them. This is the order of the Council with their seal, ordering all magistrates to render assistance to me as one of their servants. This is the special order for the handing over to me of the prisoners named. The magistrates took the first order, glanced at it and at the seal, and perfectly satisfied with this, gave a casual glance at that for the transferring of the prisoners. I think you were about a year since with Councilor von Harp, one of the magistrates said, Ned Bowd, by the way, did I not hear that you were missing, or that some misfortune had befallen you some months since? I have a vague recollection of doing so. Yes, I was sorely maltreated by a band of robber peasants who left me for dead, but as you see I am now completely recovered. I suppose you have some men with you to escort the prisoners, one of the magistrates asked. Assuredly, Ned replied, I have with me three men, behind whom the women will ride. The magistrates counter-signed the order upon the Governor of the prison to hand over the three prisoners, and gave it with the letter of the Council to Ned. He bowed and retired. I should not have remembered him again, the magistrate who had been the chief-speaker said after he had left the room, had it not been for that villainous cast in his eyes. I remember noticing it when he was here last time, and wondered that Van Arks should like to have a man whose eyes were so cross-ways about him, otherwise I do not recall the face at all, which is not surprising seeing that I only saw him for a minute or two, and noticed nothing but that abominable squint of his. Ned walked back to his inn, ordered his horse to be saddled at two o'clock, and partook of a hearty meal. Then paying his reckoning he went out and mounted his horse. As he did so, three men in green doublets and red hose rode up and took their places behind him. On arriving at the prison he dismounted, and handing his horse to one of his followers entered. I have an order from the Council counter-signed by the magistrates here for the delivery to me of three prisoners. The warder showed him into a room. The Governor is ill, he said, and confined to his bed, but I will take the order to him. Ned was pleased with the news, for he thought it likely that Genet might have been there before on similar errands, and his person be known to the Governor. In ten minutes the warder returned. The prisoners are without, he said, and ready to depart. Pulling his bonnet well down over his eyes, Ned went out into the courtyard. You are to accompany me to Brussels, Countess, he said, gruffly. Horses are waiting for you without. The Countess did not even glance at the official who had thus come to convey her to what was, in all probability, death, but followed through the gate into the street. The men backed their horses up to the block of stone used for mounting. Ned assisted the females to the pillions, and when they were seated mounted his own horse, and led the way down the street. Many of the people as they passed along groaned or hooted, for the feeling in Maastricht was strongly in favour of the Patriot side, a feeling for which they were some years later to be punished by almost total destruction of the city, and the slaughter of the greater portion of its inhabitants. Ned paid no attention to these demonstrations, but quickening his horse into a trot road along the street and out of the gate of the city. As the road was a frequented one, he maintained his place at the head of the party until they had left the city nearly two miles behind them. On arriving at a small cross-road one of the men said, "'This is the way, sir. It is up this road that the cart is waiting.' Ned now reigned back his horse to the side of that on which the Countess was riding. "'Countess?' he said, "'Have you forgotten the English lad you aided a year ago in Brussels?' The Countess started. "'I recognise you now, sir,' she said coldly, "'and little did I think at that time that I should next see you as an officer of the Council of Blood.'" Ned smiled. "'Your mistake is a natural one, Countess, but in point of fact I am still in the service of the Prince of Orange, and have only assumed this garb as a means of getting you and your daughter out of the hands of those murderers. I am happy to say that you are free to go where you will. These good fellows are like myself disguised and are at your service. In a few minutes we shall come to a cart which will take you wheresoever you like to go, and there are disguises similar to those with which you once fitted me out in readiness for you there. The surprise of the Countess for a moment kept her silent, but Gertrude, who had overheard what was said, burst into exclamations of delight. "'Pardon me for having doubted you,' the Countess exclaimed, much affected. No pardon is required, Countess, seeing that the prison authorities handed you over to me. You could not but have supposed that I was, as I seemed, in the service of the Council. Just at this moment they came upon a cart drawn up by the roadside. Ned assisted the Countess and her daughter to a light, and while he was rendering similar assistance to the old servant, mother and daughter threw themselves into each other's arms, and wept with delight at this unexpected delivery that had befallen them. It was some time before they were sufficiently recovered to speak. "'But how do you come here?' the Countess asked, Ned, and how have you affected this miracle?' Ned briefly related how he had heard of their captivity, and the manner in which he had been enabled to affect their escape. "'And now, Countess,' he said, the day is wearing on, and it is necessary that you should at once decide upon your plans. Will you again try to make to the German frontier, or to the sea- coast, or remain in hiding here?' "'We cannot make for Germany without again crossing the Mars,' the Countess said, and it is a long way to the sea-coast. What say you, Magdalen?' "'I think,' the old woman said, that you had best carry out the advice I gave you before. It is a little more than twelve miles from here to the village, where, as I told you, I have relations living. We can hire a house there, and there is no chance of your being recognised. I can send a boy thence to Brussels to fetch the jewels and the money you left in charge of your friend the Countess there.' "'That will certainly be the best way, Magdalen. We can wait there until either there is some change in the state of affairs, or until we can find some safe way of escape. It is fortunate indeed that I left my jewels in Brussels instead of taking them with me as I had at first intended. It will hardly be necessary, will it?' she asked Ned, to put on the disguises, for nothing in the world can be simpler than our dresses at present. You had certainly best put the peasant cloaks and caps on. Inquiries are sure to be made all through the country when they find that Maastricht how they have been tricked. Three peasant women in a cart will attract no attention whatever, even in passing through villages, but dressed as you are now, someone might notice you and recall it if inquiries were made. The three men who had aided in the scheme had ridden off as soon as the cart was reached, and Ned, being anxious that the party should be upon their way, and desirous too of avoiding the expressions of gratitude of the three women, hurried them into the cart. It was not necessary for them to change their garments, as the peasant's cloaks completely enveloped them, and the high-head dresses quite changed their appearance. Do not forget, Countess, I hope some day to see you in England, Ned said as they took their seats. I will not forget, the Countess said, and only wished that at present I was on my way thither. After a warm farewell, and seeing the cart fairly on its way, Ned mounted his horse and rode north-west. He slept that night at Herentos, and on the following night at Bois-les-Duc. Here he sold his horse for a few crowns, and taking boat proceeded down the Dommel into the Maas, and then on to Rotterdam. On his arrival at Delft he was heartily welcomed by the Prince, who was greatly pleased to hear that he had, without any accident or hitch, carried out successfully the plan he had proposed to himself. Three weeks later the Prince heard from his correspondent at Maastricht. The letter was cautiously worded, as were all those interchanged, lest it should fall into the hands of the Spanish. There has been some excitement here. A week since a messenger arrived from Brussels with orders that three female prisoners confined here should be sent at once to Brussels. But curiously enough it was found that the three prisoners in question had been handed over upon the receipt of a previous order. This is now pronounced to be a forgery, and it is evident that the authorities have been tricked. There has been much search and inquiry, but no clue whatever has been obtained as to the direction taken by the fugitives, or concerning those engaged in this impudent adventure. Alva's reign of terror and cruelty was now drawing to an end. His successor was on his way out, and the last days of his administration were embittered by his failure of his plans, the retreat of his army from before Alkmaar, and the naval defeat from the Zeitersie. But he continued his cruelties to the end. Massacres on a grand scale were soon carried on, and a nobleman named Uttanhove, who had been taken prisoner, was condemned to be roasted to death before a slow fire, and was accordingly fastened by a chain to a stake around which a huge fire was kindled. He suffered in slow torture a long time until dispatched by the executioner with a spear, a piece of humanity that greatly angered the duke. Alva had contracted an enormous amount of debt, both public and private, in Amsterdam, and now caused a proclamation to be issued that all persons having demands upon him were to present their claims on a certain day. On the previous night he and his train noiselessly took their departure. The heavy debts remained unpaid, and many opulent families were reduced to beggary. Such was the result of the confidence of the people of Amsterdam in the honour of their tyrant. On the seventeenth of November, Don Louis de Requisane, grand commander of Santiago, Alva's successor, arrived in Brussels, and on the eighteenth of December the duke of Alva left. He is said to have boasted on his way home that he had caused eighteen thousand inhabitants of the provinces to be executed during the period of his government. This was, however, a mere nothing to the number who had perished in battle, siege, starvation, and massacre. After the departure of their tyrant the people of the Netherlands breathed more freely, for they hoped that under their new governor there would be a remission in the terrible agony they had suffered, and for a time his proclamations were of a conciliatory nature. But it was soon seen that there was no change in policy. Peace was to be given only on the condition of all Protestants recanting or leaving their country. The first military effort of the new governor was to endeavour to relieve the city of Middelburg, the capital of the island of Valkyren, which had long been besieged by the Protestants. Mondragon the governor was sorely pressed by famine, and could hold out but little longer, unless rescue came. The importance of the city was felt by both parties. Rikwizen himself went up to Bergenauk Zoom, where seventy-five ships were collected under the command, nominally, of Admiral de Gleen, but really under that of Julian Romero, while another fleet of thirty ships was assembled at Antwerp under de Avila, and moved down towards Flushing, there to await the arrival of that of Romero. Upon the other hand the Prince of Orange collected a powerful fleet under the command of Admiral Boiseau, and himself paid a visit to the ships, and assembling the officers roused them to enthusiasm by a stirring address. On the twentieth of January the good venture again entered the port of Delft, and hearing that the battle was expected in a few days Captain Martin determined to take part in it. As soon as he had unloaded his cargo he called the crew together and informed them of his determination, but said that as this was no quarrel of theirs any who chose could remain on shore until his return. But Englishmen felt that the cause of Holland was their own, and not a single man on board availed himself of this permission. Ned informed the Prince of Orange of his father's intention, and asked Gleave to accompany him. "'Assuredly you may go if you please,' the Prince said, "'but I fear that sooner or later the fortune of war will deprive me of you, and I should miss you much. Moreover almost every sailor in port is already in one or other of Wasso's ships, and I fear that with your weak crew you would have little chance if engaged with one of these Spanish ships full of men. "'We have enough to work our cannons, sir,' Ned said. "'Besides, I think we may be able to beat up some volunteers. There are many English ships in port waiting for cargos, which come in but slowly, and I doubt not that some of them will gladly strike a blow against the Spaniards. Ned and Peters accordingly went round among the English vessels, and in the course of two hours had collected a hundred volunteers. In those days every Englishman regarded a Spaniard as a natural enemy. Drake and Hawkins, and other valiant captains, were warring fiercely against them in the Indian seas, and officers and men in the ships in Delft were alike eager to join in the forthcoming struggle against them. The good venture had, flying the Dutch flag, joined Wasso's fleet at Rommersveil, a few miles below Bergen, on the 27th of January, and when the Hollanders became aware of the nationality of the vessel which had just joined them they welcomed them with tremendous cheers. Two days later the fleet of Romero were seen coming down the river in three divisions. When the first of the Spanish ships came near they delivered a broadside which did considerable execution among the Dutch fleet. There was no time for further cannonading. A few minutes later the fleets met in the narrow channel and the ships grappling with each other a hand-to-hand struggle began. The fighting was of the most desperate character. No quarter was asked or given on either side, and men fought with fury hand-to-hand upon decks slippery with blood. But the combat did not last long. The Spaniards had little confidence in themselves on board ship. Their discipline was now of little advantage to them, and the savage fury with which the Zealander's fought shook their courage. Fifteen ships were speedily captured and twelve hundred Spaniards slain, and the remainder of the fleet, which, on account of the narrowness of the passage, had not been able to come into action, retreated to Bergen. Romero himself, whose ship had grounded, sprang out of a porthole and swam ashore, and landed at the very feet of the Grand Commander, who had been standing all day upon the dyke in the midst of a pouring rain, only to be a witness of the total defeat of his fleet, Mondragon now capitulated, receiving honourable conditions. The troops were allowed to leave the place with their arms, ammunition, and personal property, and Mondragon engaged himself to procure the release of Sante Alagonde and four other prisoners of rank, or to return and give himself up as a prisoner of war. Requisen, however, neither granted the release of the prisoners, or permitted Mondragon to return. It was well for these prisoners that Bosu was in the hands of the Prince, and it not been for this they would have all been put to death. With the fall of Middelburg the Dutch and Zeelanders remained masters of the entire line of sea coast, but on land the situation was still perilous, Leiden was closely invested, and all communications by land between the various cities suspended. The sole hope that remained was in the army raised by Count Louis. He had raised three thousand cavalry and six thousand infantry, and, accompanied by the Prince's other two brothers, crossed the Rhine in a snowstorm and marched towards Maastricht. The Prince of Orange had on his part with the greatest difficulty raised six thousand infantry, and wrote to Count Louis to move to join him in the Isle of Bommel after he had reduced Maastricht, but the expedition, like those before it, was destined to failure. A thousand men deserted, seven hundred more were killed in a night surprise, and the rest were mutinous for their pay. Finally Count Louis found himself confronted by a force somewhat inferior in numbers to his own. But the Spanish infantry were well disciplined and obedient, those of Louis were mercenaries and discontented, and although at first his cavalry gained an advantage it was a short one, and after a fierce action his army was entirely defeated. Count Louis, finding that the day was lost, gathered a little band of troopers, and with his brother, Count Henry and Christopher, son of the Elector Palatine, charged into the midst of the enemy. They were never heard of more. The battle terminated in a horrible butchery. At least four thousand men were either killed in the field, suffocated in the marshes, drowned in the river, or burned in the farmhouses in which they had taken refuge. Count Louis and his brother and friend probably fell on the field, but stripped of their clothing, disfigured by wounds and the trampling of horses, their bodies were never recognized. The defeat of the army and the death of his two brave brothers was a terrible blow to the Prince of Orange. He was indeed paying dear for his devotion to his country. His splendid fortune had been entirely spent, his life had been one of incessant toil and anxiety, his life had been several times threatened with assassination, he had seen his every plan thwarted. Save on the sandy slip of coast by the ocean, the whole of the Netherlands was still prostrate beneath the foot of the Spaniard, and now he had lost two of his brothers. England and France had alternately encouraged and stood aloof from him, and after all these efforts and sacrifices the prospects of ultimate success were gloomy in the extreme. Fortunately the Spaniards were not able to take full advantage of their victory over the army of Count Louis. They differed from the German mercenaries in as much as that while the latter mutinied before they fought, the Spaniards fought first and mutinied afterwards, having won a great battle they now proceeded to defy their generals. Three years' pay were due to them, and they took the steps that they had always adopted upon these occasions. A commander called the Eletto was chosen by acclamation, a board of councillors was appointed to assist and control him, while the councillors were narrowly watched by the soldiers. They crossed the maz and marched to Antwerp. The Grand Commander hastened there to meet them, and when they arrived in perfect military order he appeared before them on horseback and made them an oration, promising that their demands should be satisfied. The soldiers simply replied, We want money, not words! Rick Wizann consulted the city council and demanded four hundred thousand crowns to satisfy the troops. The citizens hesitated at providing so enormous an amount, knowing by past experience that it would never be repaid. The soldiers, however, employed their usual methods. They quartered themselves upon the houses of the citizens, and insisted upon being supplied with rich food, wine, and luxuries of all kinds, and in a week or two the burgers saw that they must either pay or be ruined. An offer was accordingly made of ten months arrears in cash, five months in silks and woolen cloths, and the rest in promises to be fulfilled within a few days. The Eletto declared that he considered the terms satisfactory, whereupon the troops at once deposed him and elected another. Corousing and merrymaking went on at the expense of the citizens, and after suffering for some weeks from the extortions and annoyance of the soldiers, the four hundred thousand crowns demanded by Rick Wizann were paid over, and the soldiers received all their pay due, either in money or goods. A great banquet was held by the whole mass of soldiery, and there was a scene of furious revelry. The soldiers arrayed themselves in costumes cut from the materials they had just received. Broad cloths, silks, satins, and gold embroidered brocades were hung in fantastic drapery over their ragged garments, and when the banquet was finished gambling began. But when they were in the midst of their revelry the sound of canon was heard. Poiseaux had sailed up the skelter to attack the fleet of D'Avila, which had hastened up to Antwerp for refuge after the defeat of Romero. There was a short and sharp action, and fourteen of the Spanish ships were burnt or sunk. The soldiers swarmed down to the dike and opened a fire of musketry upon the Dutch. They were, however, too far off to affect any damage, and Poiseaux, with a few parting broadsides, sailed triumphantly down the river, having again struck a heavy blow at the naval power of Spain. The siege of Leiden had been raised when Count Louis crossed the Rhine, the troops being called in from all parts to oppose his progress. The Prince of Orange urged upon the citizens to lose no time in preparing themselves for a second siege, to strengthen their walls and, above all, to lay in stores of provisions. But as ever the Dutch Burgers, although ready to fight and to suffer when the pinch came, were slow and apathetic unless in the face of necessity, and in spite of the orders and entreaties of the Prince, nothing whatever was done, and the Spaniards when they returned before the city on the 26th of May, after two months' absence, found the town as unprepared for resistance as it had been at their first coming, and that the citizens had not even taken the trouble to destroy the forts that they had raised round it. Leiden stood in the midst of broad and fruitful pastures reclaimed from the sea, around were numerous villages, with blooming gardens and rich orchards, innumerable canals cut up the country, and entering the city formed its streets. These canals were shaded with trees crossed by a hundred and forty-five bridges. On an artificial elevation in the center of the city rose a ruined tower of great antiquity, assigned either to the Saxons before they crossed to England, or with greater probability to the Romans. The force which now appeared before the town consisted of eight thousand Walloons and Germans commanded by Valdez. They lost no time in taking possession of the Hague, and all the villages and forts round Leiden. Five hundred English volunteers under command of Colonel Chester abandoned the fort of Valkenburg which had been entrusted to them and fled towards Leiden. Not as yet had the English soldiers learnt to stand before the Spaniards, but the time was ere long to come when, having acquired confidence in themselves, they were to prove themselves more than a match for the veterans of Spain. The people of Leiden refused to open their gates to the fugitives, and they surrendered to Valdez. As at that moment a mission was on the point of starting from Requisent to Queen Elizabeth, the lives of the prisoners were spared, and they were sent back to England.