1As the fair Rosa, with foreboding doubt, had foretold, so it happened. Whilst John de Witt was climbing the narrow winding stairs which led to the prison of his brother Cornelius, the burghers did their best to have the troop of Tilly, which was in their way, removed.

2Seeing this disposition, King Mob, who fully appreciated the laudable intentions of his own beloved militia, shouted most lustily,—

3“Hurrah for the burghers!”

4As to Count Tilly, who was as prudent as he was firm, he began to parley with the burghers, under the protection of the cocked pistols of his dragoons, explaining to the valiant townsmen, that his order from the States commanded him to guard the prison and its approaches with three companies.

5“Wherefore such an order? Why guard the prison?” cried the Orangists.

6“Stop,” replied the Count, “there you at once ask me more than I can tell you. I was told, ‘Guard the prison,’ and I guard it. You, gentlemen, who are almost military men yourselves, you are aware that an order must never be gainsaid.”

7“But this order has been given to you that the traitors may be enabled to leave the town.”

8“Very possibly, as the traitors are condemned to exile,” replied Tilly.

9“But who has given this order?”

10“The States, to be sure!”

11“The States are traitors.”

12“I don’t know anything about that!”

13“And you are a traitor yourself!”

14“I?”

15“Yes, you.”

16“Well, as to that, let us understand each other gentlemen. Whom should I betray? The States? Why, I cannot betray them, whilst, being in their pay, I faithfully obey their orders.”

17As the Count was so indisputably in the right that it was impossible to argue against him, the mob answered only by redoubled clamour and horrible threats, to which the Count opposed the most perfect urbanity.

18“Gentlemen,” he said, “uncock your muskets, one of them may go off by accident; and if the shot chanced to wound one of my men, we should knock over a couple of hundreds of yours, for which we should, indeed, be very sorry, but you even more so; especially as such a thing is neither contemplated by you nor by myself.”

19“If you did that,” cried the burghers, “we should have a pop at you, too.”

20“Of course you would; but suppose you killed every man Jack of us, those whom we should have killed would not, for all that, be less dead.”

21“Then leave the place to us, and you will perform the part of a good citizen.”

22“First of all,” said the Count, “I am not a citizen, but an officer, which is a very different thing; and secondly, I am not a Hollander, but a Frenchman, which is more different still. I have to do with no one but the States, by whom I am paid; let me see an order from them to leave the place to you, and I shall only be too glad to wheel off in an instant, as I am confoundedly bored here.”

23“Yes, yes!” cried a hundred voices; the din of which was immediately swelled by five hundred others; “let us march to the Town-hall; let us go and see the deputies! Come along! come along!”

24“That’s it,” Tilly muttered between his teeth, as he saw the most violent among the crowd turning away; “go and ask for a meanness at the Town-hall, and you will see whether they will grant it; go, my fine fellows, go!”

25The worthy officer relied on the honour of the magistrates, who, on their side, relied on his honour as a soldier.

26“I say, Captain,” the first lieutenant whispered into the ear of the Count, “I hope the deputies will give these madmen a flat refusal; but, after all, it would do no harm if they would send us some reinforcement.”

27In the meanwhile, John de Witt, whom we left climbing the stairs, after the conversation with the jailer Gryphus and his daughter Rosa, had reached the door of the cell, where on a mattress his brother Cornelius was resting, after having undergone the preparatory degrees of the torture. The sentence of banishment having been pronounced, there was no occasion for inflicting the torture extraordinary.

28Cornelius was stretched on his couch, with broken wrists and crushed fingers. He had not confessed a crime of which he was not guilty; and now, after three days of agony, he once more breathed freely, on being informed that the judges, from whom he had expected death, were only condemning him to exile.

29Endowed with an iron frame and a stout heart, how would he have disappointed his enemies if they could only have seen, in the dark cell of the Buytenhof, his pale face lit up by the smile of the martyr, who forgets the dross of this earth after having obtained a glimpse of the bright glory of heaven.

30The warden, indeed, had already recovered his full strength, much more owing to the force of his own strong will than to actual aid; and he was calculating how long the formalities of the law would still detain him in prison.

31This was just at the very moment when the mingled shouts of the burgher guard and of the mob were raging against the two brothers, and threatening Captain Tilly, who served as a rampart to them. This noise, which roared outside of the walls of the prison, as the surf dashing against the rocks, now reached the ears of the prisoner.

32But, threatening as it sounded, Cornelius appeared not to deem it worth his while to inquire after its cause; nor did he get up to look out of the narrow grated window, which gave access to the light and to the noise of the world without.

33He was so absorbed in his never-ceasing pain that it had almost become a habit with him. He felt with such delight the bonds which connected his immortal being with his perishable frame gradually loosening, that it seemed to him as if his spirit, freed from the trammels of the body, were hovering above it, like the expiring flame which rises from the half-extinguished embers.

34He also thought of his brother; and whilst the latter was thus vividly present to his mind the door opened, and John entered, hurrying to the bedside of the prisoner, who stretched out his broken limbs and his hands tied up in bandages towards that glorious brother, whom he now excelled, not in services rendered to the country, but in the hatred which the Dutch bore him.

35John tenderly kissed his brother on the forehead, and put his sore hands gently back on the mattress.

36“Cornelius, my poor brother, you are suffering great pain, are you not?”

37“I am suffering no longer, since I see you, my brother.”

38“Oh, my poor dear Cornelius! I feel most wretched to see you in such a state.”

39“And, indeed, I have thought more of you than of myself; and whilst they were torturing me, I never thought of uttering a complaint, except once, to say, ‘Poor brother!’ But now that you are here, let us forget all. You are coming to take me away, are you not?”

40“I am.”

41“I am quite healed; help me to get up, and you shall see how I can walk.”

42“You will not have to walk far, as I have my coach near the pond, behind Tilly’s dragoons.”

43“Tilly’s dragoons! What are they near the pond for?”

44“Well,” said the Grand Pensionary with a melancholy smile which was habitual to him, “the gentlemen at the Town-hall expect that the people at the Hague would like to see you depart, and there is some apprehension of a tumult.”

45“Of a tumult?” replied Cornelius, fixing his eyes on his perplexed brother; “a tumult?”

46“Yes, Cornelius.”

47“Oh! that’s what I heard just now,” said the prisoner, as if speaking to himself. Then, turning to his brother, he continued,—

48“Are there many persons down before the prison.”

49“Yes, my brother, there are.”

50“But then, to come here to me——”

51“Well?”

52“How is it that they have allowed you to pass?”

53“You know well that we are not very popular, Cornelius,” said the Grand Pensionary, with gloomy bitterness. “I have made my way through all sorts of bystreets and alleys.”

54“You hid yourself, John?”

55“I wished to reach you without loss of time, and I did what people will do in politics, or on the sea when the wind is against them,—I tacked.”

56At this moment the noise in the square below was heard to roar with increasing fury. Tilly was parleying with the burghers.

57“Well, well,” said Cornelius, “you are a very skilful pilot, John; but I doubt whether you will as safely guide your brother out of the Buytenhof in the midst of this gale, and through the raging surf of popular hatred, as you did the fleet of Van Tromp past the shoals of the Scheldt to Antwerp.”

58“With the help of God, Cornelius, we’ll at least try,” answered John; “but, first of all, a word with you.”

59“Speak!”

60The shouts began anew.

61“Hark, hark!” continued Cornelius, “how angry those people are! Is it against you, or against me?”

62“I should say it is against us both, Cornelius. I told you, my dear brother, that the Orange party, while assailing us with their absurd calumnies, have also made it a reproach against us that we have negotiated with France.”

63“What blockheads they are!”

64“But, indeed, they reproach us with it.”

65“And yet, if these negotiations had been successful, they would have prevented the defeats of Rees, Orsay, Wesel, and Rheinberg; the Rhine would not have been crossed, and Holland might still consider herself invincible in the midst of her marshes and canals.”

66“All this is quite true, my dear Cornelius, but still more certain it is, that if at this moment our correspondence with the Marquis de Louvois were discovered, skilful pilot as I am, I should not be able to save the frail barque which is to carry the brothers De Witt and their fortunes out of Holland. That correspondence, which might prove to honest people how dearly I love my country, and what sacrifices I have offered to make for its liberty and glory, would be ruin to us if it fell into the hands of the Orange party. I hope you have burned the letters before you left Dort to join me at the Hague.”

67“My dear brother,” Cornelius answered, “your correspondence with M. de Louvois affords ample proof of your having been of late the greatest, most generous, and most able citizen of the Seven United Provinces. I rejoice in the glory of my country; and particularly do I rejoice in your glory, John. I have taken good care not to burn that correspondence.”

68“Then we are lost, as far as this life is concerned,” quietly said the Grand Pensionary, approaching the window.

69“No, on the contrary, John, we shall at the same time save our lives and regain our popularity.”

70“But what have you done with these letters?”

71“I have intrusted them to the care of Cornelius van Baerle, my godson, whom you know, and who lives at Dort.”

72“Poor honest Van Baerle! who knows so much, and yet thinks of nothing but of flowers and of God who made them. You have intrusted him with this fatal secret; it will be his ruin, poor soul!”

73“His ruin?”

74“Yes, for he will either be strong or he will be weak. If he is strong, he will, when he hears of what has happened to us, boast of our acquaintance; if he is weak, he will be afraid on account of his connection with us: if he is strong, he will betray the secret by his boldness; if he is weak, he will allow it to be forced from him. In either case he is lost, and so are we. Let us, therefore, fly, fly, as long as there is still time.”

75Cornelius de Witt, raising himself on his couch, and grasping the hand of his brother, who shuddered at the touch of his linen bandages, replied,—

76“Do not I know my godson? have not I been enabled to read every thought in Van Baerle’s mind, and every sentiment in his heart? You ask whether he is strong or weak. He is neither the one nor the other; but that is not now the question. The principal point is, that he is sure not to divulge the secret, for the very good reason that he does not know it himself.”

77John turned round in surprise.

78“You must know, my dear brother, that I have been trained in the school of that distinguished politician John de Witt; and I repeat to you, that Van Baerle is not aware of the nature and importance of the deposit which I have intrusted to him.”

79“Quick then,” cried John, “as there is still time, let us convey to him directions to burn the parcel.”

80“Through whom?”

81“Through my servant Craeke, who was to have accompanied us on horseback, and who has entered the prison with me, to assist you downstairs.”

82“Consider well before having those precious documents burnt, John!”

83“I consider, above all things, that the brothers De Witt must necessarily save their lives, to be able to save their character. If we are dead, who will defend us? Who will have fully understood our intentions?”

84“You expect, then, that they would kill us if those papers were found?”

85John, without answering, pointed with his hand to the square, whence, at that very moment, fierce shouts and savage yells made themselves heard.

86“Yes, yes,” said Cornelius, “I hear these shouts very plainly, but what is their meaning?”

87John opened the window.

88“Death to the traitors!” howled the populace.

89“Do you hear now, Cornelius?”

90“To the traitors! that means us!” said the prisoner, raising his eyes to heaven and shrugging his shoulders.

91“Yes, it means us,” repeated John.

92“Where is Craeke?”

93“At the door of your cell, I suppose.”

94“Let him enter then.”

95John opened the door; the faithful servant was waiting on the threshold.

96“Come in, Craeke, and mind well what my brother will tell you.”

97“No, John; it will not suffice to send a verbal message; unfortunately, I shall be obliged to write.”

98“And why that?”

99“Because Van Baerle will neither give up the parcel nor burn it without a special command to do so.”

100“But will you be able to write, poor old fellow?” John asked, with a look on the scorched and bruised hands of the unfortunate sufferer.

101“If I had pen and ink you would soon see,” said Cornelius.

102“Here is a pencil, at any rate.”

103“Have you any paper? for they have left me nothing.”

104“Here, take this Bible, and tear out the fly-leaf.”

105“Very well, that will do.”

106“But your writing will be illegible.”

107“Just leave me alone for that,” said Cornelius. “The executioners have indeed pinched me badly enough, but my hand will not tremble once in tracing the few lines which are requisite.”

108And really Cornelius took the pencil and began to write, when through the white linen bandages drops of blood oozed out which the pressure of the fingers against the pencil squeezed from the raw flesh.

109A cold sweat stood on the brow of the Grand Pensionary.

110Cornelius wrote:—

111“My dear Godson,—

112“Burn the parcel which I have intrusted to you. Burn it without looking at it, and without opening it, so that its contents may for ever remain unknown to yourself. Secrets of this description are death to those with whom they are deposited. Burn it, and you will have saved John and Cornelius de Witt.

113“Farewell, and love me.

114“Cornelius de Witt

115“August 20th, 1672.”

116John, with tears in his eyes, wiped off a drop of the noble blood which had soiled the leaf, and, after having handed the despatch to Craeke with a last direction, returned to Cornelius, who seemed overcome by intense pain, and near fainting.

117“Now,” said he, “when honest Craeke sounds his coxswain’s whistle, it will be a signal of his being clear of the crowd, and of his having reached the other side of the pond. And then it will be our turn to depart.”

118Five minutes had not elapsed, before a long and shrill whistle was heard through the din and noise of the square of the Buytenhof.

119John gratefully raised his eyes to heaven.

120“And now,” said he, “let us off, Cornelius.”