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Updated: June 13, 2025
As Foy walked down the street with his quick and nautical gait, it was evident that even the solemn and dreadful scene which he had just experienced had not altogether quenched his cheery and hopeful spirit. Yet of all those who listened to the exhortation of the saint-like Arentz, none had laid its burden of faith and carelessness for the future to heart more entirely than Foy van Goorl.
Lastly, I have the lie given to me, and without reproach, by my brother, who, were he not my brother, should answer for it at the sword's point." "Oh! Adrian, Adrian," broke in Foy, "don't be a fool; stop before you say something you will be sorry for." "That isn't all," went on Adrian, taking no heed. "Whom do I find at this table? The worthy Heer Arentz, a minister of the New Religion.
As Martin explained to the poor woman afterwards, it was no fault of his, since in order to reach her waist he must have carried her under his arm. Foy and his companion chatted merrily enough, if in a somewhat jerky fashion, but Martin attempted no talk. Only as he proceeded he was heard to mutter between his teeth, "Lucky the Pastor Arentz can't see us now.
O people, do with that devil also as God shall teach you. "And the fourth, Hague Simon the spy, the man whose hands for years have smoked with innocent blood; Simon the Butcher Simon the false witness " "Enough, enough!" roared the crowd. "A rope, a rope; up with him to the arm of the Rood." "My friends," cried Arentz, "let the man go. Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, and I will repay."
O Lord, protect my dear master and mistress, and let the former learn that we have made an end of which he would approve, but if may be, hide it from the Paster Arentz, who might think that we ought to surrender. That is all I have to say. Amen." Then Foy did his own praying, and it was hearty enough, but we need scarcely stop to set down its substance.
Then at his bidding every member of that little congregation knelt in prayer for the passing spirit of Andreas Jansen. Again Arentz looked through the window. "He dies!" he cried; "a soldier has thrust him through with a pike in mercy, his head falls forward. Oh! God, if it be Thy will, grant to us a sign."
"Whatever my cousin Foy may think, Heer Adrian," broke in Elsa anxiously, "I am sure I thank God who sent so brave a gentleman to help us. Yes, yes, I mean it, for it makes me sick to remember what might have happened if you had not rushed at those wicked men like like " "Like David on the Philistines," suggested Foy. "You should study your Bible, lad," put in Arentz with a grave smile.
Your treacherous rival oh! what fraud and deceit are hidden beneath that homely countenance has been well advised, by whom I know not, though I suspect one, a certain practitioner of the Black Magic, named Arentz " "Ah!" ejaculated Adrian. "I see you know the man. Beware of him. He is, indeed, a wolf in sheep's clothing, who wraps his devilish incantations in a cloak of seditious doctrine.
Then it was gone, but to every soul in this room the vision of that cross had brought its message; to each a separate message, an individual inspiration, for in the light of it they read strange lessons of life and death. The cross vanished and there was silence. "Brethren," said the voice of Arentz, speaking in the darkness, "you have seen.
"Yes, indeed," answered Lysbeth, as she put her arms about her and embraced her, saying, "welcome, child, though," she added, glancing at her, "you should no longer be called child who have grown into so fair a maid. But look, here is the Pastor Arentz, of whom you may have heard, for he is the friend of your father and of us all."
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