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Van Hout's manly features quickly smoothed and, clasping the burgomaster's right hand in both his, he said joyously: "Thanks, Herr Peter. And no offence; you know my hot temper. If the time seems long to your young wife, send her to mine." "And mine," added Dousa.
The young nobleman to-day wore armor and gorget, and looked far more like a soldier than a scientist or poet. He had sought Peter in vain at the town-hall, and hoped to find him at home. One of the messengers sent to the Prince had returned from Dortrecht with a letter, which conferred on Dousa the office made vacant by Allertssohn's death.
Because he is fond of Spain, and I cling to the Netherlands." "We are Netherlanders as well as you," replied Nicolas with glowing cheeks. "Scarcely," answered Dousa calmly, putting his hand up to his thin chin, and intending to add a kinder word to the sharp one, when the youth vehemently exclaimed: "Take back that 'scarcely, Herr von Nordwyk."
But the lad was crowded so closely into his hiding-place, that he could not spring to the little one's aid, and his attention was attracted to a new sight, as Janus Dousa appeared on horseback. In answer to the cry of "The Spaniards! The Spaniards!" he shouted loudly: "Quiet, people, quiet! The enemy hasn't come yet! To the Rhine! Vessels are waiting there for all strangers. To the Rhine!
"My cloak is in the church," said the musician, "I'll give it to the young gentleman." "Bravo, Meister Wilhelm!" replied Dousa. "Wait here, my little master, and then go home. I wish the time, when your father would value my greeting, might come again. Do you know why it is no longer pleasant to him?" "No, my lord." "Then I'll tell you. Because he is fond of Spain, and I cling to the Netherlands."
He brought his father nothing but a carefully-folded and sealed letter, which Janus Dousa, with a mischievous smile, had given him on behalf of the citizens of Leyden for General Valdez, and which contained, daintily inscribed on a large sheet, the following lines from Dionysius Cato: "Fistula dulce canit volucrem dum decipit auceps."
Nicolas showed the captain his treasure, and then exclaimed: "Now forward, Junker von Dornburg, I know where we shall find them; and you, Captain Van Duivenvoorde, tell the burgomaster and Janus Dousa what has become of me." A week had elapsed since Henrica's flight, and with it a series of days of severe privation.
The words, with which Janus Dousa had left him the day before, returned to his mind with great force, and when the baron again seated himself opposite him, the boy raised his eyes and said hesitatingly, but with touching earnestness and sincere anxiety: "Father, what does that mean? Father are they so wholly wrong, if they would rather be Hollanders than Spaniards?"
"Fall, protecting walls, rise, tempest, swallow thy prey, raging sea, destroy the property of the husbandman, ruin our fields and meadows, but drown the foe or drive him hence." So sang Janus Dousa, so rang a voice in Peter's soul, so prayed Maria, and with her thousands of men and women. But the glow in the horizon died away, the firing ceased.
"Tear the thing up and make no reply." "Ride home, in God's name," added Janus Dousa. "But wait, I'll give you something more for Valdez." "Then you will vouchsafe no reply to my father's letter?" asked Nicolas. "No, Junker. We wish to hold no intercourse with Baron Matanesse," replied the commissioner. "As for you, you can return home or wait here; just as you choose."
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