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Updated: May 6, 2025
"You were dragged out from under your horse," said the Eletto to the knight. "You wield an excellent blade." He had spoken in Spanish, but the other shrugged his shoulders, and answered in the German language "I don't understand Spanish." "Are you a German?" Ulrich now asked in his native tongue. "How do you happen to be among the Netherland rebels?" The nobleman looked at the Eletto in surprise.
The Eletto had no time to think of his mother; for scarcely had he given a solemn oath of loyalty to his comrades and received theirs, when Count Mannsfeld appeared. The general was received with every honor.
Before the Eletto quitted the city, he gave Hans Eitelfritz, whose regiment had secretly joined the mutiny, letters of safeguard for his family and the artist, Moor. He had not forgotten the latter, but well-founded timidity withheld him from appearing before the honored man, while cherishing the gloomy thoughts that now filled his soul.
Ulrich withdrew from the window, until the merchant had vanished down a side street; then he again glanced into the narrow room. Ruth was now seated at the desk, but instead of looking over the open account book, her eyes were gazing dreamily into vacancy, and the Eletto now saw her beautiful, calm, noble face.
The Eletto, with his staff of councillors, was quartered in the town-house, while the soldiers distributed themselves among the houses of the most opulent citizens, no one escaping a billet who was rich enough to receive such company: bishop or burgomaster, margrave or merchant.
He felt sure of victory and of returning home, but the excitable woman burst into tears as she bade him farewell. The Eletto took the field with a large body of troops; the majority of the mutineers, with them. Captain and Quartermaster Zorrillo, remained behind to hold the citizens in check.
Ulrich withdrew from the window, until the merchant had vanished down a side street; then he again glanced into the narrow room. Ruth was now seated at the desk, but instead of looking over the open account book, her eyes were gazing dreamily into vacancy, and the Eletto now saw her beautiful, calm, noble face.
The King's officers were degraded, perhaps murdered; while those chosen to supply their places had only a nominal control. The Eletto, day by day, proclaimed from the balcony of the town-house the latest rules and regulations.
I am an honest soldier and if any one but you 'Sdeath if any other had dared to offer me this...." "Murder the dog, you would have said," interrupted the smith. There is the door. Another word, and I can restrain myself no longer." Ruth had clung firmly to the smith, and motioned Ulrich to go. The Eletto groaned aloud, struck his forehead with his clenched fist, and rushed into the open air.
The game of Eletto was now over, he would go to Antwerp the next day. Why had fate snatched his mother from him just now, why did it deny him the happiness of seeing his parents united? His father she had sorely wronged him, but for what will not death atone? He must take him some remembrance of her, and went to her room to look through her chest.
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