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Updated: May 26, 2025
"Consequently we are without a conveyance; we have paid for our places for nothing, and must remain in this miserable place," said the king, impatiently. Niclas reddened with anger. "Sir, what right have you to call the town of Grave a miserable place?
"I will not wait another minute," cried the postilion, determinately. "get in, or I shall start without you." "Show me your passports, and then get in," cried Niclas. The strangers appeared confused and undecided. Niclas looked triumphantly at his immense crowd of listeners, who were gazing at him with amazement, awaiting in breathless stillness the unravelling of this scene.
The most important under the first of these heads are the translations of the works of Hendrick Niclas, of Leyden, Father of the Family of Love, or House of Charity, which were thought dangerous enough to be burnt by Royal Proclamation on October 13th, 1579; so that such works as the Joyful Message of the Kingdom, Peace upon Earth, the Prophecy of the Spirit of Love, and others, are now exceedingly rare and costly.
"Silence!" interrupted the one who had first spoken. "Do not let us make an unnecessary disturbance, mon ami. Why do you wish to see our passports, sir?" "Why?" asked Niclas, who was proud to play so distinguished a part before his comrades "you wish to know why I desire to see your passports? Well, then, because you appear to me to be suspicious characters." A gay laugh was heard from the stage.
"You dare to call us vagabonds?" cried the king, whose patience now also appeared exhausted, and whose clear brow was slightly clouded. "The police consider everyone criminal until he has proved he is not so," said Niclas, emphatically. The king's anger was already subdued. "In the eyes of the police, criminality is then the normal condition of mankind," he said, smilingly.
Camden says that "under a show of singular integrity and sanctity they insinuated themselves into the affections of the ignorant common people"; that they regarded as reprobate all outside their Family, and deemed it lawful to deny on oath whatsoever they pleased. Niclas, according to Fuller, "wanted learning in himself and hated it in others."
The curious observers breathed more freely, and nodded encouragingly to the daring postmaster. "You rejoice," murmured his wife, who was still standing in the door, from whence she saw all that passed, and seemed to divine the thoughts of her gaping friends "you rejoice, but you shall know nothing. I shall not satisfy your curiosity." Mr. Niclas still stood at the door of the stage.
"I tell you what," said Madame Niclas, as she stood at the door with her husband, watching the departing strangers, who, in company with the guide and their servant, were walking down the street that led to the canal "I tell you I do not trust those strangers, the little one in particular; he had a very suspicious look." "But his passport was all right."
"Why do you suspect us?" "Because I never trust people travelling without baggage," was the laconic reply. "Bravo! well answered," cried the crowd, and even Madame Niclas was surprised to see her husband show such daring courage. "We need no baggage. We are travelling musicians, going to Amsterdam."
"Nevertheless, the postmaster can keep what he has. Will you have the kindness to show me a room, where I can open my bag at leisure, and send some coffee and good wine to us?" There was something so commanding in the king's voice, so imposing in his whole appearance, that even the all-conquering Madame Niclas felt awed, and she silently stepped forward and showed him her best room.
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