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Assumption of affairs by the state council at Brussels Hesitation at Madrid Joachim Hopper Mal-administration Vigilance of Orange The provinces drawn more closely together Inequality of the conflict Physical condition of Holland New act of Union between Holland and Zealand Authority of the Prince defined and enlarged Provincial polity characterized Generous sentiments of the Prince His tolerant spirit Letters from the King Attitude of the great powers towards the Netherlands Correspondence and policy of Elizabeth Secret negotiations with France and Alencon Confused and menacing aspect of Germany Responsible, and laborious position of Orange Attempt to relieve Zierickzee Death of Admiral Boisot Capitulation of the city upon honourable terms Mutiny of the Spanish troops in Schouwen General causes of discontent Alarming increase of the mutiny The rebel regiments enter Brabant Fruitless attempts to pacify them They take possession of Alost Edicts, denouncing them, from the state council Intense excitement in Brussels and Antwerp Letters from Philip brought by Marquis Havre The King's continued procrastination Ruinous royal confirmation of the authority assumed by the state council United and general resistance to foreign military oppression The German troops and the Antwerp garrison, under Avila, join the revolt Letter of Verdugo A crisis approaching Jerome de Roda in the citadel The mutiny universal.
To these were soon added, however, by royal diploma, the Spaniard, Jerome de Roda, and the Netherlanders, Assonleville, Baron Rassenghiem and Arnold Sasbout. Thus, all the members, save one, of what had now become the executive body, were natives of the country. Roda was accordingly looked askance upon by his colleagues.
To Don Emmanuel de Roda, a learned scholar, and the minister of justice, I wrote that I did not ask any favour but only simple justice. "Serve God and your master," said I. "Let his Catholic majesty save me from the hands of the infamous alcalde who has arrested me, an honest and a law-abiding man, who came to Spain trusting in his own innocence and the protection of the laws.
He begged me to write out my opinions on the subject, and to give him the benefit of my knowledge. I promised to do so, and Mengs fixed a day for him to come and dine with me at his house. The next day I moved my household goods to Mengs's house, and began my philosophical and physiological treatise on the colony. I called on Don Emmanuel de Roda, who was a man of letters, a 'rara aves' in Spain.
A little more westerly in the mysterious Nile is seen the well-wooded island of Roda, quietly nestling in the broad bosom of the river. The grand Aqueduct, with its high arches reaching for miles, reminds one of the Campagna at Rome; while beyond loom up the time-defying pyramids, the horizon ending at the borders of the great Libyan Desert.
Jerome de Roda had been fortunate enough to make his escape out of Brussels, and now claimed to be sole Governor of the Netherlands, as the only remaining representative of the State Council. His colleagues were in durance at the capital. Their authority was derided.
The Spanish member of the State Council, Jerome de Roda, had joined without opposition in the edict. As, however, the mutiny gathered strength on the outside, the indignation waxed daily within the capital. The citizens of Brussels, one and all, stood to their arms. Not a man could enter or leave without their permission.
They remained unburied until the overseers of the poor, on whom the living had then more importunate claims than the dead, were compelled by Roda to bury them out of the pauper fund. The murderers were too thrifty to be at funeral charges for their victims. The ceremony was not hastily performed, for the number of corpses had not been completed. Two days longer the havoc lasted in the city.
Young Egmont, who had been captured, fighting bravely at the head of coward troops, by Julian Romero, who nine years before had stood on his father's scaffold, regarded this brutal scene with haughty indignation. This behaviour had more effect upon Roda than the suppleness of Capres.
Anthony listened, as the Enchantress Isis slipped past the Island of Roda, past Ghizeh, past old Cairo and still older Babylon, then out on to the broad bosom of the river where the Nile Valley lay bathed in sunshine from Gebel Mokattam in the east, to the Libyan hills haunt of departed spirits in the west. "Miss Gilder wants me to help, does she?" he asked at last.
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