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Updated: June 12, 2025
While the soldiers noisily rose, some shaking hands with Zorrillo, some with Navarrete, the stately sergeant-major of a German lansquenet troop, which was stationed in Antwerp, and did not belong to the insurgents, entered the wide open door of the tent. His dress was gay and in good order; a fine Dalmatian dog followed him. A thunder-storm had begun, and it was raining violently.
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.
The demand is just, and if you elect me, I will stand by it, and not shrink if it rouses murmuring behind me or against me. Whoever has a brave heart under his armor, let him follow me; whoever wishes to creep after Zorrillo, can do so. Elect me, friends, and I will get you more than we need, with honor and fame to boot. Saint Jacob and the Madonna will aid us. Long live the king!"
His orders were obeyed, and when he next appeared at Zorrillo's quarters, the soldiers, who had assembled there in throngs, parted to make way for him. He beckoned to them, and while he went from one to another, saying: "The sibyl was my mother Zorrillo has murdered my mother," the coffin was borne into the house.
Then seizing the other by the shoulder, he shrieked: "Stabbed! That means murdered-killed!" "He thrust his dagger into her heart, she must have died as quickly as if struck by lightning. Then Zorrillo went away, God knows where. Who could suspect, that the quiet man. . . ." "You let him escape, helped the murderer get off, you dogs!" raved the wretched man. "We will speak of this again.
Then seizing the other by the shoulder, he shrieked: "Stabbed! That means murdered-killed!" "He thrust his dagger into her heart, she must have died as quickly as if struck by lightning. Then Zorrillo went away, God knows where. Who could suspect, that the quiet man...." "You let him escape, helped the murderer get off, you dogs!" raved the wretched man. "We will speak of this again.
It would have been an abomination to Grandgagnage, but Zorrillo rejoices in my love for children, and I have given what the Walloon bequeathed me and his own booty to the soldiers' widows and the little naked babies in the camp. He was satisfied, for whatever I do pleases him. I will not, cannot leave him!" She paused, hiding her face in her hands, but Ulrich paced to and fro, violently agitated.
Zorrillo held his hat in his hand, his hair, slightly tinged with grey, hung in a tangled mass over his forehead, but he carried himself as erect as ever.
"He came and took her and the child, directly after you had left the camp." "And she has not returned?" "She has just sent a roast chicken, which I was to keep for you when you came home. There it is." Zorrillo laughed. Then he turned to his companions, saying: "I thank you. You have now.... Is she still with the Eletto?" "Why, of course."
Then the count suggested that Zorrillo should be entrusted with the mission, and the Eletto ordered the quartermaster to prepare for departure at once. An hour after the general left the camp with Flora's lover in his train.
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