CHAPTER XVIII

IVRY.

The day after the capture of Breda Sir Francis Vere sent for Lionel

Vickars to his quarters. Prince Maurice and several of his principal

officers were there, and the prince thanked him warmly for the share he

had taken in the capture of the town.

"Captain Heraugière has told me," he said, "that the invention of the

scheme that has ended so well is due as much to you as to him, that you

accompanied him on the reconnoitring expedition and shared in the

dangers of the party in the barge. I trust Sir Francis Vere will

appoint you to the first ensigncy vacant in his companies, but should

there be likely to be any delay in this I will gladly give you a

commission in one of my own regiments."

"I have forestalled your wish, prince," Sir Francis said, "and have

this morning given orders that his appointment shall be made out as

ensign in one of my companies, but at present I do not intend him to

join. I have been ordered by the queen to send further aid to help the

King of France against the League. I have already despatched several

companies to Brittany, and will now send two others. I would that my

duties permitted me personally to take part in the enterprise, for the

battle of the Netherlands is at present being fought on the soil of

France; but this is impossible. Several of my friends, however,

volunteers and others, will journey with the two companies, being

desirous of fighting under the banner of Henry of Navarre. Sir Ralph

Pimpernel, who is married to a French Huguenot lady and has connections

at the French court, will lead them. I have spoken to him this morning,

and he will gladly allow my young friend here to accompany him, I think

that it is the highest reward I can give him, to afford him thus an

opportunity of seeing stirring service; for I doubt not that in a very

short time a great battle will be fought. We know that Alva has sent

eighteen hundred of the best cavalry of Flanders to aid the League, and

he is sure to have given orders that they are to be back again as soon

as possible. How do you like the prospect, Lionel?"

Lionel warmly expressed his thanks to Sir Francis Vere for his

kindness, and said that nothing could delight him more than to take

part in such an enterprise.

"I must do something at any rate to prove my gratitude for your share

in the capture of this city," Prince Maurice said; "and will send you

presently two of the best horses of those we have found in the

governor's stables, together with arms and armour suitable to your rank

as an officer of Sir Francis Vere."

Upon the following morning a party of ten knights and gentlemen,

including Lionel Vickars, rode to Bergen-op-Zoom. The two companies,

which were drawn from the garrison of that town, had embarked the

evening before in ships that had come from England to transport them to

France. Sir Ralph Pimpernel and his party at once went on board, and as

soon as their horses were embarked the sails were hoisted. Four days'

voyage took them to the mouth of the Seine, and they landed at Honfleur

on the south bank of the river. There was a large number of ships in

port, for the Protestant princes of Germany were, as well as England,

sending aid to Henry of Navarre, and numbers of gentlemen and

volunteers were flocking to his banners.

For the moment Henry IV. represented in the eyes of Europe the

Protestant cause. He was supported by the Huguenots of France and by

some of the Catholic noblemen and gentry. Against him were arrayed the

greater portion of the Catholic nobles, the whole faction of the Guises

and the Holy League, supported by Philip of Spain.

The party from Holland disembarked at mid-day on the 9th of March.

Hearing rumours that a battle was expected very shortly to take place,

Sir Ralph Pimpernel started at once with his mounted party for Dreux,

which town was being besieged by Henry, leaving the two companies of

foot to press on at their best speed behind him. The distance to be

ridden was about sixty miles, and late at night on the 10th they rode

into a village eight miles from Dreux. Here they heard that the Duke of

Mayenne, who commanded the force of the League, was approaching the

Seine at Mantes with an army of ten thousand foot and four thousand

horse.

"We must mount at daybreak, gentlemen," Sir Ralph Pimpernel said, "or

the forces of the League will get between us and the king. It is

evident that we have but just arrived in time, and it is well we did

not wait for our foot-men."

The next morning they mounted early and rode on to the royal camp near

Dreux. Here Sir Ralph Pimpernel found Marshal Biron, a relation of his

wife, who at once took him to the king.

"You have just arrived in time, Sir Ralph," the king said when Marshal

Biron introduced him, "for to-morrow, or at latest the day after, we

are likely to try our strength with Mayenne. You will find many of your

compatriots here. I can offer you but poor hospitality at present, but

hope to entertain you rarely some day when the good city of Paris opens

its gates to us."

"Thanks, sire," Sir Ralph replied; "but we have come to fight and not

to feast."

"I think I can promise you plenty of that at any rate," the king said.

"You have ten gentlemen with you, I hear, and also that there are two

companies of foot from Holland now on their way up from Honfleur."

"They landed at noon the day before yesterday, sire, and will probably

be up to-morrow."

"They will be heartily welcome, Sir Ralph. Since Parma has sent so

large a force to help Mayenne it is but right that Holland, which is

relieved of the presence of these troops, should lend me a helping

hand."

Quarters were found for the party in a village near the camp; for the

force was badly provided with tents, the king's resources being at a

very low ebb; he maintained the war, indeed, chiefly by the loans he

received from England and Germany. The next day several bodies of

troops were seen approaching the camp. A quarter of an hour later the

trumpets blew; officers rode about, ordering the tents to be levelled

and the troops to prepare to march. A messenger from Marshal Biron rode

at full speed into the village, where many of the volunteers from

England and Germany, besides the party of Sir Ralph Pimpernel, were

lodged.

"The marshal bids me tell you, gentlemen, that the army moves at once.

Marshal D'Aumont has fallen back from Ivry; Mayenne is advancing. The

siege will be abandoned at present, and we march towards Nonancourt,

where we shall give battle to-morrow if Mayenne is disposed for it."

The camps were struck and the waggons loaded, and the army marched to

St. André, a village situated on an elevated plain commanding a view of

all the approaches from the country between the Seine and Eure.

"This is a fine field for a battle," Sir Ralph said, as the troops

halted on the ground indicated by the camp-marshals. "It is splendid

ground for cavalry to act, and it is upon them the brunt of the

fighting will fall We are a little stronger in foot; for several

companies from Honfleur, our own among them, have come up this morning,

and I hear we muster twelve thousand, which is a thousand more than

they say Mayenne has with him. But then he has four thousand cavalry to

our three thousand; and Parma's regiments of Spaniards, Walloons, and

Italian veterans are far superior troops to Henry's bands of riders,

who are mostly Huguenot noblemen and gentlemen, with their armed

retainers, tough and hardy men to fight, as they have shown themselves

on many a field, but without any of the discipline of Parma's troopers.

"If Parma himself commanded yonder army I should not feel confident of

the result; but Mayenne, though a skilful general, is slow and

cautious, while Henry of Navarre is full of fire and energy, and brave

almost to rashness. We are to muster under the command of the king

himself. He will have eight hundred horse, formed into six squadrons,

behind him, and upon these will, I fancy, come the chief shock of the

battle. He will be covered on each side by the English and Swiss

infantry; in all four thousand strong.

"Marshal Biron will be on the right with five troops of horse and four

regiments of French infantry; while on the left will be the troops of

D'Aumont, Montpensier, Biron the younger, D'Angoulême, and De Givry,

supported in all by two regiments of French infantry, one of Swiss, and

one of German. The marshal showed us the plan of battle last night in

his tent. It is well balanced and devised."

It was late in the evening before the whole of the force had reached

the position and the tents were erected. One of these had been placed

at the disposal of Sir Ralph's party. Sir Ralph and four of his

companions had been followed by their mounted squires, and these

collected firewood, and supplied the horses with forage from the sacks

they carried slung from their saddles, while the knights and gentlemen

themselves polished up their arms and armour, so as to make as brave a

show as possible in the ranks of the king's cavalry.

When they had eaten their supper Lionel Vickars strolled through the

camp, and was amused at the contrast presented by the various groups.

The troops of cavalry of the French nobles were gaily attired; the

tents of the officers large and commodious, with rich hangings and

appointments. The sound of light-hearted laughter came from the groups

round the camp-fires, squires and pages moved about thickly, and it was

evident that comfort, and indeed luxury, were considered by the

commanders as essential even upon a campaign. The encampments of the

German, Swiss, and English infantry were of far humbler design. The

tents of the officers were few in number, and of the simplest form and

make. A considerable portion of the English infantry had been drawn

from Holland, for the little army there was still the only body of

trained troops at Elizabeth's disposal.

The Swiss and Germans were for the most part mercenaries. Some had been

raised at the expense of the Protestant princes, others were paid from

the sums supplied from England. The great proportion of the men were

hardy veterans who had fought under many banners, and cared but little

for the cause in which they were fighting, provided they obtained their

pay regularly and that the rations were abundant and of good quality.

The French infantry regiments contained men influenced by a variety of

motives. Some were professional soldiers who had fought in many a field

during the long wars that had for so many years agitated France, others

were the retainers of the nobles who had thrown in their cause with

Henry, while others again were Huguenot peasants who were fighting, not

for pay, but in the cause of their religion.

The cavalry were for the most part composed of men of good family,

relations, connections, or the superior vassals of the nobles who

commanded or officered them. The king's own squadrons were chiefly

composed of Huguenot gentlemen and their mounted retainers; but with

these rode many foreign volunteers like Sir Ralph Pimpernel's party,

attracted to Henry's banner either from a desire to aid the Protestant

cause or to gain military knowledge and fame under so brave and able a

monarch, or simply from the love of excitement and military ardour.

The camp of this main body of cavalry or "battalia," as the body on

whom the commander of our army chiefly relied for victory was called,

was comparatively still and silent. The Huguenot gentlemen, after the

long years of persecution to which those of their religion had been

exposed, were for the most part poor. Their appointments were simple,

and they fought for conscience' sake, and went into battle with the

stern enthusiasm that afterwards animated Cromwell's Ironsides.

It was not long before the camp quieted down; for the march had been a

long one, and they would be on their feet by daybreak The king himself,

attended by Marshals D'Aumont and Biron, had gone through the whole

extent of the camp, seen that all was in order, that the troops had

everywhere received their rations, and that the officers were

acquainted with the orders for the morrow. He stayed a short time in

the camp of each regiment and troop, saying a few words of

encouragement to the soldiers, and laughing and joking with the

officers. He paused a short time and chatted with Sir Ralph Pimpernel,

who, at his request, introduced each of his companions to him.

Lionel looked with interest and admiration at the man who was regarded

as the champion of Protestantism against Popery, and who combined in

himself a remarkable mixture of qualities seldom found existing in one

person. He was brave to excess and apparently reckless in action, and

yet astute, prudent, and calculating in council. With a manner frank,

open, and winning, he was yet able to match the craftiest of opponents

at their own weapons of scheming and duplicity. The idol of the

Huguenots of France, he was ready to purchase the crown of France at

the price of accepting the Catholic doctrines, for he saw that it was

hopeless for him in the long run to maintain himself against the

hostility of almost all the great nobles of France, backed by the great

proportion of the people and aided by the pope and the Catholic powers,

so long as he remained a Protestant. But this change of creed was

scarcely even foreseen by those who followed him, and it was the

apparent hopelessness of his cause, and the gallantry with which he

maintained it, that attracted the admiration of Europe.

Henry's capital was at the time garrisoned by the troops of the pope

and Spain. The great nobles of France, who had long maintained a sort

of semi-independence of the crown, were all against him, and were

calculating on founding independent kingdoms. He himself was

excommunicated. The League were masters of almost the whole of France,

and were well supplied with funds by the pope and the Catholic powers,

while Henry was entirely dependent for money upon what he could borrow

from Queen Elizabeth and the States of Holland. But no one who listened

to the merry laugh of the king as he chatted with the little group of

English gentlemen would have thought that he was engaged in a desperate

and well-nigh hopeless struggle, and that the following day was to be a

decisive one as to his future fortunes.

"Well, gentlemen," he said as he turned his horse to ride away, "I must

ask you to lie down as soon as possible. As long as the officers are

awake and talking the men cannot sleep; and I want all to have a good

night's rest. The enemy's camp is close at hand, and the battle is sure

to take place at early dawn."

As the same orders were given everywhere, the camp was quiet early, and

before daylight the troops were called under arms and ranged in the

order appointed for them to fight in.

The army of the League was astir in equally good time. In its centre

was the battalia, composed of six hundred splendid cavalry, all

noblemen of France, supported by a column of three hundred Swiss and

two thousand French infantry. On the left were six hundred French

cuirassiers and the eighteen hundred troops of Parma, commanded by

Count Egmont. They were supported by six regiments of French and

Lorrainers, and two thousand Germans. The right wing was composed of

three regiments of Spanish lancers, two troops of Germans, four hundred

cuirassiers, and four regiments of infantry.

When the sun rose and lighted up the contending armies, the difference

between their appearance was very marked. That of the League was gay

with the gilded armour, waving plumes, and silken scarfs of the French

nobles, whose banners fluttered brightly in the air, while the Walloons

and Flemish rivalled their French comrades in the splendour of their

appointments. In the opposite ranks there was neither gaiety nor show.

The Huguenot nobles and gentlemen, who had for so many years been

fighting for life and religion, were clad in armour dinted in a hundred

battle-fields; and while the nobles of the League were confident of

victory, and loud in demanding to be led against the foe, Henry of

Navarre and his soldiers were kneeling, praying to the God of battles

to enable them to bear themselves well in the coming fight. Henry of

Navarre wore in his helmet a snow-white plume, which he ordered his

troops to keep in view, and to follow wherever they should see it

waving, in case his banner went down.

Artillery still played but a small part in battles on the field, and

there were but twelve pieces on the ground, equally divided between the

two armies. These opened the battle, and Count Egmont, whose cavalry

had suffered from the fire of the Huguenot cannon, ordered a charge,

and the splendid cavalry of Parma swept down upon the right wing of

Henry. The cavalry under Marshal Biron were unable to withstand the

shock and were swept before them, and Egmont rode on right up to the

guns and sabred the artillerymen. Almost at the same moment the German

riders under Eric of Brunswick, the Spanish and French lancers, charged

down upon the centre of the Royal Army. The rout of the right wing

shook the cavalry in the centre. They wavered, and the infantry on

their flanks fell back, but the king and his officers rode among them,

shouting and entreating them to stand firm. The ground in their front

was soft and checked the impetuosity of the charge of the Leaguers, and

by the time they reached the ranks of the Huguenots they were broken

and disordered, and could make no impression whatever upon them.

As soon as the charge was repulsed, Henry set his troops in motion, and

the battalia charged down upon the disordered cavalry of the League.

The lancers and cuirassiers were borne down by the impetuosity of the

charge, and Marshal Biron, rallying his troops, followed the king's

white plume into the heart of the battle. Egmont brought up the cavalry

of Flanders to the scene, and was charging at their head when he fell

dead with a musket-ball through the heart. Brunswick went down in the

fight, and the shattered German and Walloon horse were completely

overthrown and cut to pieces by the furious charges of the Huguenot

cavalry.

At one time the victorious onset was checked by the disappearance of

the king's snow-white plumes, and a report ran through the army that

the king was killed. They wavered irresolutely. The enemy, regaining

courage from the cessation of their attacks, were again advancing, when

the king reappeared bareheaded and covered with dust and blood, but

entirely unhurt. He addressed a few cheerful words to his soldiers, and

again led a charge. It was irresistible; the enemy broke and fled in

the wildest confusion hotly pursued by the royalist cavalry, while the

infantry of the League, who had so far taken no part whatever in the

battle, were seized with a panic, threw away their arms, and sought

refuge in the woods in their rear.

Thus the battle was decided only by the cavalry, the infantry taking no

part in the fight on either side. Eight hundred of the Leaguers either

fell on the battle-field or were drowned in crossing the river in their

rear. The loss of the royalists was but one-fourth that number. Had the

king pushed forward upon Paris immediately after the battle, the city

would probably have surrendered without a blow; and the Huguenot

leaders urged this course upon him. Biron and the other Catholics,

however, argued that it was better to undertake a regular siege, and

the king yielded to this advice, although the bolder course would have

been far more in accordance with his own disposition.

He was probably influenced by a variety of motives. In the first place

his Swiss mercenaries were in a mutinous condition, and refused to

advance a single foot unless they received their arrears of pay, and

this Henry, whose chests were entirely empty, had no means of

providing. In the second place he was at the time secretly in

negotiation with the pope for his conversion, and may have feared to

give so heavy a blow to the Catholic cause as would have been effected

by the capture of Paris following closely after the victory of Ivry. At

any rate he determined upon a regular siege. Moving forward he seized

the towns of Lagny on the Marne, and Corbeil on the Seine, thus

entirely cutting off the food supply of Paris.

Lionel Vickars had borne his part in the charges of the Huguenot

cavalry, but as the company to which he belonged was in the rear of the

battalia, he had no personal encounters with the enemy.

After the advance towards Paris the duties of the cavalry consisted

entirely in scouting the country, sweeping in provisions for their own

army, and preventing supplies from entering Paris. No siege operations

were undertaken, the king relying upon famine alone to reduce the city.

Its population at the time the siege commenced was estimated at

400,000, and the supply of provisions to be sufficient for a month. It

was calculated therefore that before the League could bring up another

army to its relief, it must fall by famine.

But no allowance had been made for the religious enthusiasm and

devotion to the cause of the League that animated the population of

Paris. Its governor, the Duke of Nemours, brother of Mayenne, aided by

the three Spanish delegates, the Cardinal Gaetano, and by an army of

priests and monks, sustained the spirits of the population; and though

the people starved by thousands, the city resisted until towards the

end of August. In that month the army of the League, united with twelve

thousand foot and three thousand horse from the Netherlands under Parma

himself, advanced to its assistance; while Maurice of Holland, with a

small body of Dutch troops and reinforcements from England, had

strengthened the army of the king.

The numbers of the two armies were not unequal. Many of the French

nobles had rallied round Henry after his victory, and of his cavalry

four thousand were nobles and their retainers who served at their own

expense, and were eager for a battle. Parma himself had doubts as to

the result of the conflict. He could rely upon the troops he himself

had brought, but had no confidence in those of the League; and when

Henry sent him a formal challenge to a general engagement, Parma

replied that it was his custom to refuse a combat when a refusal seemed

advantageous for himself, and to offer battle whenever it suited his

purpose to fight.

For seven days the two armies, each some twenty-five thousand strong,

lay within a mile or two of each other. Then the splendid cavalry of

Parma moved out in order of battle, with banners flying, and the

pennons of the lances fluttering in the wind. The king was delighted

when he saw that the enemy were at last advancing to the fight. He put

his troops at once under arms, but waited until the plan of the enemy's

battle developed itself before making his dispositions. But while the

imposing array of cavalry was attracting the king's attention, Parma

moved off with the main body of his army, threw a division across the

river on a pontoon bridge, and attacked Lagny on both sides.

When Lagny was first occupied some of Sir Ralph Pimpernel's party were

appointed to take up their quarters there, half a company of the

English, who had come with them from Holland, were also stationed in

the town, the garrison being altogether 1200 strong. Lionel's horse had

received a bullet wound at Ivry, and although it carried him for the

next day or two, it was evident that it needed rest and attention, and

would be unfit to carry his rider for some time. Lionel had no liking

for the work of driving off the cattle of the unfortunate landowners

and peasants, however necessary it might be to keep the army supplied

with food, and was glad of the excuse that his wounded horse afforded

him for remaining quietly in the town when his comrades rode out with

the troop of cavalry stationed there.

It happened that the officer in command of the little body of English

infantry was taken ill with fever, and Sir Ralph Pimpernel requested

Lionel to take his place. This he was glad to do, as he was more at

home at infantry work than with cavalry. The time went slowly, but

Lionel, who had comfortable quarters in the house of a citizen, did not

find it long. The burgher's family consisted of his wife and two

daughters, and these congratulated themselves greatly upon having an

officer quartered upon them who not only acted as a protection to them

against the insolence of the rough soldiery, but was courteous and

pleasant in his manner, and tried in every way to show that he regarded

himself as a guest and not a master.

After the first week's stay he requested that instead of having his

meals served to him in a room apart he might take them with the family.

The girls were about Lionel's age, and after the first constraint wore

off he became great friends with them; and although at first he had

difficulty in making himself understood, he rapidly picked up a little

French, the girls acting as his teachers.

"What do you English do here?" the eldest of them asked him when six

weeks after his arrival they were able to converse fairly in a mixture

of French and Spanish. "Why do you not leave us French people to fight

out our quarrels by ourselves?"

"I should put it the other way," Lionel laughed. "Why don't you French

people fight out your quarrels among yourselves instead of calling in

foreigners to help you? It is because the Guises and the League have

called in the Spaniards to fight on the Catholic side that the English

and Dutch have come to help the Huguenots. We are fighting the battle

of our own religion here, not the battle of Henry of Navarre."

"I hate these wars of religion," the girl said. "Why can we not all

worship in our own way?"

"Ah, that is what we Protestants want to know, Mademoiselle Claire;

that is just what your people won't allow. Did you not massacre the

Protestants In France on the eve of St. Bartholomew? and have not the

Spaniards been for the last twenty years trying to stamp out with fire

and sword the new religion in the Low Countries? We only want to be

left alone."

"But your queen of England kills the Catholics."

"Not at all," Lionel said warmly; "that is only one of the stories they

spread to excuse their own doings. It is true that Catholics in England

have been put to death, and so have people of the sect that call

themselves Anabaptists; but this has been because they had been engaged

in plots against the queen, and not because of their religion. The

Catholics of England for the most part joined as heartily as the

Protestants in the preparations for the defence of England in the time

of the Armada. For my part, I cannot understand why people should

quarrel with each other because they worship God in different ways."

"It is all very bad, I am sure," the girl said; "France has been torn

to pieces by these religious wars for years and years. It is dreadful

to think what they must be suffering in Paris now."

"Then why don't they open their gates to King Henry instead of starving

themselves at the orders of the legate of the pope and the agent of

Philip of Spain? I could understand if there was another French prince

whom they wanted as king instead of Henry of Navarre. We fought for

years in England as to whether we would have a king from the house of

York or the house of Lancaster, but when it comes to choosing between a

king of your own race and a king named for you by Philip of Spain, I

can't understand it."

"Never mind, Master Vickars. You know what you are fighting for, don't

you?"

"I do; I am fighting here to aid Holland. Parma is bringing all his

troops to aid the Guises here, and while they are away the Dutch will

take town after town, and will make themselves so strong that when

Parma goes back he will find the nut harder than ever to crack."

"How long will Paris hold out, think you, Master Vickars? They say that

provisions are well-nigh spent."

"Judging from the way in which the Dutch towns held on for weeks and

weeks after, as it seemed, all supplies were exhausted, I should say

that if the people of Paris are as ready to suffer rather than yield as

were the Dutch burghers, they may hold on for a long time yet It is

certain that no provisions can come to them as long as we hold

possession of this town, and so block the river."

"But if the armies of Parma and the League come they may drive you

away, Master Vickars."

"It is quite possible, mademoiselle; we do not pretend to be

invincible, but I think there will be some tough fighting first."

As the weeks went on Lionel Vickars came to be on very intimate terms

with the family. The two maid-servants shared in the general liking for

the young officer. He gave no more trouble than if he were one of the

family, and on one or two occasions when disturbances were caused by

the ill-conduct of the miscellaneous bands which constituted the

garrison, he brought his half company of English soldiers at once into

the house, and by his resolute attitude prevented the marauders from

entering.

When Parma's army approached Sir Ralph Pimpernel with the cavalry

joined the king, but Lionel shared in the disappointment felt by all

the infantry of the garrison of Lagny that they could take no share in

the great battle that was expected. Their excitement rose high while

the armies lay watching each other. From the position of the town down

by the river neither army was visible from its walls, and they only

learned when occasional messengers rode in how matters were going on.

One morning Lionel was awoke by a loud knocking at his door. "What is

it?" he shouted, as he sat up in bed.

"It is I--Timothy Short, Master Vickars. The sergeant has sent me to

wake you in all haste. The Spaniards have stolen a march upon us. They

have thrown a bridge across the river somewhere in the night, and most

all their army stands between us and the king, while a division are

preparing to besiege the town on the other side." Lionel was hastily

throwing on his clothes and arming himself while the man was speaking.

"Tell the sergeant," he said, "to get the men under arms. I will be

with him in a few minutes."

When Lionel went out he found that the household was already astir.

"Go not out fasting," his host said. "Take a cup of wine and some food

before you start. You may be some time before you get an opportunity of

eating again if what they say is true."

"Thank you heartily," Lionel replied as he sat down to the table, on

which some food had already been placed; "it is always better to fight

full than fasting."

"Hark you!" the bourgeois said in his ear; "if things go badly with you

make your way here. I have a snug hiding-place, and I shall take refuge

there with my family if the Spaniards capture the town. I have heard of

their doings in Holland, and that when they capture a town they spare

neither age nor sex, and slay Catholics as well as Protestants;

therefore I shall take refuge till matters have quieted down and order

is restored. I shall set to work at once to carry my valuables there,

and a goodly store of provisions. My warehouseman will remain in charge

above. He is faithful and can be trusted, and he will tell the

Spaniards that I am a good Catholic, and lead them to believe that I

fled with my family before the Huguenots entered the town."

"Thank you greatly," Lionel replied; "should the need arise I will take

advantage of your kind offer. But it should not do so. We have twelve

hundred men here, and half that number of citizens have kept the

Spaniards at bay for months before towns no stronger than this in

Holland. We ought to be able to defend ourselves here for weeks, and

the king will assuredly come to our relief in two or three days at the

outside."

Upon Lionel sallying out he found the utmost confusion and disorder

reigning. The commandant was hurriedly assigning to the various

companies composing the garrison their places upon the walls. Many of

the soldiers were exclaiming that they had been betrayed, and that it

were best to make terms with the Spaniards at once. The difference

between the air of quiet resolution that marked the conduct of the

people and troops at Sluys and the excitement manifested here struck

Lionel unpleasantly. The citizens all remained in their houses, afraid

lest the exultation they felt at the prospect of deliverance would be

so marked as to enrage the soldiery. Lionel's own company was standing

quietly and in good order in the market-place, and as soon as he

received orders as to the point that he should occupy on the walls

Lionel marched them away.

In half an hour the Spanish batteries, which had been erected during

the night, opened fire upon several points of the walls. The town was

ill provided with artillery, and the answer was feeble, and before

evening several breaches had been effected, two of the gates blown in,

and the Spaniards advanced to the assault. Lionel and his company, with

one composed of Huguenot gentlemen and their retainers and another of

Germans, defended the gate at which they were posted with great

bravery, and succeeded in repulsing the attacks of the Spaniards time

after time. The latter pressed forward in heavy column, only to recoil

broken and shattered from the archway, which was filled high with their

dead. The defenders had just succeeded in repulsing the last of these

attacks, when some soldiers ran by shouting "All is lost, the Spaniards

have entered the town at three points!"

The German company at once disbanded and scattered. The Huguenot noble

said to Lionel: "I fear that the news is true; listen to the shouts and

cries in the town behind us. I will march with my men and see if there

is any chance of beating back the Spaniards; if not it were best to lay

down our arms and ask for quarter. Will you try to hold this gate until

I return?"

"I will do so," Lionel said; "but I have only about thirty men left,

and if the Spaniards come on again we cannot hope to repulse them."

"If I am not back in ten minutes it will be because all is lost," the

Huguenot said; "and you had then best save yourself as you can."

But long before the ten minutes passed crowds of fugitives ran past,

and Lionel learned that great numbers of the enemy had entered, and

that they were refusing quarter and slaying all they met.

"It is useless to stay here longer to be massacred," he said to his

men. "I should advise you to take refuge in the churches, leaving your

arms behind you as you enter. It is evident that further resistance is

useless, and would only cost us our lives. The Spaniards are twenty to

one, and it is evident that all hope of resistance is at an end." The

men were only too glad to accept the advice, and, throwing down their

arms, hurried away. Lionel sheathed his sword, and with the greatest

difficulty made his way through the scene of wild confusion to the

house where he had lodged. The doors of most of the houses were fast

closed, and the inhabitants wore hurling down missiles of all kinds

from the upper windows upon their late masters. The triumphant shouts

of the Spaniards rose loud in the air, mingled with despairing cries

and the crack of firearms. Lionel had several narrow escapes from the

missiles thrown from the windows and roofs, but reached the house of

the merchant safely. The door was half opened.

"Thanks be to heaven that you have come. I had well-nigh given you up,

and in another minute should have closed the door. The women are all

below, but I waited until the last minute for you."

Barring the door Lionel's host led the way downstairs into a great

cellar, which served as a warehouse, and extended under the whole

house. He made his way through the boxes and bales to the darkest

corner of the great cellar. Here he pulled up a flag and showed another

narrow stair, at the bottom of which a torch was burning. Bidding

Lionel descend he followed him, lowered the flag behind him, and then

led the way along a narrow passage, at the end of which was a door.

Opening it Lionel found himself in an arched chamber. Two torches were

burning, and the merchant's wife and daughters and the two female

domestics were assembled. There was a general exclamation of gladness

as Lionel entered.

"We have been greatly alarmed," the mercer's wife said, "lest you

should not be able to gain the house, Master Vickars; for we heard that

the Spaniards are broken in at several points."

"It was fortunately at the other end of the town to that at which I was

stationed," Lionel said; "and I was just in time. You have a grand

hiding-place here. It looks like the crypt of a church."

"That is just what it is," the mercer said. "It was the church of a

monastery that stood here a hundred years ago. The monks then moved

into a grander place in Paris, and the monastery and church which

adjoined our house were pulled down and houses erected upon the site.

My grandfather, knowing of the existence of the crypt, thought that it

might afford a rare hiding-place in case of danger, and had the passage

driven from his cellar into it. Its existence could never be suspected;

for as our cellar extends over the whole of our house, as can easily be

seen, none would suspect that there was a hiding-place without our

walls. There are three or four chambers as large as this. One of them

is stored with all my choicest silks and velvets, another will serve as

a chamber for you and me. I have enough provisions for a couple of

months, and even should they burn the house down we are safe enough

here."

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