A Gentleman-at-Arms: Being Passages in the Life of Sir Christopher Rudd, KnightStrang, Herbert
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A Gentleman-at-Arms: Being Passages in the Life of Sir Christopher Rudd, Knight
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Juvenile fiction
Upon this the Burgomaster looked somewhat more cheerfully; but again his
face fell, and he turned away his eyes, as with a faltering voice he
told me that he had ordered my arrest.
"And here is the Captain of the Guard," said I, as I heard his clanking
step without, "come for the cancelment of your warrant."
The Burgomaster was overcome with humiliation when aware that I knew
already of the warrant. He tore the paper passionately across, and wept
hot tears when he placed the captain’s hand in mine and bade him cherish
me as an honest man. There was ever something of the play actor about
goodman Burgomaster.
And now I have told my story. You may like to know that the city did
not yield to the Spaniards, but held out for a good month beyond, and
was then relieved by Prince Maurice, who advanced through a fierce
rainstorm at the head of a large and well-furnished army. I was
presented to him on his entrance by Sir Francis Vere, who with a grave
countenance related how he had chosen me, as one expert in war and
cunning in counsel, to assist the burghers in their extremity. When the
Prince had thanked me in the name of the United States of the
Netherlands, and invited me to continue in his service, Sir Francis drew
me aside and said in my ear—
"Thou’rt a cunning rascal, and be hanged to thee."
But I leave you to say whether ’twas cunning that served me best.
The praises and blessings heaped upon me by the two ladies, the mother
and the sweetheart of Jan Verhoeff, were dearer to me even than the
commendation of Prince Maurice. Methinks it is better to make two or
three happy than to take a fenced city. In the spring of the next year
Jan wrote me word that he had been made councillor and town clerk of
Bargen, and was now the husband of pretty Mistress Jacqueline.
I had almost forgot to say that such pricks of conscience as beset me
for permitting Volmar to escape a traitor’s doom were stilled but a few
days after he in secret quitted the city. His dead body was then
discovered in the moat. Whether he was drowned in swimming, or removed
(as he would have said) by the Spaniards for that he had failed them, I
know not; only I believe in my heart that justice was done.
[Illustration: tailpiece to Third Part]
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