Leatherface: A Tale of Old FlandersOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
History
Leatherface: A Tale of Old Flanders
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
Flanders -- History -- Fiction
"Seigniors," he began, "I am your servant and will do as you wish. I
have told you that I am no leader and am not fit to command ... yet you
choose to honour me, and this is no time for false humility and the
diffidence which is the attribute of cowards. But--despite your
gracious choice of me as your leader in this terrible emergency--will
you ere you finally decide to follow me hear from me what plan I should
pursue, and to what heights of self-sacrifice I would ask you to rise in
the face of the awful calamity which threatens our city. Seigniors," he
continued, and indeed now save for the ring of that deep-toned voice, so
great was the silence in the vast refectory that every heart-beat might
have been heard, "you have heard the decree of our tyrant. Unless we
deliver to him the precious person of our noble Prince, the whole city
will be delivered over to the brutal soldiery, who will pillage our
houses, desecrate our churches, murder and outrage our wives, our
mothers and our children--just as they did in Mons, in Valenciennes and
in Mechlin. Seigniors, we are men--all of us here--and at thought of
what awaits us and our fellow-citizens our very heart blood seems to
freeze with horror. It is of our women that we must think and of our
children! Thank God that the Prince knows nothing of this decree--which
hath been framed by the most inhuman monster the world hath ever
known--or of a certainty he would have gone straight to the Kasteel and
given up his precious life to save our fellow-citizens. Seigniors, what
the Prince would have done, we know; and as he would have acted, so must
we be prepared to act. But before I parted from him, I had his advice
on the plan which I now beg leave to place before you. On my word of
honour, seigniors, he approved of it in its entirety, and much that I
will submit to you anon hath been framed under his guidance."
He paused awhile and through the holes in the mask his glowing eyes
searched the faces of his listeners with a masterful glance that was
both challenging and appealing.
"Every one of us here," he said abruptly, "is, I know, ready to
sacrifice his life for faith, for freedom and country, and ere we give
in to the monstrous tyranny which hath planned the destruction of our
city we must fight, seigniors, fight to the death, fight for every inch
of our ground, fight for every homestead which we would save from
outrage. Death awaits us all anyhow, then at any rate with God’s help
let us die fighting to the end."
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