Leatherface: A Tale of Old FlandersOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
History
Leatherface: A Tale of Old Flanders
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
Flanders -- History -- Fiction
He wheeled his horse round and, wholly callous and unconcerned, he rode
back slowly over the bridge.
As soon as the last of the Spaniards had filed under the gate-house of
the Kasteel and the drawbridge was once more raised, Mark van Rycke
turned with unwonted peremptoriness to his friends who were crowding
round him, eagerly approving of what he had done.
"Van Deynse," he said curtly, "to-morrow at dawn, see that your
musketeers are massed inside the ruins of the Tanners’ Guild House, and
you, Laurence, place three hundred of your picked archers under the
cover of the Vish Mart. Lannoy, your pikemen beneath the arcades of the
Abbey opposite St. Baafs, and you, Groobendock, yours in the doorways of
the houses opposite St. Pharaïlde, and every one of you under arms. Let
the Spaniards pray in peace if they have not lied. But at the first
sign of treachery, remember your wives and your daughters and do not
spare the murderers of your children or the desecrators of your homes."
CHAPTER XVII
TRUTH AND PERFIDY
I
The cathedral bells of St. Baafs were the first to ring on that
unforgettable 23rd day of October which was the feast of the Holy
Redeemer: the appealing, sweet, melancholy sound came clearly through
the humid air. Lenora, who was in her room with Grete, stood quite
still for a moment and listened. The bells of St. Pharaïlde took up the
call, then those of St. Jakab and St. Agneten until the clang of bells
echoed from end to end of the city and drowned every other sound--of
strife or of misery. The roar of the artillery now was mute, the clash
of pikes and lances was no longer heard--only that curious medley of
weird and terrible sounds still lingered in the air--a medley made up of
sighs and groans, of men falling down exhausted with pain, of masonry
still crumbling and woodwork still sizzling--a medley to which now was
added the roll of drums which on either side called to the men to lay
aside their strife and to go and pray in peace.
On the walls of the castle-yard the Duke’s proclamation of the Lord’s
Day truce was posted up and he himself was giving a few brief orders to
his captains:
"Let the men understand," he said, "that they are free to go to Mass in
the various churches of the city, and that they can do so without the
slightest fear. But they must all be back inside the Kasteel precincts
by two hours after noon. Let the couriers go to the gate-houses at the
six Poorts and issue the same orders there, and have the proclamation
posted up. Make it known here as well as at the Poorts that if any man
fails to respect the truce, if there is any brawling in the streets or
in the taverns, I shall proceed with merciless severity against the
culprits."
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