"And you did right, monseigneur; besides, whatever you do, you do well. But I have not lost my time on the road, either." "We know by our spies," said the burgomaster, "that a movement is preparing in the French camp; they are making ready for an attack, but as we do not know on which side it will come, we have disposed the guns so that they may be equally distributed over the whole rampart." "That is wise," replied the unknown, with a slight smile to William, who held his tongue, and let the bourgeois speak of war. "We have done the same with our civic guards; they are spread over the whole wall, and have orders to run at once to the point of attack. However, it is the opinion of the greater number of our members that it is impossible that the French meditate anything but a feigned attack." "And what purpose would that serve?" "To intimidate us, and induce us to admit them amicably." The stranger looked again at the Prince of Orange, who listened to all this in the most careless manner, which almost amounted to disdain. "However," said another voice, "some fancied they could distinguish preparations for attack in the camp this evening." "Mere suspicions," said the burgomaster; "I examined the camp myself with an excellent spy-glass. The men were preparing for sleep, and the duke was dining in his tent." The unknown threw a new glance at the prince, and fancied that this time he gave a slight smile. "Gentlemen," said the unknown, "you are in error; a regular assault is preparing against you, and your plans, however good, are incomplete." "But, monseigneur--" "Incomplete in this, that you expect an attack, and have prepared to meet it." "Certainly." "Well, it is you who will make the attack, not wait for it, if you will trust to me."--"Ah!" cried William, "that is something like speaking." "At this moment," said the stranger, who saw that he might reckon on the prince's support, "the ships of M. de Joyeuse are getting ready." "How do you know that, monseigneur?" cried many voices together. "I know it," replied he. A murmur of doubt was half uttered, but the stranger caught it. "Do you doubt it?" asked he, in the tone of a man accustomed to control all fears, prejudices, and self-loves. "We do not doubt it if your highness says it; but if you will permit us to observe--" "Speak." "That if it were so we should have had tidings of it." "How so?"--"By our spies." CHAPTER LXIV. MONSEIGNEUR. At this moment another man entered the hall, and came forward respectfully. "Ah! it is you, my friend," said the burgomaster. "Myself, monsieur," replied the man. "Monseigneur," said the burgomaster, "it is the man whom we sent to reconnoiter."