Said Markus, "There are thousands starving here, and infinitely many more in all parts of my Father's world, but yet none cry a tear too much who cry as you do now. The tears that the angels will shed for Johannes, he will need as much as Keesje needs these tears of his." XXI At last they had had enough of smiling, of dining, and of bowing, and the King and Queen were actually to be married in the Cathedral, at eleven o'clock in the morning. Furthermore, it was to be a great feast day, with brilliant illuminations at night, in all the towns of the good Netherlands. * * * * * What Hakkema had said of Markus--that he had escaped from an asylum--was not true. He had simply been released because he was not considered dangerous, and because, nowadays, the asylums, especially those of the working-class, are already too crowded. But he had been warned sternly that a watch would be kept over him, and that he would be rearrested at the slightest disturbance of the peace. Since the indignation meeting, the police had been a number of times to see Roodhuis, to inquire after Markus. It was further said that he had been advised not to speak in public, because such speaking might furnish a pretext for his immediate arrest. Markus had not again spoken in public, but had been seeking work. Sometimes he went afoot to neighboring towns, many hours' distant--but always fruitlessly. He did not always lodge with Roodhuis, but sometimes with a kind-hearted and trusted friend, at another place. Johannes noticed that Markus was very poor, for he was obliged to live upon what his friends gave him, and they could spare but little. "Why do we not travel together, we three," asked Johannes, "just as we used to? We could surely earn our living." "Yes, those were good times," said Marjon. "And if Markus would go with us, we would have still better ones. He makes even better music than ours. We shall earn money." But Markus shook his head. "No, dear children, for us three those good times will not come again. My singing-time is passed, and I must remain here, for my task is not yet done. But it soon will be." "And then shall we go together?" asked Marjon. "No; then I shall go alone," replied Markus, briefly. "Why alone?" asked Johannes and Marjon, almost in the same breath. And there followed a silence of some moments' duration. Then said Markus: "You will be faithful and remember me and my words, and act as if I were with you, will you not?" They sighed, and thereafter their words were few and brief; nor did they sing. * * * * * But on the morning of that festal day, when the bells of all the Netherlands were ringing, Markus came into the little tavern with a face more joyful than Johannes had ever seen him wear. His eyes shone, and a smile was on his lips. "Do you hear the bells, Johannes?" asked he. "It is a holiday." Johannes had entirely forgotten about the holiday.