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John　looked。　The　whole　mass　of　the　populace　from　the　

Buytenhof　appeared　at　the　extremity　of　the　street　along　

which　the　carriage　was　to　proceed；　and　its　stream　moved　

roaring　and　rapid；　as　if　lashed　on　by　a　hurricane。　



〃Stop　and　get　off；〃　said　John　to　the　coachman；　〃it　is　

useless　to　go　any　farther；　we　are　lost！〃　



〃Here　they　are！　here　they　are！〃　five　hundred　voices　were　

crying　at　the　same　time。　



〃Yes；　here　they　are；　the　traitors；　the　murderers；　the　

assassins！〃　answered　the　men　who　were　running　after　the　

carriage　to　the　people　who　were　coming　to　meet　it。　The　

former　carried　in　their　arms　the　bruised　body　of　one　of　

their　companions；　who；　trying　to　seize　the　reins　of　the　

horses；　had　been　trodden　down　by　them。　



This　was　the　object　over　which　the　two　brothers　had　felt　

their　carriage　pass。　



The　coachman　stopped；　but；　however　strongly　his　master　urged　

him；　he　refused　to　get　off　and　save　himself。　



In　an　instant　the　carriage　was　hemmed　in　between　those　who　

followed　and　those　who　met　it。　It　rose　above　the　mass　of　

moving　heads　like　a　floating　island。　But　in　another　instant　

it　came　to　a　dead　stop。　A　blacksmith　had　with　his　hammer　

struck　down　one　of　the　horses；　which　fell　in　the　traces。　



At　this　moment；　the　shutter　of　a　window　opened；　and　

disclosed　the　sallow　face　and　the　dark　eyes　of　the　young　

man；　who　with　intense　interest　watched　the　scene　which　was　

preparing。　Behind　him　appeared　the　head　of　the　officer；　

almost　as　pale　as　himself。　



〃Good　heavens；　Monseigneur；　what　is　going　on　there？〃　

whispered　the　officer。　



〃Something　very　terrible；　to　a　certainty；〃　replied　the　

other。　



〃Don't　you　see；　Monseigneur；　they　are　dragging　the　Grand　

Pensionary　from　the　carriage；　they　strike　him；　they　tear　him　

to　pieces！〃　



〃Indeed；　these　people　must　certainly　be　prompted　by　a　most　

violent　indignation；〃　said　the　young　marl；　with　the　same　

impassible　tone　which　he　had　preserved　all　along。　



〃And　here　is　Cornelius；　whom　they　now　likewise　drag　out　of　

the　carriage；　　Cornelius；　who　is　already　quite　broken　and　

mangled　by　the　torture。　Only　look；　look！〃　



〃Indeed；　it　is　Cornelius；　and　no　mistake。〃　



The　officer　uttered　a　feeble　cry；　and　turned　his　head　away；　

the　brother　of　the　Grand　Pensionary；　before　having　set　foot　

on　the　ground；　whilst　still　on　the　bottom　step　of　the　

carriage；　was　struck　down　with　an　iron　bar　which　broke　his　

skull。　He　rose　once　more；　but　immediately　fell　again。　



Some　fellows　then　seized　him　by　the　feet；　and　dragged　him　

into　the　crowd；　into　the　middle　of　which　one　might　have　

followed　his　bloody　track；　and　he　was　soon　closed　in　among　

the　savage　yells　of　malignant　exultation。　



The　young　man　　a　thing　which　would　have　been　thought　

impossible　　grew　even　paler　than　before；　and　his　eyes　were　

for　a　moment　veiled　behind　the　lids。　



The　officer　saw　this　sign　of　compassion；　and；　wishing　to　

avail　himself　of　this　softened　tone　of　his　feelings；　

continued；　　



〃Come；　come；　Monseigneur；　for　here　they　are　also　going　to　

murder　the　Grand　Pensionary。〃　



But　the　young　man　had　already　opened　his　eyes　again。　



〃To　be　sure；〃　he　said。　〃These　people　are　really　implacable。　

It　does　no　one　good　to　offend　them。〃　



〃Monseigneur；〃　said　the　officer；　〃may　not　one　save　this　poor　

man；　who　has　been　your　Highness's　instructor？　If　there　be　

any　means；　name　it；　and　if　I　should　perish　in　the　attempt　

　〃　



William　of　Orange　　for　he　it　was　　knit　his　brows　in　a　

very　forbidding　manner；　restrained　the　glance　of　gloomy　

malice　which　glistened　in　his　half…closed　eye；　and　answered；　

　



〃Captain　Van　Deken；　I　request　you　to　go　and　look　after　my　

troops；　that　they　may　be　armed　for　any　emergency。〃　



〃But　am　I　to　leave　your　Highness　here；　alone；　in　the　

presence　of　all　these　murderers？〃　



〃Go；　and　don't　you　trouble　yourself　about　me　more　than　I　do　

myself；〃　the　Prince　gruffly　replied。　



The　officer　started　off　with　a　speed　which　was　much　less　

owing　to　his　sense　of　military　obedience　than　to　his　

pleasure　at　being　relieved　from　the　necessity　of　witnessing　

the　shocking　spectacle　of　the　murder　of　the　other　brother。　



He　had　scarcely　left　the　room；　when　John　　who；　with　an　

almost　superhuman　effort；　had　reached　the　stone　steps　of　a　

house　nearly　opposite　that　where　his　former　pupil　concealed　

himself　　began　to　stagger　under　the　blows　which　were　

inflicted　on　him　from　all　sides；　calling　out；　　



〃My　brother！　where　is　my　brother？〃　



One　of　the　ruffians　knocked　off　his　hat　with　a　blow　of　his　

clenched　fist。　



Another　showed　to　him　his　bloody　hands；　for　this　fellow　had　

ripped　open　Cornelius　and　disembowelled　him；　and　was　now　

hastening　to　the　spot　in　order　not　to　lose　the　opportunity　

of　serving　the　Grand　Pensionary　in　the　same　manner；　whilst　

they　were　dragging　the　dead　body　of　Cornelius　to　the　gibbet。　



John　uttered　a　cry　of　agony　and　grief；　and　put　one　of　his　

hands　before　his　eyes。　



〃Oh；　you　close　your　eyes；　do　you？〃　said　one　of　the　soldiers　

of　the　burgher　guard；　〃well；　I　shall　open　them　for　you。〃　



And　saying　this　he　stabbed　him　with　his　pike　in　the　face；　

and　the　blood　spurted　forth。　



〃My　brother！〃　cried　John　de　Witt；　trying　to　see　through　the　

stream　of　blood　which　blinded　him；　what　had　become　of　

Cornelius；　〃my　brother；　my　brother！〃　



〃Go　and　run　after　him！〃　bellowed　another　murderer；　putting　

his　musket　to　his　temples　and　pulling　the　trigger。　



But　the　gun　did　not　go　off。　



The　fellow　then　turned　his　musket　round；　and；　taking　it　by　

the　barrel　with　both　hands；　struck　John　de　Witt　down　with　

the　butt…end。　John　staggered　and　fell　down　at　his　feet；　but；　

raising　himself　with　a　last　effort；　he　once　more　called　out；　

　



〃My　brother！〃　with　a　voice　so　full　of　anguish　that　the　young　

man　opposite　closed　the　shutter。　



There　remained　little　more　to　see；　a　third　murderer　fired　a　

pistol　with　the　muzzle　to　his　face；　and　this　time　the　shot　

took　effect；　blowing　out　his　brains。　John　de　Witt　fell　to　

rise　no　more。　



On　this；　every　one　of　the　miscreants；　emboldened　by　his　

fall；　wanted　to　fire　his　gun　at　him；　or　strike　him　with　

blows　of　the　sledge…hammer；　or　stab　him　with　a　knife　or　

swords；　every　one　wanted　to　draw　a　drop　of　blood　from　the　

fallen　hero；　and　tear　off　a　shred　from　his　garments。　



And　after　having　mangled；　and　torn；　and　completely　stripped　

the　two　brothers；　the　mob　dragged　their　naked　and　bloody　

bodies　to　an　extemporised　gibbet；　where　amateur　executioners　

hung　them　up　by　the　feet。　



Then　came　the　most　dastardly　scoundrels　of　all；　who　not　

having　dared　to　strike　the　living　flesh；　cut　the　dead　in　

pieces；　and　then　went　about　the　town　selling　small　slices　of　

the　bodies　of　John　and　Cornelius　at　ten　sous　a　piece。　



We　cannot　take　upon　ourselves　to　say　whether；　through　the　

almost　imperceptible　chink　of　the　shutter；　the　young　man　

witnessed　the　conclusion　of　this　shocking　scene；　but　at　the　

very　moment　when　they　were　hanging　the　two　martyrs　on　the　

gibbet　he　passed　through　the　terrible　mob；　which　was　too　

much　absorbed　in　the　task；　so　grateful　to　its　taste；　to　take　

any　notice　of　him；　and　thus　he　reached　unobserved　the　

Tol…Hek；　which　was　still　closed。　



〃Ah！　sir；〃　said　the　gatekeeper；　〃do　you　bring　me　the　key？〃　



〃Yes；　my　man；　here　it　is。〃　



〃It　is　most　unfortunate　that　you　did　not　bring　me　that　key　

only　one　quarter　of　an　hour　sooner；〃　said　the　gatekeeper；　

with　a　sigh。　



〃And　why　that？〃　asked　the　other。　



〃Because　I　might　have　opened　the　gate　to　Mynheers　de　Witt；　

whereas；　finding　the　gate　locked；　they　were　obliged　to　

retrace　their　steps。〃　



〃Gate！　gate！〃　cried　a　voice　which　seemed　to　be　that　of　a　man　

in　a　hurry。　



The　Prince；　turning　round；　observed　Captain　Van　Deken。　



〃Is　that　you；　Captain？〃　he　said。　〃You　are　not　yet　out　of　the　

Hague？　This　is　executing　my　orders　very　slowly。〃　



〃Monseigneur；〃　replied　the　Captain；　〃this　is　the　third　gate　

at　which　I　have　presented　myself；　the　other　two　were　

closed。〃　



〃Well；　this　good　man　will　open　this　one　for　you；　do　it；　my　

friend。〃　



The　last　words　were　addressed　to　the　gatekeeper；　who　stood　

quite　thunderstruck　on　hearing　Captain　Van　Deken　addressing　

by　the　title　of　Monseigneur　this　pale　young　man；　to　whom　he　

himself　had　spoken　in　such　a　familiar　way。　



As　it　were　to　make　up　for　his　fault；　he　hastened　to　open　the　

gate；　which　swung　creaking　on　its　hinges。　



〃Will　Monseigneur　avail　himself　of　my　horse？〃　asked　the　

Captain。　



〃I　thank　you；　Captain；　I　shall　use　my　own　steed；　which　is　

waiting　for　me　close　at　hand。〃　



And　taking　from　his　pocket　a　golden　whistle；　such　as　was　

generally　used　at　that　time　for　summoning　the　servants；　he　

sounded　it　with　a　shrill　and　prolonged　call；　on　which　an　

equerry　on　horseback　speedily　made　his　appearance；　lead