ammer-strokes to smiths.

Count Philipp had no suspicion of the assault, was not permitted
to suspect anything. He attributed Ulrich's agitated manner to the
rejection he had encountered in his father's house, and when he took
leave of him on his departure to Swabia, talked kindly with his former
schoolmate and advised him to leave the Spanish flag and try once more
to be reconciled to the old man.

Before the Eletto quitted the city, he gave Hans Eitelfritz, whose
regiment had secretly joined the mutiny, letters of safeguard for his
family and the artist, Moor.

He had not forgotten the latter, but well-founded timidity withheld
him from appearing before the honored man, while cherishing the gloomy
thoughts that now filled his soul.

In Aalst the mutineers received him with eager joy, harsh and repellent
as he appeared, they cheerfully obeyed him; for he could hold out to
them a prospect, which lured a bright smile to the bearded lips of the
grimmest warrior.

If power was the word, he scarcely understood how to use it aright,
for wholly absorbed in himself, he led a joyless life of dissatisfied
longing and gloomy reverie.

It seemed to him as if he had lost one half of himself, and needed Ruth
to become the whole man. Hours grew to days, days to weeks, and not
until Roda's messenger appeared from the citadel in Antwerp to summon
him to action, did he revive and regain his old vivacity.

CHAPTER XXX.

On the twentieth of October Mastricht fell into the Spaniards' hands,
and was cruelly pillaged. The garrison of Antwerp rose and began to make
common cause with the friends of the mutineers in the citadel.

Foreign merchants fled from the imperilled city. Governor Champagny
saw his own person and the cause of order seriously threatened by the
despots in the fortress, which dominated the town. A Netherland army,
composed principally of Walloons, under the command of the incapable
Marquis Havre, the reckless de Heze and other nobles appeared before the
capital, to prevent the worst.

Champagny feared that the German regiments would feel insulted and scent
treason, if he admitted the government troops--but the majority of
the lansquenets were already in league with the insurgents, the danger
hourly increased, everywhere loyalty wavered, the citizens urgently
pressed the matter, and the gates were opened to the Netherlanders.

Count Oberstein, the German commander of the lansquenets, who while
intoxicated