indeed by killing that wretch who was known as the professor and the of the gate martin carrying who is wounded upon his back i am indeed rejoiced cried excitedly be silent his mother and he knew that the worst had overtaken him my husband your has not escaped he is in the prison still for there i have just him farewell and the sentence upon him is that he shall be starved to death in a cell overlooking the kitchen oh cried and groaned it was my good or my evil fortune went on in a voice of ice to see the written evidence upon which my husband your brother and martin were condemned to death on the grounds of rebellion and the killing of the king s servants at the foot of it duly witnessed stands the signature of � van s jaw fell she stared at the traitor like one while seizing the back of a chair rested upon it and rocked his body to and fro have you anything to say asked there was still one chance for the wretched man � had he been more than he was he might have denied all knowledge of the signature but to do this never occurred to him instead he plunged into a wandering scarcely intelligible explanation for even in his dreadful plight his vanity would not permit him to tell all the truth before moreover in that fearful silence soon he became utterly bewildered till at length he hardly knew what he was saying and in the end came to a full stop i understand you to admit that you signed this paper in the house of and in the presence of a man called he who is governor of the prison and who showed it to me said lifting her head which had sunk upon her breast yes mother i signed something but a meeting and a parting i wish to hear no more interrupted whether your motive was jealousy or or wickedness of heart or fear you signed that which had you been a man you would have suffered yourself to be torn to pieces with before you put a pen to it moreover you gave your evidence fully and freely for i have read it and supported it with the severed finger of the woman which you stole from s room you are the murderer of your benefactor and of your mother s heart and the would be murderer of your brother and of martin when you were born the mad wife who nursed me that you should be put to death lest you should live to bring evil upon me and mine i refused and you have brought the evil upon us all but most i think upon your own soul i do not curse you i call down no ill upon you i give you over into the hands of god to deal with as he sees fit here is money � and going to her desk she took from it a heavy purse of gold which had been prepared for their flight and thrust it into the pocket of his wiping her fingers upon her after she had touched him go hence and never let me see your face again you were born of my body you are my flesh and blood but for this world and the next i you i know you not murderer get you gone fell upon the ground he before his mother trying to kiss the hem of her dress while sobbed aloud but him in the face with her foot saying get you gone before i call up such servants as are left to me to thrust you to the street then rose and with great of agony like some sore wounded thing crept from that awful and majestic presence of outraged crept down the stair and away into the city when he had gone took pen and paper and wrote in large letters these words � notice to all the good citizens of called van upon whose written evidence his van his half brother van and the serving man martin have been condemned to death in the by torment starvation water fire and sword is known here no longer van then she called a servant and gave orders that this paper should be nailed upon the front door of the house where every by might read it it is done she said cease weeping and lead me to my bed whence i pray god that i may never rise again two days went by and a fugitive rode into the city a worn and wounded man of with horror stamped upon his face what news cried the people in the market place him be gasped i come from what of and its citizens asked van de stepping forward don has taken it the have them old and young men women and children they are all i escaped but for two and more i heard the sound of the death wail of give me wine they gave him wine and by slow degrees in broken sen he told the tale of one of the most awful crimes that ever was committed in the name of christ by cruel man against god and his own fellows it is written large in history we need not repeat it here a meeting and a then when they knew the truth up from that multitude of the men of went a roar of wrath and a cry to vengeance for their kin they took arms each what he had the his sword the his fish spear the his ox or his pick leaders sprang up to command them and there arose a shout of to the gates to the free the prisoners they round the hateful place thousands of them tlie was up but they the moat some shots were fired at them then the defence ceased they battered 