"Spy as well as rebel!" they cried out to him wrathfully.
"Pity he cannot hang more than once," added de Vargas with bitter spite.
But to Alva the personality of the rebel was of no consequence. What cared he if the man was called van Rycke and was the husband of his friend"s daughter? There stood an abominable rebel who had gained by treachery and stealth a momentary advantage over the forces of his suzerain Lord the King, and who would presently suffer along with the whole of this insurgent city the utmost rigour of Alva"s laws! In the meanwhile he deigned to parley with the lout, for he was sore pressed inside the Kasteel, and the messengers who were speeding to Dendermonde for reinforcements could not possibly bring help for at least another four-and-twenty hours.
Therefore, now he--the Lieutenant-Governor of the Netherlands and Captain-General of His Majesty"s forces--demanded attention in the name of the King.
"Do ye come as traitors?" he asked in a loud voice, "or as loyal men?
If as traitors ye shall die ere ye advance another step. But if ye are loyal men, then listen, for I will speak with you in amity and peace."
"Thou knowest best, Magnificence," came Mark"s clear voice out of the group, "if we are loyal men or no. Thou didst send an emissary to us; he goeth back to thee unhurt: thou standest before our bowmen even now and not an arrow hath touched thine armour. We are loyal men and are prepared to listen to what ye have to say."
"Listen then," resumed the Duke curtly, "but let no false hopes lure ye the while. Ye are rebels and are under the ban of the law. Nothing but unconditional surrender can win mercy for your city."
"Nothing but humility can save thee from the wrath of G.o.d," retorted Mark boldly. "We are unconquered, Magnificence! and "tis thou who askest to parley--not we."
"I do not ask," retorted Alva loudly, "I demand."
"Then since "tis the vanquished who demand, let us hear what they wish to say."
"To-morrow is Sunday, rebel, hadst forgotten that?"
"No, tyrant, I had not. G.o.d hath forbidden us to work on that day, but not to fight against oppression."
"He hath also enjoined us to attend Ma.s.s on His day. Are ye heretics that ye care naught for that?"
"We care for the Lord"s Day as much as Spaniards do."
"Yet will ye prevent His people from praying in peace!"
"We"ll pray for those whom thy tyranny keeps locked up within thy castle walls."
"Not so," exclaims Alva, "my men are free to go: they will attend Ma.s.s in the churches of this city. Will you butcher them whilst they are at prayer?"
There was no immediate reply to this taunt, but from the insurgents"
ranks there came a loud, warning call:
"Do not heed him, van Rycke! Remember Egmont and Horne! Do not fall into the tyrant"s trap! There"s treachery in every word he says."
Alva waited in silence until the tumult had subsided. He knew what he wanted and why he wanted it. A few hours" respite would mean salvation for him ... a few hours! ... and the garrison of Dendermonde would be on its way to Ghent. He wanted to stay the hand of time for those few hours and had invented this treacherous means to gain that end.
""Tis no wonder," he said quietly as soon as the clamour on the Orangist side was stilled, "that ye who are traitors should seek treachery everywhere. What I propose is loyal and just and in accordance with G.o.d"s own decrees. If ye refuse, ye do so at the peril of thousands of immortal souls."
"We know not yet what it is ye ask," said van Rycke quietly.
"We demand a truce until the evening Angelus to-morrow--the Lord"s Day which is also the feast of the Holy Redeemer. We demand the right to attend Ma.s.s in peace ... and in exchange we"ll agree not to molest you whilst ye pray and whilst ye bury your dead."
"A truce until the evening Angelus," broke in Mark hotly, "so that ye may send for reinforcements to the nearest garrison town. We refuse!"
"You refuse?" retorted Alva. "For two days and a night ye have raised your arms against your lawful King. If you fight to-morrow you will add sacrilege to your other crimes."
"And thou, treachery to thine!" said van Rycke boldly. "Whence this desire to keep holy the Sabbath day, tyrant? Wouldst thou have ceased to destroy, to pillage or to outrage this day if we had not raised our arms in our own defence?"
"Well said, van Rycke!" cried the Orangists.
"The immortal souls which your obstinacy would send to h.e.l.l," said the Duke of Alva, "will return and haunt you till they drag you back with them."
"Can you not pray in your Kasteel?" retorted Mark.
"We have no priest to say Ma.s.s for us."
"We will send you one."
"We have no consecrated chapel."
"The priest will say Ma.s.s in your castle-yard, beneath the consecrated dome of heaven. The Walloon prisoners whom we have taken are receiving the ministry of our priests in the guild-houses where they are held."
"Nay! but such makeshift would not satisfy the children of Spain who are also the chosen children of the Church. But," continued Alva with a sudden a.s.sumption of indifference, "I have made my proposal. Take it or not as ye list. But remember this: the dead who lie unburied in your streets will have their revenge. Pestilence and disease will sweep your city of your children, as soon as we have vanquished your men."
"Treachery!" cried some of the Orangists, "do not heed him, van Rycke."
But of a truth the cry was not repeated quite so insistently this time.
Alva"s last argument was an unanswerable one. Pestilence these days was a more formidable foe than the finest artillery wielded by a powerful enemy: there were over two thousand dead lying unburied in the city at this hour: as the tyrant said very truly, these would take a terrible revenge. And there was something too in the sanct.i.ty of the Lord"s Day which touched the hearts of these men who were deeply religious and devout and had a profound respect for the dictates of the Church. Most of them were Catholics--the importance of attending Ma.s.s on the Lord"s Day on pain of committing a deadly sin weighed hard upon their conscience. Alva was quick to note the advantage which he had already gained, and when the first dissentient voice among the Orangists was heard to say: "A truce can do no harm and "twere sacrilege to fight on the Lord"s Day," he broke in quickly:
"Nay! "tis not fighting ye would do, but murder. Aye! murder on the Day of the Holy Redeemer who died that ye should live.... My men are Catholic to a man! not one of them but would far rather let himself be butchered than commit a deadly sin. Rebels, who have outraged your King, to-morrow morning the church bells will be calling the faithful to the Holy Sacrifice: the truce which you refuse to hold with us we will grant you of our own free will. We will not fight you on the day of the feast of the Holy Redeemer. But to-morrow every Spaniard and every Walloon in our armies will go unarmed and present himself at your church doors. I--even I--with my captains and the members of the King"s Council will attend Ma.s.s at the church of St. Baafs and we will be unarmed, for we shall have placed ourselves under the care of the Holy Redeemer Himself. And now tell thy soldiers, rebel, tell them that Spaniards and Walloons will be in the churches of Ghent in their thousands and that they will be defenceless save for the armour of prayer which will encompa.s.s them as they kneel before the altar of G.o.d!"
"And in the meanwhile," retorted van Rycke, "ye will be sending to Dendermonde and Alost and Antwerpen: and when after the evening Angelus we take up arms once more against your tyranny, there will be five thousand more Spaniards at our gates."
"By the Holy Redeemer whom I herewith invoke," said Alva solemnly and raised his hand above his head with a gesture of invocation, "I swear that no messenger of mine shall leave the city before ye once more take up arms against your King. I swear that no messenger of mine hath left this city for the purpose of getting help from any garrison town, and may my soul be eternally d.a.m.ned if I do not speak the truth."
Those who were present at this memorable interview declare that when Alva registered this false and blasphemous oath a curious crimson light suddenly appeared in the East--so strong and lurid was it that the perjurer himself put up his hand for a second or two as if blinded by the light. Philip de Lannoy, seigneur de Beauvoir, a.s.sures us that the light was absolutely dazzling and of the colour of blood, but that he took it as a warning from G.o.d against the sacrilege of fighting on this holy day, and that it caused him to add the weight of his influence with Mark van Rycke to grant the truce which the Spaniards desired.
Undoubtedly, the solemn oath spoken by the tyrant who was such a devout and bigoted Catholic greatly worked upon the feelings of the Orangists: never for a moment did the suspicion of the oath being a false one enter their loyal heads: nor must they be blamed for their childish confidence in a man who had lied to them and deceived them so continuously for the past five years. They were so loyal themselves, such a trap as Alva was setting for them now was so far from their ken, that it was impossible for them to imagine such appalling treachery: as for the sanct.i.ty of an oath, they would as soon have thought of doubting the evidence of their own eyes.
Mark van Rycke, it is true, held out to the last. He knew these Spaniards better than those simple burghers did: not in vain had he spent his best years in the uncongenial task of worming out their secret plans--their treacherous devices--over tankards of ale and games of hazard in Flemish taverns. He mistrusted them all, he mistrusted Alva above all! he had no belief in that execrable monster"s oath.
"G.o.d is on our side!" he said quietly, "we"ll bury our dead when we can, and pray when G.o.d wills. He"ll forgive the breaking of His Sabbath for the justice of our cause.
"They are weary of the fight," he added obstinately, "we are not."
But already every one of his friends was urging him to grant the truce:
"For the sake of our women and children," said van Deynse who voiced the majority, "let there be no fighting to-morrow. The tyrant has pledged his immortal soul that he will not play us false. No man would dare to do that unless he meant to be true."
"Rebel!" now shouted Alva impatiently, "I await thine answer."
"Accept, van Rycke, accept," cried the Orangists unanimously now, "it is G.o.d"s will that we accept."
"I await thine answer, rebel," reiterated Alva.