H. Rider Haggard

“ When Adrian had seen the wounded Spanish soldiers and their bearers torn to pieces by the rabble, and had heard the great door of the Gevangenhuis close upon Foy and Martin, he turned to go home with his evil news. But for a long while the mob would not go home, and had it not been that the drawbridge over the moat in front of the prison was up, and that they had no means of crossing it, probably they would have attacked the building then and there. ”

“ She was sitting straight upright in her chair, her hands resting upon her knees, staring out of the window with a face like marble.
"I cannot find him," he began, "but Foy and Martin are taken after a great fight in which Foy was wounded. They are in the Gevangenhuis."
"I know all," interrupted Lysbeth in a cold, heavy voice. "My husband is taken also. Someone must have betrayed them. May God reward him! Leave me, Adrian."
Then Adrian turned and crept away to his own chamber, his heart so full of remorse and shame that at times he thought that it must burst. ”

“ You must bear your burden, they must bear theirs, I must bear mine; we must all wander through the night not knowing where we wander till God causes the dawn to break, the dawn of freedom and retribution. ”

“ The Spanish troops in Leyden are not many, it is true, but more have been sent for from Haarlem and elsewhere after the troubles of yesterday arising out of the capture of Foy and Martin, and in forty-eight hours at the longest they will be here. This town is not provisioned for a siege, its citizens are not trained to arms, and we have little powder stored. Moreover, the city council is divided. For the killing of the Spanish soldiers we may compound, but if we attack the Gevangenhuis, that is open rebellion, and we shall bring the army of Don Frederic down upon us. ”

“ Is the Prince of Orange coming, perchance, to set all of us poor prisoners free?" and he smiled sadly.
"Umph!" grunted the man, "we have prisoners here who set themselves free without waiting for any Prince of Orange. Magicians they must be--magicians and nothing less." ”

“ Next he turned towards the door of the court-room.
"Where are you going?" asked Foy.
"To bid _him_ farewell," hissed Martin.
"You're mad," said Foy; "let's fly while we can. That door may give--they are shouting."
"Perhaps you are right," answered Martin doubtfully. "Come. On to my back with you."
A few seconds later the two soldiers on guard outside the Gevangenhuis were amazed to see a huge, red-bearded man, naked save for a loin-cloth, and waving a great bare sword, who carried upon his back another man, rush straight at them with a roar. They never waited his onset ”

“ When at length Ramiro, growing weary of waiting, came out from an inner chamber beyond the court-room, where he had been writing, to find the Professor and the porter dead in the passage, and the yelling guard locked in his own torture-chamber, why, then those sentries declared that they had seen nothing at all of prisoners clothed or naked. ”

“ You will begin upon the big one, and from time to time report progress, and be sure, if he becomes willing to reveal what I want to know--never mind what it is, that is my affair--come to summon me at once. ”