soldiery had mocked them. “Who is afraid of you! You are nothing but a pack of beggars!” scoffed the Spaniards. “Very well!” replied the hot-headed Zeelanders. “Ye shall see how beggars can fight!” And truly they made a ferocious crew, as the Spanish found later, to their surprise and dismay. They neither gave nor took quarter, for theirs was a battle to the death, and woe to the luckless Spaniard who fell within their power! “Long live the Beggars!” was their rallying cry, and “Long live the Beggars!” now echoed in shout upon shout from Hengist Hill, by the crowds that had followed the burgomaster to the summit. Hope was once more restored, and Leyden gathered herself together and drew a long breath of renewed courage.
But before the consummation of this hope there was much to be done, and many battles to fight. The Land-scheiding lay before the fleet guarded by Spanish troops, and all about, the villages and fortresses were in
