The players were kings, and the people were stakes--not parties.

It was a chivalrous display in a war which was waged without honorable purpose, and in which no single lofty sentiment was involved.

The Flemish frontier was, however, saved for the time from the misery which was now to be inflicted upon the French border.

This was sufficient to cause the victory to be hailed as rapturously by the people as by the troops.

From that day forth the name of the brave Hollander was like the sound of a trumpet to the army.
"Egmont and Saint Quentin" rang through every mouth to the furthest extremity of Philip's realms.