He had not taken Brussels, but assuredly Brussels had taken him.

All day long he was kept in his self-elected prison and pillory, bursting with rage and shame.

His soldiers, who were without meat or drink, became insolent and uproarious, and he was doomed also to hear the bitter and well-merited taunts of the towns-people.

A thousand stinging gibes, suggested by his name and the locality, were mercilessly launched upon him.

He was asked if he came thither to seek his father's head.