Let some one else endure to be the slave of a master, who tortures and despises us! My holy religion is eternal and indestructible.

Even if it is hateful to many of the Beggars, that shall not trouble me--if only they will help break the Spanish chains." Amid such conversation they walked through the Castilian camp, where all lay buried in sleep.

Then they reached that of the German troops, and here gay carousing was going on under many a tent.

At the end of the encampment a sutler and his wife were collecting together the wares that remained unsold.
Wilhelm had walked silently behind the other two, for his heart was deeply stirred, joy and sorrow were striving for the mastery.

He felt intoxicated with lofty, pure emotions, but suddenly checked his steps before the sutler's stand and pointed to the pastry gradually disappearing in a chest.
Hunger had become a serious, nay only too serious and mighty power, in the city beyond, and it was not at all surprising that Wilhelm approached the venders, and with sparkling eyes bought their last ham and as much bread as they had left.
Nicolas laughed at the bundle he carried under his arm, but Georg said: "You haven't yet looked want in the face, Junker.