The captain embraced his brave, beloved comrade, Dornburg; a few farewell words and god-speeds echoed softly from the fortification walls, and the trio stepped forth into the open country.
For a time they walked silently through the darkness.

Wilhelm knew the way and strode in front of Henrica; the Junker kept close at her side.
All was still, except from time to time they heard a word of command from the walls, the striking of a clock, or the barking of a dog.
Henrica had recognized Georg by the light of the lantern, and when Wilhelm stopped to ascertain whether there was any water in the ditch over which he intended to guide his companions, she said, under her breath: "I did not expect your escort, Junker." "I know it, but I, too, desired to leave the city." "And wish to avail yourself of our knowledge of the watchword.

Then stay with us." "Until I know you are safe, Fraulein." "The walls of Leyden already lie between you and the peril from which you fly." "I don't understand you." "So much the better." Wilhelm turned and, in a muffled voice, requested his companions to keep silence.

They now walked noiselessly on, until just outside the camp they reached the broad road around which they had made a circuit.

A Spanish sentinel challenged them.
"Lepanto!" was the answer, and they passed on through the camp unmolested.