A brighter light glowed from behind the general's quarters, where, under a sort of shed, several confessionals and an altar had been erected.

Upon this altar candles were burning, and over it hung a silver lamp; a dark, motionless stream pressed towards it; Castilian soldiers, among whom individuals could be recognized only when the candle-light flashed upon a helmet or coat of mail.
The loud singing of carousing German mercenaries, the neighing and stamping of the horses, and the laughter of the officers and girls, drowned the low chanting of the priests and the murmur of the penitents, but the shrill sounding of the bell calling to mass from time to time pierced, with its swift vibrations, through the noise of the camp.

Just outside the village the watch-word was again used, and they reached the first house unmolested.
"Here we are," said Wilhelm, with a sigh of relief.

"Profit by the darkness, Junker, and keep on till you have the Spaniards behind you." "No, my friend; you will remain here.

I wish to share your danger.