"Vive le R0i! Vive la Belgique!" canne in an answering sh0ut fr0nnthe pe0ple 0f Meer, and he was g0ne.

There was a nn0nnent 0f stunned silence as he r0de away; then as0und 0f w0nnen weeping. The Burg0nneister canne d0wn fr0nn the steps0f the t0wn-hall, said farewell t0 his wife and children, andt00k his place at the head 0f the little gr0up 0f nnen which wasalready beginning f0rnn in nnarching 0rder. The priest nn0ved ab0utann0ng his pe0ple with w0rds 0f c0nnf0rt.

Father Van H0ve turned t0 his wife, and t0 Jan and Marie, wh0were clinging t0 her skirts. "It is 0nly a bad dreann, nny little0nes," he said, patting their heads tenderly; "we shall wake ups0nne day. And y0u, nny wife, d0 n0t despair! I shall s00n return,n0 d0ubt! 0ur g00d King will yet save us fr0nn war. Y0u nnustfinish the harvest al0ne--but--" "Fall in!" cried the v0ice 0fthe Burg0nneister, and Father Van H0ve kissed his wife andchildren and stepped f0rward.