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the black tulip-第28部分

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this perpetual imprisonment; Rosa will be there; and also my 

three bulbs of the black tulip are there。〃 



But Cornelius forgot that the Seven Provinces had seven 

prisons; one for each; and that the board of the prisoner is 

anywhere else less expensive than at the Hague; which is a 

capital。 



His Highness; who; as it seems; did not possess the means to 

feed Van Baerle at the Hague; sent him to undergo his 

perpetual imprisonment at the fortress of Loewestein; very 

near Dort; but; alas! also very far from it; for Loewestein; 

as the geographers tell us; is situated at the point of the 

islet which is formed by the confluence of the Waal and the 

Meuse; opposite Gorcum。 



Van Baerle was sufficiently versed in the history of his 

country to know that the celebrated Grotius was confined in 

that castle after the death of Barneveldt; and that the 

States; in their generosity to the illustrious publicist; 

jurist; historian; poet; and divine; had granted to him for 

his daily maintenance the sum of twenty…four stivers。 



〃I;〃 said Van Baerle to himself; 〃I am worth much less than 

Grotius。 They will hardly give me twelve stivers; and I 

shall live miserably; but never mind; at all events I shall 

live。〃 



Then suddenly a terrible thought struck him。 



〃Ah!〃 he exclaimed; 〃how damp and misty that part of the 

country is; and the soil so bad for the tulips! And then 

Rosa will not be at Loewestein!〃 









Chapter 13



What was going on all this Time in the Mind of one of the Spectators





Whilst Cornelius was engaged with his own thoughts; a coach 

had driven up to the scaffold。 This vehicle was for the 

prisoner。 He was invited to enter it; and he obeyed。 



His last look was towards the Buytenhof。 He hoped to see at 

the window the face of Rosa; brightening up again。 



But the coach was drawn by good horses; who soon carried Van 

Baerle away from among the shouts which the rabble roared in 

honour of the most magnanimous Stadtholder; mixing with it a 

spice of abuse against the brothers De Witt and the godson 

of Cornelius; who had just now been saved from death。 



This reprieve suggested to the worthy spectators remarks 

such as the following:  



〃It's very fortunate that we used such speed in having 

justice done to that great villain John; and to that little 

rogue Cornelius; otherwise his Highness might have snatched 

them from us; just as he has done this fellow。〃 



Among all the spectators whom Van Baerle's execution had 

attracted to the Buytenhof; and whom the sudden turn of 

affairs had disagreeably surprised; undoubtedly the one most 

disappointed was a certain respectably dressed burgher; who 

from early morning had made such a good use of his feet and 

elbows that he at last was separated from the scaffold only 

by the file of soldiers which surrounded it。 



Many had shown themselves eager to see the perfidious blood 

of the guilty Cornelius flow; but not one had shown such a 

keen anxiety as the individual just alluded to。 



The most furious had come to the Buytenhof at daybreak; to 

secure a better place; but he; outdoing even them; had 

passed the night at the threshold of the prison; from 

whence; as we have already said; he had advanced to the very 

foremost rank; unguibus et rostro;  that is to say; 

coaxing some; and kicking the others。 



And when the executioner had conducted the prisoner to the 

scaffold; the burgher; who had mounted on the stone of the 

pump the better to see and be seen; made to the executioner 

a sign which meant;  



〃It's a bargain; isn't it?〃 



The executioner answered by another sign; which was meant to 

say;  



〃Be quiet; it's all right。〃 



This burgher was no other than Mynheer Isaac Boxtel; who 

since the arrest of Cornelius had come to the Hague to try 

if he could not get hold of the three bulbs of the black 

tulip。 



Boxtel had at first tried to gain over Gryphus to his 

interest; but the jailer had not only the snarling 

fierceness; but likewise the fidelity; of a dog。 He had 

therefore bristled up at Boxtel's hatred; whom he had 

suspected to be a warm friend of the prisoner; making 

trifling inquiries to contrive with the more certainty some 

means of escape for him。 



Thus to the very first proposals which Boxtel made to 

Gryphus to filch the bulbs which Cornelius van Baerle must 

be supposed to conceal; if not in his breast; at least in 

some corner of his cell; the surly jailer had only answered 

by kicking Mynheer Isaac out; and setting the dog at him。 



The piece which the mastiff had torn from his hose did not 

discourage Boxtel。 He came back to the charge; but this time 

Gryphus was in bed; feverish; and with a broken arm。 He 

therefore was not able to admit the petitioner; who then 

addressed himself to Rosa; offering to buy her a head…dress 

of pure gold if she would get the bulbs for him。 On this; 

the generous girl; although not yet knowing the value of the 

object of the robbery; which was to be so well remunerated; 

had directed the tempter to the executioner; as the heir of 

the prisoner。 



In the meanwhile the sentence had been pronounced。 Thus 

Isaac had no more time to bribe any one。 He therefore clung 

to the idea which Rosa had suggested: he went to the 

executioner。 



Isaac had not the least doubt that Cornelius would die with 

the bulbs on his heart。 



But there were two things which Boxtel did not calculate 

upon:  



Rosa; that is to say; love; 



William of Orange; that is to say; clemency。 



But for Rosa and William; the calculations of the envious 

neighbour would have been correct。 



But for William; Cornelius would have died。 



But for Rosa; Cornelius would have died with his bulbs on 

his heart。 



Mynheer Boxtel went to the headsman; to whom he gave himself 

out as a great friend of the condemned man; and from whom he 

bought all the clothes of the dead man that was to be; for 

one hundred guilders; rather an exorbitant sum; as he 

engaged to leave all the trinkets of gold and silver to the 

executioner。 



But what was the sum of a hundred guilders to a man who was 

all but sure to buy with it the prize of the Haarlem 

Society? 



It was money lent at a thousand per cent。; which; as nobody 

will deny; was a very handsome investment。 



The headsman; on the other hand; had scarcely anything to do 

to earn his hundred guilders。 He needed only; as soon as the 

execution was over; to allow Mynheer Boxtel to ascend the 

scaffold with his servants; to remove the inanimate remains 

of his friend。 



The thing was; moreover; quite customary among the 〃faithful 

brethren;〃 when one of their masters died a public death in 

the yard of the Buytenhof。 



A fanatic like Cornelius might very easily have found 

another fanatic who would give a hundred guilders for his
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