"I am sorry to disturb you, Master Artevelde," he said, returning to the room where the council was being held, "but methinks that it would wise to bar the doors and windows, and to put yourself in a posture of defence, for a great crowd is gathering without, for the most part armed, and as it seems to me with evil intentions."A glance from the windows confirmed Walter's statements, and the doors and windows were speedily barricaded.Before many minutes had elapsed the tolling of bells in all parts of the town was heard, and down the different streets leading towards the building large bodies of armed men were seen making their way.
"I had rather have to do with a whole French army, Master Walter," Ralph said, as he stood beside him at an upper window looking down upon the crowd, "than with these citizens of Ghent.Look at those men with bloody axes and stained clothes.Doubtless those are the skinners and butchers.
Didst ever see such a ferocious band of savages? Listen to their shouts.
Death to Van Artevelde! Down with the English alliance! I thought our case was a bad one when the French poured over the walls into Vannes but methinks it is a hundred times worse now.
"We got out of that scrape, Ralph, and I hope we shall get out of this, but, as you say, the prospect is black enough.See, the butchers are hammering at the door with their pole-axes.Let us go down and aid in the defence.""I am ready," Ralph said, "but I shall fight with a lighter heart if you could fix upon some plan for us to adopt when the rabble break in.That they will do so I regard as certain, seeing that the house is not built for purposes of defence, but has numerous broad windows on the ground-floor by which assuredly they will burst their way in.
"Wait a moment then, Ralph; let us run up to the top storey and see if there be any means of escape along the roofs."The house stood detached from the others, but on one side was separated from that next to it only by a narrow lane, and as the upper stories projected beyond those below, the windows were but six feet distant from those on the opposite side of the way.
"See," Water said, "there is a casement in the room to our left there which is open; let us see if it is tenanted."Going into the next room they went to the window and opened it.It exactly faced the casement opposite, and so far as they could see the room was unoccupied.
"It were easy to put a plank across," Ralph said.
"We must not do that," Walter answered."The mob are thick in the lane below - what a roar comes up from their voices! - and a plank would be surely seen, and we should be killed there as well as here.No, we must get on to the sill and spring across; the distance is not great, and the jump would be nothing were it not that the casements are so low.It must be done as lightly and quickly as possible, and we may not then be seen from below.Now leave the door open that we may make no mistake as to the room, and come along, for by the sound the fight is hot below."Running down the stairs Walter and Ralph joined in the defence.Those in the house knew that they would meet with no mercy from the infuriated crowd, and each fought with the bravery of despair.Although there were many windows to be defended, and at each the mob attacked desperately, the assaults were all repulsed.Many indeed of the defenders were struck down by the pikes and pole- axes, but for a time they beat back the assailants whenever they attempted to enter.The noise was prodigious.The alarm-bells of the town were all ringing and the shouts of the combatants were drowned in the hoarse roar of the surging crowd without.
Seeing that however valiant was the defence the assailants must in the end prevail, and feeling sure that his enemies would have closed the city gates and thus prevented the English without from coming to his assistance, Van Artevelde ascended to an upper storey and attempted to address the crowd.
His voice was drowned in the roar.In vain he gesticulated and made motions imploring them to hear him, but all was useless, and the courage of the demagogue deserted him and he burst into tears at the prospect of death.
Then he determined to try and make his escape to the sanctuary of a church close by, and was descending the stairs when a mighty crash below, the clashing of steel, shouts, and cries, told that the mob had swept away one of the barricades and were pouring into the house.
"Make for the stair," Walter shouted, "and defend yourselves there." But the majority of the defenders, bewildered by the inrush of the enemy, terrified at their ferocious aspect and terrible axes, had no thought of continuing the resistance.A few, getting into corners, resisted desperately to the end; others threw down their arms and dropping on their knees cried for mercy, but all were ruthlessly slaughtered.
Keeping close together Walter and Ralph fought their way to the foot of the stairs, and closely pursued by a band of the skinners headed by Gerard Denis, ran up.Upon the first landing stood a man paralysed with terror.On seeing him a cry of ferocious triumph rose from the mob.As nothing could be done to aid him Walter and his follower rushed by without stopping.
There was a pause in the pursuit, and glancing down from the upper gallery Walter saw Van Artevelde in the hands of the mob, each struggling to take possession of him; then a man armed with a great axe pushed his way among them, and swinging it over his head struck Van Artevelde dead to the floor.
His slayer was Gerard Denis himself.
Followed by Ralph, Walter sprang through the open door into the chamber they had marked, and closed the door behind them.Then Walter, saying, "Iwill go first, Ralph, I can help you in should you miss your spring,"mounted on the sill of the casement.Short as was the distance the leap was extremely difficult, for neither casement was more than three feet high.
