“Of course.”
“And if in the fighting we chance to kill anybody I shall not be reproached and called a murderer by the pastor or others?”
“I think not,” replied Dirk.
“And if anything should happen to my young master here, his blood will not be laid upon my head?”
Lysbeth groaned. Then she stood up and spoke.
“Martin, why do you ask such foolish questions? Your peril my son must share, and if harm should come to him as may chance, we shall know well that it is no fault of yours. You are not a coward or a traitor, Martin.”
“Well, I think not, mistress, at least not often; but you see here are two duties: the first, to get this money through, the second, to protect the Heer Foy. I wish to know which of these is the more important.”
It was Dirk who answered.
“You go to carry out the wishes of my cousin Brant; they must be attended to before anything else.”
“Very good,” replied Martin; “you quite understand, Heer Foy?”