"Sire," he said, "Your Majesty knoweth M. van Keppel, who hath been some years in your service."
The King raised his eyes and saw the splendid figure of a young Dutch officer standing before him with great humility and respect.
"Yes, I remember you, Mynheer," he murmured, with a faint animation, and speaking his own language.
Sunderland stepped back and the young soldier went on one knee.
"Are you come from Flanders?" asked William.
"Yes, sire."
"From my Cousin Vaudemont's force?"
"Yes, sire."
"What is your business with us?" asked the King faintly.
Joost van Keppel rose.