The fisherman spread his huge brown hands on his knees.
“What do you think he will do, Mynheer?—in the matter of the war?”
“You believe in him, you say?”
“Ay, I do … to hell with M. de Witt!”
“Then, believing in him, ye know well what he will do.”
“Defy the French?”
William kept his gaze upon the sea.
“That would be madness, they say.”
“Defy them—that is what the Prince will do, I swear to ye, Mynheer!”