Like all reserved people, they did not lack expression when they were touched or roused.
William accepted their homage calmly; his attention seemed to be given to his horse that, fretted by the pressure, curveted and backed, bringing out his rider’s horsemanship.
“And does Your Highness go to the war to-morrow?” asked one, eagerly.
“Ay, to-morrow,” answered William, looking down at them.
At that they shouted anew, and roundly cursed the French.
Hearing that, the Prince slightly smiled.
“We will not see King Louis at Mass in the Groote Kerk—eh?” he said.
“Not while Your Highness lives!” shouted the young man with the flag.
William’s brilliant glance rested on him.