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MOTLEY'S HISTORY OF THE NETHERLANDS, Project Gutenberg Edition, Vol. 28
By John Lothrop Motley
1855
The city of Namur—Margaret of Valois—Her intrigues in Hainault in favour of Alencon—Her reception by Don John at Namur—Festivities in her, honor—Seizure of Namur citadel by Don John—Plan for seizing that of Antwerp—Letter of the estates to Philip, sent by Escovedo—Fortunes and fate of Escovedo in Madrid—Repairing of dykes—The Prince's visit to Holland—His letter to the estates— general on the subject of Namur citadel—His visit to Utrecht— Correspondence and commissioners between Don John and the estates— Acrimonious and passionate character of these colloquies—Attempt of Treslong upon Antwerp citadel frustrated by De Bourse—Fortunate panic of the German mercenaries—Antwerp evacuated by the foreign troops—Renewed correspondence—Audacity of the Governor's demands— Letters of Escovedo and others intercepted—Private schemes of Don John not understood by the estates—His letter to the Empress Dowager—More correspondence with the estates—Painful and false position of the Governor—Demolition, in part, of Antwerp citadel, and of other fortresses by the patriots Statue of Alva—Letter of estates-general to the King.
There were few cities of the Netherlands more picturesque in situation,more trimly built, and more opulent of aspect than the little city ofNamur. Seated at the confluence of the Sombre with the Meuse, andthrowing over each river a bridge of solid but graceful structure, it layin the lap of a most fruitful valley. Abroad crescent-shaped plain,fringed by the rapid Meuse, and enclosed by gently rolling hillscultivated to their crests, or by abrupt precipices of limestone crownedwith verdure, was divided by numerous hedgerows, and dotted all over withcorn-fields, vineyards, and flower gardens. Many eyes have gazed withdelight upon that well-known and most lovely valley, and many torrents ofblood have mingled with those glancing waters since that long buried andmost sanguinary age which forms our theme; and still placid as ever isthe valley, brightly as ever flows the stream. Even now, as in thatvanished, but never-forgotten time, nestles the little city in the angleof the two rivers; still directly over its head seems to hang in mid-airthe massive and frowning fortress, like the gigantic helmet-in thefiction, as if ready to crush the pigmy town below.
It was this famous citadel, crowning an abrupt precipice five hundredfeet above the river's bed, and placed near the frontier of France, whichmade the city so important, and which had now attracted Don John'sattention in this hour of his perplexity. The unexpected visit of acelebrated personage, furnished him with the pretext which he desired.The beautiful Margaret of Valois, Queen of Navarre, was proceeding to thebaths of Spa, to drink the waters. Her health was as perfect as herbeauty, but she was flying from a husband whom she hated, to advance theinterest of a brother whom she loved with a more than sisterly fondness—for the worthless Duke of Alencon was one of the many competitors for theNetherland government; the correspondence between himself and his brotherwith Orange and his agents being still continued. The holl