He then crossed the Rhine into the Isle of Batavia, and thence, after taking a few sconces of inferior importance--while Schenk, meanwhile, was building on the Island of Gravenweert, at the bifurcation of the Rhine and Waal, the sconce so celebrated a century later as 'Schenk's Fort' (Schenkenschans)---he was preparing to pass the Waal in order to attack Farnese, when he heard to his astonishment, of the surrender of Grave.
He could therefore--to his chagrin--no longer save that important city, but he could, at least, cut off the head of the culprit.

Leicester was in Bommel when he heard of Baron Hemart's faint-heartedness or treachery, and his wrath was extravagant in proportion to the exultation with which his previous success had inspired him.

He breathed nothing but revenge against the coward and the traitor, who had delivered up the town in "such lewd and beastly sort." "I will never depart hence," he said, "till by the goodness of God I be satisfied someway of this villain's treachery." There could be little doubt that Hemart deserved punishment.

There could be as little that Leicester would mete it out to him in ample measure.

"The lewd villain who gave up Grave," said he, "and the captains as deep in fault as himself, shall all suffer together." Hemart came boldly to meet him.