When the club was formed it had but one member.

Hence a Dutch saying--"It is the Urk club".
Nor did I stay at Deventer, but hastened on to Zutphen with my thoughts straying all the time to the grey walls of Penshurst castle in Kent and its long galleries filled with memories of Sir Philip Sidney--the gentle knight who was a boy there, and who died at Arnheim of a wound which he received in the siege of Zutphen three and a quarter centuries ago.
At Naarden we have seen how terrible was the destroying power of the Spaniards.

It was at Zutphen that they had first given rein to their lust for blood.

When Zutphen was taken by Don Frederic in 1572, at the beginning of the war, Motley tells us that "Alva sent orders to his son to leave _not a single man alive in the city_, and to burn every house to the ground.

The Duke's command was almost literally obeyed.