CHAPTER XIII.
THE MARRIAGE.
The consternation which ensued on the death of the Rowski, speedily sent all his camp-followers, army, &c.

to the right-about.

They struck their tents at the first news of his discomfiture; and each man laying hold of what he could, the whole of the gallant force which had marched under his banner in the morning had disappeared ere the sun rose.
On that night, as it may be imagined, the gates of the Castle of Cleves were not shut.

Everybody was free to come in.

Wine-butts were broached in all the courts; the pickled meat prepared in such lots for the siege was distributed among the people, who crowded to congratulate their beloved sovereign on his victory; and the Prince, as was customary with that good man, who never lost an opportunity of giving a dinner-party, had a splendid entertainment made ready for the upper classes, the whole concluding with a tasteful display of fireworks.
In the midst of these entertainments, our old friend the Count of Hombourg arrived at the castle.