reasons were most satisfactory, and whose cause was the most just, I
leave to the reader. The governor grew angry, and ordered a fresh
attack. The first grenadier was knocked down, and the rest ran back
to avoid my missiles.

The town-major again began a parley. "For God's sake, my dear
Trenck," said he, "in what have I injured you, that you endeavour to
effect my ruin? I must answer for your having, through my
negligence, concealed a knife. Be persuaded, I entreat you. Be
appeased. You are not without hope, nor without friends." My
answer was--"But will you not load me with heavier irons than
before?"

He went out, spoke with the governor, and gave me his word of honour
that the affair should be no further noticed, and that everything
should be exactly reinstated as formerly.

Here ended the capitulation, and my wretched citadel was taken. The
condition I was in was viewed with pity; my wounds were examined, a
surgeon sent to dress them, another shirt was given me, and the
bricks, clotted with blood, removed. I, meantime, lay half dead on
my mattress; my thirst was excessive. The surgeon ordered me some
wine. Two sentinels were stationed in the front cell, and I was
thus left four days in peace, unironed. Broth also was given me
daily, and how delicious this was to taste, how much it revived and
strengthened me, is wholly impossible to describe. Two days I lay
in a slumbering kind of trance, forced by unquenchable thirst to
drink whenever I awoke. My feet and hands were swelled; the pains
in my back and limbs were excessive.