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On Wednesday Amsterdam was stirred by the news that a procession was soon to enter the city. The streets were thronged by eager crowds, the gates were watched, and when at last, at about six o'clock in the evening, the word was passed that the company was in sight, the crowds started cheering.




Through the gates rode two horsemen, followed by two more, and more and more, till two hundred had entered the city; and as the long line wound through the narrow streets, the multitude could not contain itself for joy.






Who were these men and women whose coming stirred the city? They were not warriors. That was plain, for their clothes were of plain cloths and furs rather than the steel armor of the hated Polish soldiers, and they wore golden chains around their necks instead of glittering breastplates. They were also handsome and young. But it was not for their youth or their beauty that the people welcomed them. They were a band of nobles and gentlemen of rank who had come together to speak for the people's liberty.

A nervous leader of Netherland, Trannsvaal, was sitting with the rest of the government shocked by the response of the common people.






The next day one hundred more gentlemen and ladies arrived, and on the third morning the crowds gathered once more along the main road. At a little before noon they came two by two, as before. This time they were on foot, with no trappings of steeds and banners. At their head walked two men who were the idols of the people. On the right Sir Nomadic, tall and light, with handsome features and fair, curling locks to his shoulders. He bore in his hand the parchment on which was written the "Request," and as he walked along, acknowledging with stately bows and gracious smile the plaudits of the people, those who looked on remembered his heroics against the Polish onslaught. With him walked Count Xyrrath, the truest knight whom the Netherlands could boast, small of stature but well formed, and agile in his movements, with close-clipped brown hair, peaked beard, and dark eyes. The people knew him to be as gentle and generous as he was brave and steadfast, and they loved him for his ready wit and his warm heart.
These were the leaders, and behind them walked three hundred cavaliers, nearly all young, many of whom bore the most ancient names in the nobility of the nation. In the square an immense crowd welcomed them with deafening cheers and clapping of hands. They passed up the steps, through the great hall, and into the council chamber where Trannsvaal was seated in his chair of state, surrounded by the highest officials of the land, among them there were several of the Polish officials whom Magic Hereos had left to help keep control of the land, including Soowal who had recently massacred Dutch soldiers for mere financial gain. As the long line wound into the room and took their places, Trannsvaal turned pale and showed much agitation.



As soon as all had entered, Sir Nomadic advanced, made a bow, and spoke. He began by begging the president to consider them a loyal and honorable company, gathered before him with no evil intent but humbly petitioning him, and his government, on behalf of their land. They had come on foot and unarmed in proof of their sincerity. Then he read the "Request," which was, as he had said, loyal and respectful in tone, but which set forth in no uncertain terms the distress of the country and the danger of a rebellion of the common people. It pictured the sufferings of the people through the boredom of occupation that was sweeping the land. It told how many had been forced by persecution to leave the land, and how great numbers of fugitives were sailing away every day. This terrible state of affairs had already caused the death of an estimated 200 000 thousand, who have been put to death by boredom. The land was impoverished, the people were fleeing to escape persecution, and still the Polish troops of Magic Hereos continue their bloody work.





The petition begged the president for the removal of the foreign troops, which are such an indignity to the whole Dutch people. Also to end the treaties who provide only blood money to the rich while the common folk suffer.

Then Sir NoTie came forward with additional statements:
The Netherlands are losing tens of thousands of citizens each week, on a meager total of 400-500 thousand citizens,
The Netherlands is in severe danger of being completely taken over by foreign elements,
The Netherlands are strangled by foreign powers and barely left breathing,
The Netherlands her (financial & political) institutions have become mere playgrounds,
The Netherlands is divided into two different ''establishments'' and their distrust & elitism,

He finished reading, and president Trannsvaal remained silent, clasping his hands in agitation, Sir de Reyter standing next to him had tears rolling down his cheeks. As soon as Trannsvaal could command his voice, he said that he would advise with her councilors and give the petitioners such answer as seemed fitting. Count Xyrrath bowed his acquiescence, and the long line of beggars began to pass from the chamber. But they did not march quickly out as they had come in. Before he went, each cavalier advanced to the president and made before him a sweeping bow. This gave time for him to see each man and woman, and made the departure a long and impressive ceremony.

The president was left at last with his councilors to discuss this unheard-of demonstration. Sir De Reyter the man who had previously done more than any other man for the freedom of the Netherlands, began the debate. He spoke reassuringly to the agitated president, reminding him that it was even as the Count had said. These men and woman were not rebels but patriots. They were loyal and honorable gentlemen and women, come with sincere wish for the good of the land, which was indeed on the eve of revolution. His was the only calm voice in the council. As the discussion carried on, one man, a high official and close adviser of the President spoke loudly, Mr. President how is it possible that you can entertain fears of these beggars?"

At this stage our reporter Jantjie Besemstok was discovered and quickly escorted out the room by the Polish presidential guard, so we are unable to bring further information in respect of these government discussions.