De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
At length, mere fatigue from such unwonted exertions seemed to
overcome him, and, in making a blow at one of the peasants, he fell
upon his knees. A dozen hands were raised to despatch him; but at the
sight of his danger the Castilians rallied, and closing in, saved him
from the fury of the people; while his faithful negro, catching him in
his arms, bore him into the body of the building.
Though certainly but ill-disposed towards the soldiery, there was
something in the chivalrous valour which the viceroy had displayed in
these last scenes, combined with the lenity he had shown to myself
when brought before him, which created an interest in my bosom that I
will own greatly divided my wishes for the success of the oppressed
Catalonians. The idea, too, entered my mind, that by exerting my
influence with Garcias, whom I still saw in the front of the
insurgents, I might obtain for the viceroy some terms of capitulation.
Calling to little Achilles to follow me, then, I snatched up the sword
of the dead Castilian; and proceeding to the door, which, as I had
expected, was now open, I ran out into the long corridor, and thence
began to search for the staircase that led down to the gate by which
the viceroy must have entered. On every side, however, I heard the
cries of the soldiery, who had now retreated into the building, and
were proceeding to take every measure for its defence to the utmost.
Several times these cries misled me; and it was not till I had
followed many a turning and winding, that I arrived at the head of a
staircase, half way down which I beheld the Viceroy, sitting on one of
the steps, evidently totally exhausted; while Scipio, the negro,
kneeling on a lower step, offered him a cup of wine, and seemed
pressing him to drink.
At the sound of my steps the slave started up and laid his hand upon
his dagger; but seeing me, he gave a melancholy glance towards his
lord, and again begged him to take some refreshment. Unused to all
exertion, and enormously weighty, the excessive toil to which the
Viceroy had subjected himself had left him no powers of any kind, and
he sat as I have described, with his eyes shut, his hand leaning on
the step, and his head fallen heavily forward on his chest, without
seeming to notice anything that was passing around him. It was in vain
that I made the proposal to parley with Garcias: he replied nothing;
and I was again repeating it, hoping by reiteration to make him attend
to what I said, when one of his officers came running down from above.
"My lord," cried he, "the galleys answer the signal, and from the
observatory I see the boats putting off. If your Excellence makes
haste, you will get to the shore at the same moment they do, and will
be safe."
The viceroy raised his head. "At all events I will try," said he:
"they cannot say that I have abandoned my post while it was tenable.
Let the soldiers take torches."
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