Don Sebastian : $b or, The house of the Braganza: An historical romance. vol. 1Porter, Anna Maria
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Don Sebastian : $b or, The house of the Braganza: An historical romance. vol. 1
Porter, Anna Maria
Sebastião, King of Portugal, 1554-1578 -- Fiction
Tranquillized by the certainty that his Gonsalva’s representative was
thus rescued from profanation, he was able to controul his indignation
at other circumstances, and to strive at obtaining his own freedom; but
though he endeavoured to explain to these banditti, that if they would
convey him to a Christian fortress they should be liberally paid, and
loaded with gifts, they either did not comprehend, or much mistrusted
his veracity: at length, wearied, out by his stedfast character, and
tempted by the great price given for handsome Europeans by the Moorish
grandees, Sarhamet meditated selling him.
This information, which was meant to vex, rather gratified their
prisoner; to be again brought into the plains, was to be once more
placed within prospect of liberty, and chance of meeting the reverend
Abensallah: Sebastian’s health returned with hope; for though his last
wound had been deep, it had been skilfully managed; and the purity of a
good constitution, adding force to an invincible spirit, enabled him to
bear without injury the piercing mountain air, and the frequent fasts
to which the Alarbes had wantonly doomed him.
His improving looks quickened the eagerness of Sarhamet for selling
him: solicitous to secure the moment of procuring a high price for his
captive, the robber selected a dozen followers, and mounting them and
Sebastian upon stout Barbs, set off with them one morning by day break,
for the country house of a Moorish grandee.
Sarhamet and his brother rode on each side of the King; they were
armed with guns and Moorish knives, and made signs to him, that if he
attempted to escape, he must inevitably fall by the hands of the troops
escorting them, whose naked weapons were placed in their girdles ready
for that purpose:--Sebastian smiled, and motioned acquiescence; but it
was a grievous smile, “as if he disdained himself” for so submitting to
fortune.
Their journey was long and wearisome: the Alarbes, enured to every
change of climate, travelled indifferently through nightly dews and
noon-day heats; sometimes they halted after a burning day, upon the
very summit of a snow-topt mountain, where they supped, and slept,
with no other covering than the clouds; at other times they would
journey through the night, and lay themselves to rest in valleys, among
scorching rocks, that reflected thrice the heat of the sun.
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