Don Sebastian : $b or, The house of the Braganza: An historical romance. vol. 2Porter, Anna Maria
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Don Sebastian : $b or, The house of the Braganza: An historical romance. vol. 2
Porter, Anna Maria
Sebastião, King of Portugal, 1554-1578 -- Fiction
This observation afforded Sebastian the opportunity he sought. “Many and
important favors,” he said “I gratefully acknowledge in my own person,
and in that of every Christian inhabiting this place, but while I labour
to shew my sense of your indulgence by a peaceable demeanour and
voluntary acts of service, remember El Hader, that I do not conceive
myself bound to forego the hope of liberty: my heart is filled with
it;--day and night my thoughts are on it; I warn you therefore not to
suppose that any thing can make me abandon a resolution to break my
bonds, if possible. You refuse a ransom, therein you are merciless and
tyrannical, and by that act free me from the obligation honour would
otherwise impose: would you accept money as an equivalent for me
(however exorbitant the sum) I would not steal myself away, and defraud
you of your rightful gain, though liberty tempted me from a thousand
avenues; now, I hold my conscience unshackled: if I can escape, I will,
but wherever I go, be assured I shall bear with me a salutary
remembrance of Moorish virtues.”
“Is not this fellow a madman?” asked El Hader, turning with a smile to
his daughter. “This confession of his may clip his wings. Christian, (he
added) dost thou not believe I can abridge thy present freedom, and so
prevent thy escape?”
“Assuredly I do, returned the impetuous monarch, but that consideration
ought not to deter me from asserting my right to use every means of
restoring myself to my country. I tell it you, that you may not
hereafter call me a base, ungrateful hypocrite; I tell it you, that you
may not impute to others my imagined guilt. God forbid that I should be
the occasion of any man’s disgrace! should I effect my purpose,
recollect it will be all my own work, and that neither your slaves nor
your servants will have had the smallest share in it.
“Rash, but amiable man!” exclaimed Kara Aziek, regarding him with a look
of admiration, “O that thou couldst forget thy country and be happy in
Africa!”
The tenderness of her tone penetrated the heart of Sebastian, he did not
reply by words, but his eloquent eyes fixed for a moment upon her, spoke
only too ardently the gratitude she inspired: again the soft bosom of
Kara Aziek palpitated with an unknown emotion, and covering her figure
still more with her veil--(as if fearing her soul was visible)--she
hastily withdrew.
El Hader detained the King a few moments longer, jesting him on his
extravagant hopes, and assuring him, that though still indulgently used,
he should be well watched. Sebastian listened in silent majesty, then
quitted him, completely satisfied with their mutual understanding.
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