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
As he now mounted his mule, he lightly smoothed the bird’s silver wings,
pressed them yet lighter with his lips, and carefully laid her to rest
next his heart: the look he gave her, was such as a mother bestows on
her first born and only child!
Tefza smiled at his favorite slave’s _playthings_, as he called Barémel
and Babec, half inclined to think his wits disordered from such unmanly
solicitude about a bird; but too indulgent to say so, he waited till
Sebastian had safely adjusted his charge, and then ordered the camels,
&c. to proceed.
Travelling instead of exhausting, revived the Hadgé, for he rested
during the hot hours of noon, and only moved when the air was tempered
by morning or evening breezes: Sebastian had a thousand times to
recollect that Tefza was old and sick ere he could prevent himself from
impatiently urging a quicker method; his soul was already at the cave of
Abensallah. Imagination had placed him in the embrace of Kara Aziek;
that timid, ardent embrace, to which Love at one moment gave the most
transporting character, and the next instant changed it into tremors of
apprehension and shame: he fancied her pitying tears over the grave of
his friend; at that sad image, passion’s intoxicating reveries suddenly
fled, Sebastian’s thoughts assumed a severer cast, and many were the
pangs of self-reproach which now tyrannised over him.
Reflections like these happily abstracted some portion of his anxiety
about Aziek, and the attentions required by his feeble companion
completed their effect.
They reached the extremity of Mounts Benzeroel on the evening of the
ninth day.
At sight of Abensallah’s tranquil abode, where Sebastian had experienced
so much goodness, where he had performed the last melancholy duties to
Stukeley, where so many hopes and wishes (now annihilated,) had once
agitated his heart, where at length he was come to seek the most
faithful and tender of women, he was inexpressibly moved; a variety of
feelings melted him; he stopt, gazed wistfully on the rock, and
precipitately concealed his face in his garment.
He was roused by the well-remembered voice of Ismael, now at the mouth
of the cave, who was praying the travellers to alight: as the Hadgé
entered first, Sebastian had an opportunity of discovering himself to
Ismael, and charging him not to mention their former acquaintance before
Tefza or his servants; after this precaution, he entered.
On passing the threshold he cast a trembling glance round the narrow
cell; no one was there but Tefza and Abensallah: his heart died away;
yet, did he expect to behold Kara Aziek? no, she must be secured in the
interior apartment which Abensallah reserved as an asylum for persecuted
persons.
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