Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
her to where I awaited her. How often do I call to mind when I reach
this point, what I dreamed the day I would have counted fortunate,
had the number of my days ended thereon! I remember that, leaving the
village a little while before the sun withdrew his rays from our
horizon, I sate me down at the foot of a tall ash tree on the very
road by which Leonida was to come, waiting till night should close in
a little more to further my purpose and to receive her, and without
knowing how or wishing it, I fell asleep. Scarce had I yielded my eyes
to slumber when, methought, the tree against which I leaned, bending
before the fury of a fierce wind that was blowing, tearing its deep
roots out of the earth, fell upon my body, and attempting to get away
from the heavy weight, I rolled from side to side. While in this plight
methought I saw a white hind beside me, which I earnestly implored to
lift, as well as it could, the heavy burden from my shoulders, and when
moved with compassion, it was about to do it, at the same moment a
fierce lion sprang from the thicket, and seizing it in his sharp claws,
marched off with it through the forest. After I had escaped with great
toil from the heavy burden, I went to look for it in the mountain,
and found it torn and wounded in a thousand places. Whereat I felt so
much grief that my soul was wrung from me merely by reason of the pity
it had shown at my plight: and thus I began to weep in my dreams, so
that the tears themselves awoke me, and finding my cheeks bathed with
sorrow I was beside myself, pondering on what I had dreamed; but in the
joy I hoped to have in seeing my Leonida, I failed to see then that
fortune was showing me in dreams what was to happen in a short time
to me awake. At the moment when I awoke night had just closed in with
such darkness, with such terrible thunder and lightning as furthered
the perpetration of the cruel deed which that night was perpetrated.
As Carino left Silvia's house with Leonida, he entrusted her to
Libeo, telling him to go with her by the road to the village I have
mentioned, and though Leonida was perturbed at seeing Libeo, Carino
assured her that Libeo was no less a friend of mine than he was, and
that in security she could go with him slowly whilst he went forward
to give me tidings of her approach. The guileless maid, being after
all in love, believed the words of the treacherous Carino, and with
less mistrust than was fitting, guided by the courteous Libeo, advanced
her timid steps, which were to be the last of her life, thinking they
led her to the height of her bliss. Carino went on before the two, as
I have already told you, and gave information of what was happening
to Crisalvo, who with four of his kinsmen was in ambush on the very
road by which they were to pass, this being wholly shut in by forest
on either side. He told them how Silvia was coming and I was the only
one with her, and that they should rejoice at the good opportunity
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