Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
own hands." "If you will be satisfied by so small a return from us,"
replied one of the maidens, "I for my part am content," and taking
the garland with both hands placed it on the head of a gallant cousin
of hers. The others, guided by this example, gave theirs to different
youths who were there, all of them their kinsmen. I who remained to
the last, and had no kinsman there, affecting a certain indifference,
went up to the strange shepherd and placed the garland on his head,
saying to him: "For two reasons I give you this, fair youth, one, for
the pleasure you have given us all by your charming song, the other,
because in our village it is our custom to honour strangers." All
the bystanders were delighted with my action, but how can I tell you
what my soul felt when I saw myself so near to him who had stolen it
away? I can only say that I would have given any happiness I could
have wished for at that moment (save that of loving him), to be able
to encircle his neck with my arms as I encircled his brows with the
garland. The shepherd bowed to me and with well-chosen words thanked me
for the favour I did him, and as he took his leave of me, stealing the
opportunity from the many eyes that were there, with low voice said to
me: "I have rewarded you, fair shepherdess, better than you think, for
the garland you have given me; you take a pledge with you, and if you
know how to value it, you will perceive that you remain my debtor." I
would gladly have answered him, but such was the haste my companions
imposed on me that I had no chance of replying to him. In this wise I
returned to the village with a heart so different from that wherewith
I had set out that I myself marvelled at myself. Company was irksome
to me, and every thought that came to me and did not tend to thinking
of my shepherd, with much haste I strove forthwith to put away from my
mind as unworthy to occupy the place that was full of loving cares. I
know not how in so short a time I became changed into a being other
than that of old; for I no longer lived in myself but in Artidoro (for
such is the name of the half of my soul I go seeking). Wherever I
turned my eyes, I seemed to see his face; whatever I heard, straightway
his gentle music and melody sounded in my ears; nowhere did I move my
feet but I had given my life, if he had desired it, to find him there;
in food I did not find the wonted savour nor did my hands succeed in
finding aught to give it. In a word, all my senses were changed from
their former state, nor did my soul work through them as it was used
to do. In the consideration of the new Teolinda who was born within
me, and in the contemplation of the shepherd's grace that remained
imprinted on my soul, all that day passed away from me, and the night
preceding the solemn festival; and when this came, it was celebrated
with the greatest rejoicing and enthusiasm by all the inhabitants of
our village and of the neighbouring places. After the sacred offerings
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