Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
the galleys in charge, seeing that the serenity of the sky betokened
a calm, or a prosperous wind, so as not to lose the good opportunity
offered to them, at the second watch made the signal for departure;
and weighing anchor, with much speed they set their oars to the smooth
sea, and their sails to the gentle wind, and it was done as I say with
such haste, that for all the haste I made to return to embark, I was
not in time. And so I had to remain on the shore with the annoyance
he can imagine, who has passed through ordinary occurrences of the
kind, for I was badly supplied with everything that was necessary to
continue my journey by land. But, reflecting that little remedy was
to be hoped from remaining there, I determined to return to Barcelona,
where, as being a larger city, it might be possible to find someone to
supply me with what I needed, writing to Xeres or Seville as regards
the payment. The morning broke on me, whilst engaged in these thoughts,
and, determined to put them into practice, I waited till the day should
be more advanced; and when on the point of departing, I perceived a
great sound on land, and all the people running to the principal street
of the place. And when I asked some one what it was, he replied to
me: "Go, sir, to that corner, where you will learn what you want from
the voice of the crier." I did so, and the first object on which I
set eyes was a lofty crucifix, and a great mob of people, signs that
some one condemned to death was coming among them; and all this was
proved to me by the voice of the crier, declaring that justice ordered
a man to be hanged for having been a robber and a highwayman. When the
man came to me, I straightway recognised that he was my good friend
Timbrio, coming on foot with fetters on his hands, and a rope round
his throat, his eyes riveted on the crucifix he carried before him. He
was speaking and protesting to the priests who were going with him,
that, by the account he thought, within a few short hours, to render
to the true God, whose image he had before his eyes, he had never, in
all the course of his life, committed aught for which he deserved to
suffer publicly so shameful a death; and he asked all to ask the judges
to give him some term, to prove how innocent he was of that which they
accused him of. Let it here be imagined, if imagination could raise
itself so high, how I would remain at the terrible sight offered to my
eyes. I know not what to say to you, gentlemen, save that I remained so
amazed and beside myself, and so bereft of all my senses, that I must
have seemed a marble statue to anyone who saw me at that moment. But
now that the confused murmur of the people, the raised voices of the
criers, the piteous words of Timbrio, and the consolatory words of the
priests, and the undoubted recognition of my good friend, had brought
me from my first amazement, and the seething blood came to give aid
to my fainting heart, awakening in it the wrath befitting the crying
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