Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
hours, and after our captain and nearly all the crew of the ship had
perished, at the end of nine assaults they made upon us, at the last
they furiously boarded the ship. Though I should wish, yet I cannot
exaggerate the grief that came to my soul when I saw that my beloved
darlings whom now I have before me, must needs then be handed over to,
and come into the power of those cruel butchers; and so, carried away
by the wrath this fear and thought caused in me, I rushed with unarmed
breast through the midst of the barbarous swords, desirous of dying
from the cruelty of their edge, rather than to see with my eyes what I
expected. But things came to pass differently from what I had feared,
for, three stalwart Turks grappling with me, and I struggling with
them, we all fell up confusedly against the door of the cabin where
Nisida and Blanca were, and with the force of the blow the door was
broken open, displaying the treasure that was there enclosed. The enemy
lusting after it, one of them seized Nisida and the other Blanca; and
I, seeing myself free from the two made the other who held me leave his
life at my feet, and I thought to do the same with the two, had they
not, warned of the danger, given up their hold of the two ladies and
stretched me on the floor with two great wounds. Nisida, seeing this,
threw herself upon my wounded body and with lamentable cries begged the
two Turks to finish her. At this moment, drawn by the cries and laments
of Nisida and Blanca, Arnaut, the general of the vessels, hurried up
to the cabin, and, learning from the soldiers what was going on, had
Nisida and Blanca carried to his galley, and at Nisida's prayer also
gave orders for them to carry me thither, since I was not yet dead.
In this manner, without my being conscious, they carried me to the
enemy's flagship, where I was straightway tended with some diligence,
for Nisida had told the captain that I was a man of rank and of great
ransom, with the intention that, tempted by the bait of covetousness
and of the money they might get from me, they should look after my
health with somewhat more care. It happened then, that, as my wounds
were being tended, I returned to consciousness with the pain of them,
and turning my eyes in every direction, I knew I was in the power of my
enemies, and in the enemy's vessel; but nothing touched my soul so much
as to see at the stern of the galley Nisida and Blanca sitting at the
feet of the dog of a general, shedding from their eyes countless tears,
the tokens of the inward grief they were suffering. Neither the fear
of the shameful death I was awaiting when you, good friend Silerio,
in Catalonia freed me from it; neither the false tidings of Nisida's
death, believed by me as true; neither the pain of my deadly wounds,
nor any other affliction I might imagine, caused me, nor will cause
more anguish than that which came to me at seeing Nisida and Blanca in
the power of that barbarous unbeliever, where their honour was placed
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