In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
Despite this saving clause, nevertheless, ’twas with a joy that I had
little expected ever to feel in the like posture of affairs that I
heard myself summoned by the turnkey to come to the door, in order to
my being transferred to the keeping of the Inquisition. At my request,
time was granted me to make some small changes in my apparel and the
like, and after this, the same persons as before met me on the
threshold, and carried me in the coach to the Holy House, which is
situate on that side of the great square that stands opposite to the
cathedral, and is of a lofty and solemn aspect, being entered by three
great doorways, whereof the midmost leadeth into the great hall, where
I was taken. And here my conductors delivered me over into the hands
of others that were there, and the irons that were upon my legs were
knocked off. And this occupying some time, I had leisure to consider
how little, when I, as had once been my custom, had read with my
cousin Dorothy on the Sunday evenings in Mr Foxe his ‘Booke of
Martirs,’ sitting in the summertime in the garden-arbour, and on the
settle beside the great hall-fire in the winter, how little, I say, we
had thought that I myself should ever come as a prisoner into the
hands of that very Inquisition, of the devilish cruelties whereof we
trembled only to read.
But these musings could not last long, for when they had released me
from my irons, the officers into whose charge I had been given led me
into a chamber opening from the hall, that is called, as I heard
thereafter, the Board of the Holy Office. This chamber is hung round
about with very fair tapestry, wrought in stripes of blue and citron
colour, and at one end on’t a great crucifix in projecting work, that
reached almost to the ceiling. There was a raised place in the midst,
whereon stood a long table with great chairs set all around it, and at
the end by the crucifix a folding-stool for the secretary. Opposite to
this was set another fold-stool for the prisoner (that was I), and in
the chairs around the table sat my lords the Inquisidors[68] and
their officers. And of these Inquisidors, that are persons of a mighty
severe aspect, and very reverend of bearing, the chief is a secular
priest, and the second a religious of the Order of the Dominicans, and
vested in their particular apparel, which is a white vesture set with
a crotchet[69] in black, and this under a black gown or cowl. And I,
after bowing myself with all imaginable respect unto their lordships,
did sit down, as they bade me, upon the stool set for me, having on my
right hand the Grand Inquisidor, who, beginning to speak, said to me
somewhat in a tongue that I took to be the Italian, but which I
understood not, and did shake my head for to signify the same. They
asked of me next, whether I could speak the Portuguese, and on my
answering in that tongue, with some halting, that I understood it but
passably, and spake it as yet hardly at all, they demanded to know
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