Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I had forgotten it, sire. I did not wish to be recognised by the men
from whom I took you. They might make powerful and secret enemies!" and
I took it off and pocketed it.
"It is they who will fear you, not you fear them. And you did this all
by yourself!" The earnest boyish admiration was so frank and free that
I smiled. "Where are we going?" he asked next, and leaning across he
held out his hand. "I trust you, of course, implicitly."
I grasped it warmly.
"I think we can do no better than make our way back by the Coudova road.
I know it well, and we can cover most of the way at the gallop. If
anything should have been heard of this, Her Majesty will be almost mad
with anxiety."
"Ah, my dear mother! You are as thoughtful as you are brave, senor.
What a debt do we and Spain not owe to you!"
"Forward then," I said, and urging my horse to a quick canter we pushed
on rapidly.
We scarcely spoke as we rode, except when I had a word to say about the
direction. I on my side had no wish for conversation, and the young
King needed all his strength and attention for his horse. Twice,
however, we had to draw rein to wind the horses up hills and then he
asked me the question which I had been anticipating and which I did not
know how to answer.
"You have not told me your name, senor?"
"And with your Majesty’s permission I will for the present remain
unknown. I am an Englishman, and having been a witness of the attack
upon your carriage, followed in the hope of being of service."
"An Englishman!" he exclaimed, in great surprise. Then, after a long
pause, "I have always read and heard what a brave nation you English
are—now I know it for myself. But you must let us know your name. My
mother will insist; and I—well, I should never be happy unless I knew
it. I am only a boy, senor; but I shall never forget you, and never
rest till I have shown what I think of your courage."
"It is more than probable I may some day ask you for some favour; but
for the present permit me to remain unknown."
We galloped forward again then, and as we rode I thought the matter
over. If it were known at once in the palace that Ferdinand Carbonnell
had effected the rescue, there would be two immediate consequences, both
likely to be disastrous to my plans. The Carlists would assuredly hear
of it, and my life would be in danger; while Sebastian Quesada would
know at once, and my chances of successfully fighting him would be
almost hopelessly minimised.
When we drew rein the second time, therefore, at a hill just before we
reached the city, I carried the plan further.
"Your Majesty was good enough to say that you trusted me; may I at once
request a favour?"
"There is nothing you can ask in my mother’s or my power to grant,
senor, which you may not now consider granted before it is sought," he
answered, enthusiastically.
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