The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
General
The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
In my mistress's female squad there was a nymph named Portia. To say
nothing of her youth and beauty, it was her meek demeanor and good
repute that captivated me, who had yet to learn that none but the
brave deserves the fair. The marchioness's secretary, as proud as a
prime minister, and as jealous as the Grand Turk, was caught in the
same trap as myself. No sooner did he cast an unlucky squint at my
advances, than, without waiting to see how Portia might chance to
fancy them, he determined pell-mell to have a tilt with me. To
forward this ghostly enterprise, he gave me an appointment one
morning in a place sadly impervious to all seasonable interruption.
Yet as he was a little go-by-the-ground, scarcely up to my shoulders,
and apparently of feeble frame, he did not look like a very dangerous
antagonist; so away I went with some little courage to the appointed
spot. Thinking to come off with flying colors, I anticipated the
effect of my bravery on the heart of Portia; but as it turned out, I
was gathering my laurels before they had budded. The little
secretary, who had been practising for two or three years at the
fencing-school, disarmed me like a very baby, and holding the point
of his sword up to my throat, Prepare thyself, said he, to balance
thine accounts with this world, and open a correspondence with the
next, or give me thy rascally word to leave the Marchioness of Chaves
this very day, and never more to think of my Portia. I gave him my
rascally word, and was honest enough not to think of breaking it.
There was an awkwardness in showing my face before the servants of
the family, after having been worsted; and especially before the high
and mighty princess who had been the theme of our tournament. I only
returned home to get together my baggage and wages, and on that very
day set off towards Toledo, with a purse pretty well lined, and a
knapsack at my back with my wardrobe and movables. Though my
rascally word was not given to abandon the purlieus of Madrid, I
considered it as a matter of delicacy to disappear, at least for a
few seasons. My resolution was to make the tour of Spain, and to
halt first at one town and then at another. My ready money, thought
I, will carry me a good way: I shall not call about me very
prodigally. When my stock is exhausted, I can but go into service
again. A lad of my versatility will find places in plenty, whenever
it may be convenient to look out for them.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account