The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Thus were we punished for having neglected the warning given us by
the officer of the garrison. The first thing the corsair did was to
put his hand into our pockets and make free with our money. No bad
windfall for him! The two hundred pistoles from the greenhorns at
Placentia; the hundred which Moralez had received from Jerome de
Movadas, and which, as ill luck would have it, were in my custody;
all this was swept away without a single qualm of conscience. My
companions, too, had their purses well lined; and it was all fish
that came to the net. The pirate seemed to chuckle at so successful
a drag; and the scoundrel, not contented with chousing us of our
cash, insulted us with his infernal Moorish witticisms: but the edge
of his satire was not half so keen as the dire necessity which made
us the subject of it. After a thousand clumsy sarcasms, he called
for the bottles which we had set to cool in the fountain; those
irreligious Mahometans not having scrupled to load their consciences
with the conveyance of the unholy fermentation. The master and his
man pledged one another in many a Christian bumper, and drank to our
better acquaintance with a most provoking mockery.
While this farce was acting, my comrades wore a hanging look, which
testified how pleasantly their thoughts were employed. They were so
much the more out of conceit with their captivity, as they thought
they had drawn a prize in the lottery of human life. The island of
Majorca, with all its luxuries and delights, was a melancholy
contrast with their present situation. For my part, I had the good
sense to take things as I found them. Less put out of my way by my
misfortune than the rest, I joined in conversation with this
transmarine joker, and showed him that wit was the common language of
Africa and of Europe. He was pleased with my accommodating spirit.
Young man, said he, instead of groaning and sighing, you do well to
arm yourself with patience, and to fall in with the current of your
destiny. Play us a little air, continued he, observing that I had a
guitar by my side; let us have a specimen of your skill. I complied
with his command, as soon as my arms were loosened from their
confinement, and began to thrum away in a style that drew down the
applauses of my discerning audience. It is true that I had been
taught by the best master in Madrid, and that I played very tolerably
for an amateur upon that instrument. A song was then called for, and
my voice gave equal satisfaction. All the Turks on board testified
by gestures of admiration the delight with which my performance
inspired them; from which circumstance it was but modest to conclude,
that vocal music had made no very extraordinary progress in their
part of the world. The pirate whispered in my ear, that my slavery
should be no disadvantage to me; and that with my talents I might
reckon upon an employment, by which my lot would be rendered not only
supportable, but happy.
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