"Have the kindness," said he, in some unknown tongue, but which was
quite intelligible to me--"have the kindness to let me feel your
pulse." Scarcely knowing what I did, I held out my hand. "Your nose,
if you please," quoth the physician; on which he took it, big as it
was, between his finger and thumb, and gave it such a squeeze, that it
burst with a noise like thunder, and instantly relapsed into its former
shape. At the report, I could hear the sentries on the walls a mile
off, hailing--"quien viva, quien viva," along the whole line. The
figure now came forward, so that I could see him. He was a tall and
very handsome man, but his complexion, pale and ashy, had the
self-radiant appearance of steel at a white heat; indeed the glow of
his face was like to roast my skin into parchment. His features were
good, but there was rather a peculiar cast in his eye. He wore a black
silk cowl, which stuck out a little over his ears on each side, as if
two small horns had been concealed under it; and he was dressed in deep
black. One leg was symmetry itself, but the other was shaped like that
of a satyr, and ended in a hoof; however, the shank was covered with a
silk stocking, and the hoof by a curiously-shaped shoe, made by Hoby to
fit with wonderful neatness.
"You will do very well now," said he, "so I will see how Mr Listado
comes on;" and, as he turned to where he lay, I saw a small barbed
tail, glowing like red-hot iron, protruding from between the voluminous
skirts of his coat, that corruscated, and sent sparks all about the
room. It kept twisting about like a live eel, and jerking in a fidgety
manner; and I was puzzling myself how it did not burn the cloth of his
skirts, when my attention was fixed on what the figure was doing.
Listado was still sound asleep; there was a basin of water on a chair
close to his head;--the figure dipped the end of the tail into it, when
it instantly began to boil furiously, so that the spray of the bubbles,
as they frothed and poppled about, burnt Listado's face, and he awoke.
"Who has scalded me in this way?" quoth he.
"Only have patience, my dear sir," said the physician; "it is all meant
kindly,--merely to season you; merely to season you."
"Season me--season me to what, d--n me"--quoth Listado in a fury.
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