The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.Bird, Robert Montgomery
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The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
The young man waved his hand to Befo; at which signal Befo threw himself
upon his haunches, looking after Juan till he beheld him issue from the
long passage into the open air. Then rising, with the air of a servant
who understands his duty much better even than his master, he followed
slowly after the pair into the garden.
CHAPTER X.
The royal garden of Tezcuco was an extensive piece of ground, fenced, on
three sides, by the palace and its dependencies, and bounded on the
fourth, by the waters of the lake, from which it was divided by a low
wall, long since broken down by the Conquerors, by certain shadowy
buildings, and by clumps of noble cypresses and other trees. The moon,
not yet near her full, shone westward of the meridian, in a sky
intensely azure and almost cloudless; and her beams could be traced,
through the wall of cypresses, glittering and dancing on the light
waves, as they rippled up merrily to the night-breeze. What taste was
displayed in the plan and cultivation of the garden, could not be
determined, at this hour, and in this insufficient, though beautiful,
light. One could behold, indeed, obscurely, flower-beds and shrubberies,
winding alleys and hanging groves, little still pools and even, here and
there, a jetting fountain, scattered about in a manner which the
imagination might believe was designed and judicious; but it seemed, at
night, rather a wilderness, in which the nostrils had greater reason to
be gratified than the eyes. A thousand odours fell from the trees, a
thousand scents rose from the flowers, as the heads of the one and the
petals of the other were shaken by the flitting gusts. It was a scene
calculated at least to soothe exasperated feelings, and induce sentiment
and melancholy in the breast of the contemplative.
To Juan's temperament, it would have been, at any other moment,
saddening enough; but his thoughts were, at present, far too much, and
far too painfully, engaged, to permit any to be wasted upon it.
As he followed hastily at the heels of the Alguazil, he made one or two
agitated attempts to draw from him some further tokens to remove or
confirm his boding suspicions; but the Alguazil had on the sudden grown
very cautiously or very maliciously silent, and answered only by
pressing his finger on his lips, eyeing the youth significantly, and
hurrying him more rapidly along.
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