He caused all the arms, offensive and defensive, that could be found in
the house, to be carried by two faithful domestics into his own
apartment, such as muskets, musketoons, pistols, halberts, pikes,
partizans, helmets, and targets; the whole of them covered with rust;
but the danger was too near at hand to think of having them cleaned. One
would have thought, from the active and terrible preparations that were
going forward, that it was at least apprehended that the enemy was
advancing to take the house by assault; for though Don Lewis had never
been himself in the wars, yet, being son and grandson to general
officers, he would not have it said that he knew nothing of the matter.
He dispatched one of his most trusty servants to purchase powder and
ball sufficient to load about seventeen or eighteen fire-arms, which he
designed to entrust to some of the bravest of his domestics. All these
preparations were made without any noise, being aware that great
undertakings required secrecy. Every thing was so well conducted, that
he even managed to conceal his designs from his son and daughter, on
account of their affection for Daraxa, who had not the least suspicion
of what was going forward.
When he had thus arranged everything agreeably to his desire, and the
clock had struck eleven, his two confidential servants brought up all
the other domestics, whom he posted in different places, distributing
the arms among them according as he judged each able to make use of
them. He disposed of the greater part of them in the highest rooms in
the house, whence they commanded a view of the garden, and were
themselves out of sight; and he forbade them from firing without first
apprising him of whatever they might see. He placed himself in a closet
directly opposite Daraxa’s chamber, choosing this post for himself as
one that particularly required his immediate vigilance and attention. He
was accompanied by his equerry, an old servant, whose bravery was equal
to his master’s, and who, from the bottom of his heart, wished all the
disturbers of his sleep at the devil. But the die was cast; and, since
posted on bivouac duty, they could not now in honour retreat until they
had fully ascertained that there was nothing to be feared from the
enemy.
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