Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
At that moment a faint cry was heard through the forest, nor needed the
cavalier other inducement to dash forward in the direction from which it
proceeded, pointing with his hand, as he rode towards the trees, to the
party who remained bound, to indicate them to his servants, one of whom,
as he came up, leaped from his horse, and busied himself in releasing
them, while the rest galloped after their master into the forest. No
sooner did the fidalgo find himself at liberty, than seizing a sword
which had been left on the ground, he rushed off in the direction his
daughter had been carried, followed by his faithful escudeiro, who was
the next person released from his bonds. The rest of the servants and
the priest were soon set at liberty, as were some of the muleteers, the
former hurrying off to join their master, entirely forgetting, in their
haste, to release the women; but, fortunately for them, the muleteers
had either more gallantry, or were less anxious to enter into danger.
The priest also stalked off in the same direction, muttering dark curses
on the heads of the robbers. When released by the muleteers, the old
nurse was in an almost insensible state, from terror at the danger of
her young charge; but the youthful females, even before their arms were
set at liberty, made most significant gestures to have their mouths
cleared of the handkerchiefs so unceremoniously thrust into them, which
operation was no sooner performed, than, as the renowned Baron
Munchausen's horn, when brought near the fire, gave forth the tones
frozen up during the winter, so did they give vent, as if to make amends
for their compulsory silence, to the most piercing shrieks, one trying
to outvie the other in their loudness and number, so that it might have
been supposed they were undergoing some fresh attack from the robbers,
instead of being released by their friends. The old nurse threw herself
on the ground, giving way to her terror in tears. "Oh my child! my dear
child!" she cried; "they have torn her away, and I shall never see her
more."
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