Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"I will confess, I will confess!" he cried, "though I break my oath.
'Twas the young Conde de San Vincente who hired me by a large bribe to
do the deed. There was a lady whose affections he sought to gain, but
her husband was--Oh, Father, where are you? I am cold--very cold!"
cried the man.
"Who was the husband?--you slew him?" asked the Priest, stooping down
over the dying wretch.
"He was the"--but ere he could pronounce the name which hung quivering
on his lips, he uttered a loud shriek, and, with a convulsive shudder,
fell back a lifeless corpse. The priest, however, had heard enough for
his purpose; and uttering, or pretending to utter, a prayer over the
body, he rose from the ground, and some of the servants coming up, one
of them threw a cloak over the distorted features of the dead man.
While the scene of horror we have described was enacting, Don Luis had
been actively employed in restoring order to the scattered cavalcade;
his first care being to place Donna Clara in her litter, in which her
old gouvernante accompanied her. The fidalgo was too much injured and
fatigued to remount his horse, and therefore took his seat in his
litter; the two wounded men-servants being placed in the third, while
the females mounted the mules of the former; one of the mules of the
fourth litter having been wounded, they were unable to support a burden.
These various arrangements having been made; the fidalgo, with many
expressions of gratitude, would have bid farewell to his deliverer; but
Don Luis, fearful that the brigands might again return, insisted on
escorting him and his daughter to Leiria, the nearest town on the road
to Lisbon, where, if thought advisable, a guard might be procured. "I
should be performing but half my devoir as a knight, if I were to quit
you in the middle of the forest," said Don Luis; "a few hours' delay can
be of slight consequence to me, and I may happily be of some further
service to you."
"I cannot refuse your courteous offer, senhor," answered the Fidalgo,
pointing to his daughter. "For my daughter's sake, it is most
acceptable, as I yet tremble for her safety."
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