Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"No fear of that, my son," said the venerable personage; "there is no
character in the world so quickly gained, or so easily maintained, as
that of sanctity, which is the reason so many people assume it who have
lost all claim to any other. Remember that, my son, for I have full
cause to know the truth of what I say. Now Heaven speed you, for you
are a good youth!"
With these words, the hermit retired into the recesses of the cave, and
Luis issued into the open air. As advised, he climbed up the hill by
the steep path he had descended, which he found far less difficulty in
doing; and crossing to the other side, he was happy to perceive his
horse quietly grazing in a field below, somewhat impeded in the
operation by the bit in his mouth, while the boy had gone to sleep by
his side, wondering when the fidalgo would return.
Luis roused the boy, and gave him a piece of silver, probably a larger
amount than he had ever before possessed, while he threw the reins over
his horse's neck and prepared to mount. The lad's eyes glistened with
delight, and in a moment he appeared to be brisk and intelligent enough.
"A thousand thanks, for your charity to a poor lad, senhor," he said;
"and I have something to tell you. Some time after you were gone away,
while I was lying down on the grass, thinking of going to sleep, some
strange men came up to your horse, and, without saying a word, took your
pistols out of the holsters, threw out the priming, and returned them
quickly back again. They looked so fierce, that I was afraid to say
anything; so I snored away, pretending to be fast asleep, and the men
directly afterwards went away; but I forgot all about it till you gave
me the piece of silver."
Luis immediately examined his pistols, and found that they had been
tampered with; then, carefully reloading them, and giving the boy
another piece of money for his information, he mounted his horse, and
regained the road, and had just done so when he saw a horseman galloping
along to meet him, in whom he was by no means sorry to recognise his
servant Pedro.
"Oh, senhor!" exclaimed the honest fellow, when he came up to him, "I am
delighted to see you safe and sound; for my mind misgave me, ever since
you told me you were going to meet an acquaintance of that rascally
friar;--Heaven forgive me if I wrong him;--so at last I determined to
take a horse and follow you; but now I have found you, it is all right,
and I hope you will forgive me my fears for your safety."
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