Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
Luis had one morning wandered, accompanied by Pedro, nearly into the
centre of the ruins; for there was something consonant with his own
feelings in their desolate aspect, and he loved to be among them;
perhaps, that the contemplation of the misery he beheld afforded, in the
comparison, some alleviation to his own. The immediate scene we have
already described;--beyond, on the hills above, were scattered the tents
and huts of the inhabitants; while on every side, in the distance, arose
the lofty gibbets, loaded with ghastly corpses,--a warning to the daring
banditti who even yet prowled about, thirsting for booty, though their
numbers and depredations had greatly been diminished by the summary
proceedings against them. As he was returning homeward, he overtook a
party of the new guards, dragging a man on among them towards the
nearest hall of justice. He was about to pass them, when his steps were
arrested by a voice calling to him from the crowd, in accents of
entreaty, "Oh, Senhor Don Luis! save me, save me!--You know that I am an
honest man and a friar, which I cannot make these gentlemen believe, and
I shall be hung, to a certainty, before I can prove my innocence."
On hearing himself addressed, Luis turned round, and beheld his quondam
acquaintance, Fre Diogo Lopez, in the hands of the officials of the law.
"Speak a word for me, senhor," he continued. "You know that I saved
your life the other day; so, if you have a spark of the noble sentiment
of gratitude, you will return me the favour on this occasion, or you
will never enjoy another."
"He speaks true," said Luis to the guards; "and if you have no specific
charge against him, I will be answerable if you will release him."
"That is utterly impossible, senhor," said the chief of the party. "I
have no doubt but that you are a gentleman; but I know that this is a
vagabond and a rogue. He is a friar, he says; and see, he is dressed in
the gay suit of a dandy; besides, he can give no account of himself."
"Few innocent people can answer, when first accused of some dreadful
crime at which their soul revolts," interrupted the Friar; "and then, as
in my case, their hesitation is taken as a sign of their guilt. I can
clearly account for wearing these clothes; for I had arrived in Lisbon
late on the night preceding the earthquake, to be present at the
festival of All the Saints; when, weary from my long journey on foot, I
overslept myself; so that, when the dreadful event took place, I was
fast asleep; and, hastily rising, I rushed out into the street, in a
state more easily imagined than described. Now, being a modest man, I
was anxious to take the earliest opportunity of supplying myself with
garments, and, finding an unfortunate youth, who had been killed by the
falling of a beam, with a decent suit on, uninjured, and seeing it could
be of no further use to him, I took the liberty of appropriating it."
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