Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
As his distinguished guests retired into the house, the landlord, bowing
most obsequiously, ushered them (alas! through the stable and kitchen),
up a sadly narrow and dirty flight of steps, to the room we have
described before, where the servants spread a repast they had brought
with them, the landlord being perfectly content with supplying the
muleteers and their animals with food.
Rosa could scarcely keep her eyes from the young lady, as she bustled
round her, offering to perform any service in her power; and when, at
length, she had contrived to separate her from the rest of her party,
looking down on the ground as she spoke, she whispered "Do not be
afraid, senhora, whatever sort of people you may meet on the road, for I
am sure they would not harm any one so lovely."
"What do you mean, my good girl?" asked the lady, in a sweet tone. "We
are not likely to meet any one to harm us, for they say the roads are
perfectly free from robbers."
"Oh no, senhora, Heaven deliver us from robbers; I do not speak of
them," answered Rosa, in a hesitating manner, "but there are all sorts
of odd people about, and I thought I would put you on your guard, that
is all. I am sure they will not harm her," she uttered, as she turned
away with a tear in her eye.
The young lady was not at all alarmed by the hints the good-natured girl
threw out; indeed, she so little attended to them, that she forgot all
about them a minute afterwards.
The travellers, after remaining nearly two hours at the inn, their
horses and mules being refreshed, again proceeded on their way, the host
redoubling the obsequiousness of his bows as they departed, and wishing
them, with much apparent earnestness, a successful journey. The track,
for it did not deserve the name of a road, lay over the uncultivated
moor we have before spoken of; the hollows and hillocks they were
obliged to cross or to circumvent, much prolonging the distance, the
utmost pace the litters could advance being scarce a league an hour; a
great contrast to the present railroad speed of other countries. This
slow progress was very fatiguing, increased by the fine dust, dried by
the summer heats, which rose in thick clouds at every step the animals
took; there was also scarce a breath of air, the fervent rays of the sun
shining with uninterrupted force on their heads.
Senhor Christovao and the grave friar rode on in front, out of hearing
of the rest of the party; the latter evidently endeavouring to press
some matter of importance on the consideration of the gentleman.
"Depend on it, senhor, the peaceful serenity of a monastic life is the
most happy lot a female can enjoy in this vale of tears; there, free
from the cares and disappointments which her sisters in adversity are
doomed to suffer, she spends her days in prayers and thanksgivings, in
anxious expectation of the arrival of her heavenly Bridegroom."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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