John, of Austria, 1547-1578; Spain -- History -- Philip II, 1556-1598
"Since August I have been here without going home. Now H.M.
is willing that I should go and fetch my wife, and that we
should establish ourselves, and although you must understand
what a work it is to live here, I do it, in spite of the
inconveniences, knowing that it is H.M.'s pleasure, so I go
and shall return with the companion you know." As soon as he
had returned from his journey and had established Doña
Magdalena and the "companion" in Cuacos, he hastens to
apprise the mysterious correspondent, sending the news this
time in a prudent "the rest," the innocent Jeromín being all
unconscious of their supervision. "After having done what
you asked in your letter in Valladolid and having found out
everything and how everybody was there, I went home, leaving
again as quickly as possible with Doña Magdalena and 'the
rest,' and arrived here on the 1st inst. (July). We found
the Emperor very well and fatter than when I left, and with
a very good colour and in good spirits."
Doña Magdalena arrived at Cuacos on the 1st of July, as the preceding
letter relates. The same day the Emperor sent her a courteous letter of
welcome and a substantial present of "cecina," the meat of sheep fed
only on bread, and other victuals with which the larder of Yuste
overflowed, as Kings, Princes, Grandees and prelates disputed for the
honour of supplying it, and each sent the best produce of their estates.
Jeromín came with delight to Cuacos, with the hope of knowing the
legendary hero of his martial dreams, the Emperor, whom he always
painted to himself as wearing a plumed helmet on his head, his shining
armour crossed by a red sash, riding the Andalusian horse caparisoned
with velvet and gold, as he is painted in his famous Muhlberg picture by
Titian, or as a thousand times Juan Galarza and Luis Quijada,
eye-witnesses, had described him. The boy quite understood that in his
humble position of an unknown child he would not see the Emperor close,
or kiss his hand, or hear his voice, but he counted on seeing him from
afar, and he knew from Quijada that the Emperor walked in the garden and
sometimes even dined in the open air on the terrace of the house.
However, day followed day, and in spite of all his vigilance Jeromín
never caught a glimpse of the Emperor in the garden or on the terrace.
When at last, one night after supper, Doña Magdalena called him and told
him that his desire was to be more than fulfilled, as the next day he
was to accompany her, as page of honour, to visit the Emperor, it gave
the boy such a shock, and he turned so white, that the lady was
frightened and took him in her arms. Jeromín, throwing his round her
neck, with the affection that he felt for her, told her ingenuously that
the idea of speaking to the Emperor terrified him, and that he should
not know what to answer.
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