The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern StoryCervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
General
The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern Story
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Voyages and travels -- Fiction
Arnoldo thought it would be wise to accept their offer, since there
was every appearance of rough weather; they all therefore rose, and
following Renato and Eusebia, who acted as their guides, reached
the summit of a small mountain, or hill rather, where they saw two
hermitages, more suitable for persons who were to pass their lives in
poverty than attractive by their elegance or rich adornment.
They entered the first dwelling and the largest, which was lighted with
two lamps, by the aid of which they could distinguish what was within;
this was, an altar, with three images thereon: one was, the image of
the Saviour of the World dead and crucified; another was the Queen of
Heaven, and Lady of Joy, seated sorrowfully at the feet of Him who
has the whole world under his feet; and the third was of the beloved
disciple, who in his sleep saw more than any eyes will ever behold,
though they were more numerous than the stars of Heaven.
They knelt and said a prayer with profound respect, and then Renato
led them into an adjoining apartment, to which they entered through a
door that was close to the altar. Finally, since such simple matters do
not need a long history, I will not dwell upon all that passed, nor on
the frugal supper which was plentiful only in the ample welcome they
received from the hermits, whose poverty was too apparent from the mean
and humble clothing they wore: they seemed to be on the verge of old
age, yet still there might be seen in Eusebia the remains of beauty,
which must once have been very great.
Auristella, Transila, and Constance, remained in this apartment, where
beds were prepared for them of dry rushes and sweet smelling herbs. The
men were accommodated in the hermitage in different places,--some as
hard as they were cold, and as cold as they were hard. Time passed as
it usually does--the night flew by, and the day dawned clear and mild;
the sea lay before them so calm and still that it seemed as if inviting
them to return and enjoy it by embarking once more, and this they would
doubtless have done, if the pilot had not come up to say, it would
not do to trust to the signs of fine weather, for though the present
promise was fair, he thought it would turn out quite otherwise.
They determined to abide by his opinion, for they well knew that in
such matters the simplest mariner is better skilled than the most
learned philosopher in the world. The ladies left their herby beds,
the men their hard resting-place, and all sallied forth to view from
the summit of the hill the smiling prospect that lay around them. The
little island was hardly twelve miles in length, but so full of fruit
trees, so well watered, so verdant, and so flowery, that in one and the
same moment all the five senses might be gratified.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account