The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern StoryCervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
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The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern Story
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Voyages and travels -- Fiction
They all went that evening to the Corregidor's house, who, having heard
of the arrival of the beautiful pilgrims in the city, sent to invite
them to come and see the play, which was to be performed, and to accept
his best endeavours to be of any service to them, in consequence of all
that he had heard from Lisbon in their praise.
Periander, by the desire of Auristella and the elder Antonio, who he
obeyed as his superior in age, accepted the invitation. There were many
ladies of the city with the wife of the Corregidor, when the fair
pilgrims, with Periander and the two Antonios, entered the room: all
were amazed and confounded at the surprising beauty and grace of the
strangers, which increased the desire of every one to show them all
possible kindness and civility; and their host forced them to take the
highest places at the entertainment, which was the representation of
the fable of Cephalus and Procris, when she, from an undue jealousy,
lost her life by the dart too incautiously thrown by him, to his
eternal sorrow. The verse bordered on perfection, as it was composed,
they say, by Juan de Herrera de Gamboa, nicknamed _El Maganto_, or the
Spiritless, whose genius soared to the highest order of poetry.
When the play was over, the ladies examined the beauties of Auristella
minutely, and each feature separately, and found that they composed a
whole, that might well be named "perfection" without a blot. The men
said as much of Periander, and all agreed in praising highly the beauty
of Constance and her brother.
They stayed in the city three days, during which the Corregidor and
his lady showed every possible kindness to the pilgrims, and loaded
them with gifts. They in return promised to send the history of their
adventures, and of all that should befall them, to their kind friends.
They left Badajoz, and travelled on to our lady of Guadaloupe. After
a journey of three days, in which they had gone five leagues, night
overtook them on a mountain, which was covered with Ilexes, and other
trees: it was that pleasant season of the year when there is an equal
balance between the two equinoxes--neither too hot nor too cold--and
in case of necessity, just as pleasant to spend the night in the open
air as in a village; and therefore being far from any inn, it was
Auristella's desire that it should be passed in one of the sheepfolds
of the herdsmen that they saw were near. They did as she wished,
and had hardly gone above two hundred steps into the wood, when the
darkness came on so fast that they paused to look for the light that
shone from the herdsmen's fold, which served as their polar star, for
fear of losing their way; the extreme darkness, and a sound that was
heard at a distance, made them slacken their pace, and the boy Antonio
began to think of his bow, his constant companion; at this instant a
man on horseback came up to them and said, "Good people, do you belong
to this place?"
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