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
As soon as Feliciana was dressed in her new garb, she felt eager and
anxious to be off: Auristella knew this, and by general consent,
they took leave of the hospitable old shepherd, and the rest of the
herdsmen, and departed, taking the road to Cáceres. When at any time
any one of the women became weary, the baggage mule afforded her a
means of rest, or they sat down by the side of some murmuring stream,
or sparkling fountain, or the verdure of some pleasant meadow invited
them to repose.
And so they journeyed on, being weary and resting alternately; but as
it rarely happens that good intentions are carried into effect without
any hindrances, it pleased Heaven that this charming party (one in
intention, although many in number) should meet with the obstacle of
which you shall now hear.
The green herbage of a delightful meadow had offered a pleasant retreat
to the travellers: the clear and sweet waters of a little rivulet that
trickled through the grass, had refreshed their faces; a number of
thorns and brambles formed a wall, and shelter all round them. It was
an agreeable spot to rest in, when all of a sudden, breaking through
the thick and tangled branches, a youth, in the dress of a traveller,
rushed in among them; his back was pierced through with a sword, and
the point came out at his breast. He fell down before them, and as
he fell, exclaimed, "God be with me;" and so saying, he expired. It
happened all in one moment; and although at so strange a sight, every
one had risen in confusion, Periander was the first to fly to his
assistance, and seeing that he was quite dead, he tried to draw out the
sword. The two Antonios leaped over the bushes to look if any one was
to be seen who could have committed this treacherous and cruel murder,
for it was clearly a traitor's deed, seeing that the blow had been
dealt from behind, but they saw nobody. They returned to the rest, and
the great youth and noble appearance of the murdered stranger increased
the pity they felt for his death. They examined the body minutely, and
found, under a loose jacket of grey velvet, over the doublet, a chain
of four links of gold, from which was suspended a crucifix, also of
gold; and between the doublet and the shirt, they found, in an ebony
case richly worked, the portrait of a very beautiful woman, round which
were these lines:--
She freezes, she burns,
She looks and speaks,
O miracle of beauty!
Such power your face possesses
Even in a picture.
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