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
The earnestness with which Rafaella spoke went to the hearts of
Auristella and Constance, and they believed her words, and only replied
by thanks. They immediately called Periander and Antonio, and told them
what had passed. Then, without seeming to do anything particular, they
all went out. Bartholomew objected much to the move, for he felt more
in need of rest than a change of abode; but he obeyed his masters, and
they reached the church, where they were well received by the priest
and the Jadraque, to whom they related all Rafaella had told them. The
priest said, "It is some days, gentlemen, since the arrival of these
vessels has disturbed us, and although it is customary for them to
come, yet I have felt uneasy. Come in hither, my children, the church
is a good castle, and has strong and good doors, not easily burnt or
destroyed." "Ah," said the Jadraque, "if that my eyes may but see,
before they close for ever, this land freed from the thorns and the
briers that oppress it. Ah! when will the time come, foretold by my
grandfather, who was a learned astrologer, when Spain shall see herself
entire and firm in the Christian religion, for she alone is the corner
of the earth where the true faith is most acknowledged and revered. I
am a Moor, sirs, and you hear that I deny it not, but not for this am
I the less a Christian, for God gives his grace to all who serve him,
and as you know, he makes his sun shine alike upon the good and the
bad, and bestows his rain equally on the just and the unjust. I say,
then, that this grandfather of mine used to fore-tell that, about
this time, there would reign in Spain a king of the house of Austria
(Note 7), who would conceive in his soul the difficult resolution of
expelling the Moors from the country, as one flings from one's bosom
a serpent that is devouring one's entrails, or rather, as one who
separates the wild flowers from the wheat, and pulls out the weeds
from the growing grain. Come, then, brave youth, and prudent king, and
execute this decree of expulsion; let not the fear of rendering this
country desert and depopulated, deter thee, nor even the consideration
that there are many who have been baptized whom it would not be well
to expel; for, although these are fears that deserve to be considered,
yet the carrying so great a work into effect would make them not worth
thinking of. Soon the land would be re-peopled by Christians, it would
again be fertile, and more so than it is now: it would have its lords,
and, if not so many or such humble vassals as now, yet they would be
good Catholics, under whose protection their roads would be secure,
and peace would reign, and riches increase without fear of robbers and
highwaymen."
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