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 light now came near, carried by a person seemingly a barbarian,
whose age appeared to be about fifty years. On approaching them he put
down the light, which was a thick pine-branch, and embraced his son
with open arms; asking, in Castilian, what had happened that he had
brought so large a company. "Father," he replied, "let us go to our
den, for I have much to say and more to consider. The island is in a
blaze; all the inhabitants are now either ashes or half-burnt corpses.
These few persons that you see I have stolen from the fire and the
knife of the barbarians: let us go, sir, as I said to our retreat, that
my mother and sister may exercise their charity in behalf of these poor
weary and frightened guests."
The father acted as guide, and they all followed. Clelia, now somewhat
revived, was able to walk, but Periander would not part with the lovely
burden he had carried. It was not possible that he should find _that_
heavy, Auristella being the sole joy he had on earth.
They had not gone very far when they arrived in front of a high and
steep rock, at the foot of which they perceived a very narrow opening
or cave, the walls and roof of which were this same rock. Two women
drest in the barbarian costume, came forth with lighted pine-branches
in their hands. One was a girl about fifteen years of age; the other,
who seemed approaching to thirty, was beautiful, but the younger
one was surpassingly fair. One of them cried, "Ah my father and my
brother;" the elder only said, "Welcome, beloved son of my affections."
The interpretess was amazed to hear any one speak in this country
(especially women who looked like the native islanders) any language
but the customary dialect, but when she was about to ask them by what
mystery they spoke the Castilian tongue, she was prevented by the
father bidding his wife and daughter spread the hard floor of the cave
with woolly fleeces. They obeyed, placing their torches against the
walls. They then hastened to bring from an inner cave the fleeces of
sheep and goats, and other animals, with which they adorned the place,
and shielded their guests from the cold they were beginning to feel
severely.
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CHAPTER V.
_The account that the Spanish barbarian gives of himself to his new
guests._
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