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
"Now," said the master of the inn, "I know not that I ought to say that
I feel sorry for the fair weather which all the signs in the sky seem
to promise at sea. The sun shines clear and bright, far and wide one
cannot perceive the smallest cloud. The waves murmur on the shore with
a gentle sound, and the birds are scattered abroad over the ocean, all
which are signs of fair and durable weather; a fact which will cause me
to be soon left alone by the noble guests whom fortune has brought to
my inn."
"Even so will it be," said Maurice, "for however agreeable and pleasant
your company has been, the desire of returning home will prevent our
enjoying it much longer. For my part, I must say, that I think of
sailing to-night at the first watch, if the opinion of my pilot, and
that of the officers who are in the ship, should agree with mine."
To which Arnoldo rejoined: "The loss of time is irrecoverable; but,
most of all, loss of time at sea can never be remedied." In short,
there was but one opinion amongst the whole party--that they should
sail that night for England, to which all were bound.
Arnoldo rose from table, and taking Periander by the hand, drew him out
of the inn; and when they were alone, and out of hearing of any one,
he said, "It is impossible, friend Periander, but that your sister,
Auristella, must have told you of the inclination I had for her during
the two years that she was in the power of the king, my father; but
so much did I respect her, that no word ever fell from my lips, that
could disturb her modesty. I never wished for more of her history than
she chose to tell me; picturing her in my imagination, not as a person
of ordinary or low estate, but as if she was queen of the whole world;
because her modesty, gravity, and exceeding great discretion, prevented
all possibility of thinking otherwise. A thousand times I offered to
marry her, and with the full consent of my father, and yet I thought
the offer short of her merits; but ever she made answer, that until she
was in the city of Rome, where she had a vow to accomplish, she could
not dispose of herself. She never would tell me her quality, nor that
of her parents, nor did I, as I said before, ever importune her on that
point, for she herself, independent of all nobility of birth, deserved
not only the crown of Denmark, but that of every kingdom upon earth.
"I have told you all this, Periander, because I consider you as a
person of understanding and discretion, and because the happiness is
not small which I ask at your's and your sister's hands, asking her of
you for a wife; and promising to fulfil this offer, when and where
she pleases; here, beneath this humble roof, or in the gilded halls of
Rome; and I also swear that I will conduct myself towards her in all
respect and decorum, until this desired hour shall arrive."
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