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 sun sank to rest in the arms of Thetis; the sea was as calm as
before; the wind was fair and steady, not a cloud was to be seen that
could alarm a mariner. The skies, the sea, the wind, all promised a
prosperous voyage; when Maurice cried aloud, in a voice of terror,
"Without a doubt, we are sinking; we sink, without a doubt."
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CHAPTER XIX.
_Wherein is given an account of what two Soldiers did, and how
Periander and Auristella were separated._
To which cries, replied the prince Arnoldo, "How is this, O learned
Maurice? where are these waters which overwhelm us? where the waves
that assail us?" The answer was given by a sailor, who rushed on deck
with gestures of terror, water running from his mouth and eyes, and
in affrighted and scarcely articulate accents, exclaimed, "The ship's
sides are opening everywhere; the sea is rushing in fast--you will
soon see it cover the deck! let every man see to his safety, and look
best how to save his life. Get the skiff out, or the barge, O Prince
Arnoldo, and take the things you value most with you, before these
cruel waves swallow up all!"
The ship was now motionless from the weight of water in her. The pilot
set all the sails with skill. Every one in fear and terror hurried to
seek for some remedy, some means of escape. The prince and Periander
got out the smaller boat, and launched it into the sea; they placed
Auristella, Transila, Ricla, and Constance in this. Finding that
nobody thought of her, Rosamund joined herself to the party, and after
her, Arnoldo made Maurice follow.
Now there were two soldiers lowering the barge which was hung on the
ship's side, and one of them seeing that his comrade wished to be the
first to get into her, drew a knife from his belt, and plunged it into
the other's heart, crying, "Since our crime has been committed to so
little purpose, let this serve for thy punishment and my expiation
at least during the short time I have to live." So saying, without
attempting to avail himself of the means of escape the boat offered, he
desperately flung himself into the sea; but before he sank, he uttered
these half-articulate words:--
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