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 two combatants fought without observing rules; after a few passes
the sword of one entered his opponent's body, and pierced his heart
through and through, whilst the stroke of the other cleft his rival's
head. He had just life enough left to approach the damsel, and lay his
face near her's; saying, I have conquered, lady, mine thou art, and
although I have but one brief moment, wherein to call thee so, I yet
consider myself the most fortunate of men. The blood of the wounded man
bathed the face of the lady, but she was senseless, and returned no
answer. The two sailors who had rowed the boat to land, now hastened to
assist the wounded man. He who had been run through the body, was quite
dead; the other, whose head was cut across, joined his lips to those of
the bride he had so dearly bought, and breathed his last sigh.
Auristella, who had been observing all this attentively, but who had
not yet seen closely the face of the lady, now drew near, and wiping
away the blood which had flowed from the wounds of the man now lying
dead by her side, she recognized in the damsel her own maid Taurisa,
who was with her when she was in the hands of the Prince Arnoldo; and
he had told her that he had committed her to the care of two gentlemen,
who would convey her safely to Ireland. Auristella stood looking upon
her, astonished and wondering, and sadder than sadness itself; yet
her sorrow increased, when it became manifest that Taurisa was no
more. "Alas! alas!" she cried, "how does Heaven continue to mark my
unfortunate existence with the most extraordinary events: if it were
pleased now to finish my misfortunes by ending my life, I should be
happy; for the sorrows which find an end in the grave can then trouble
one no more, and death may be considered as a boon. What is this net
with which my sad destiny obstructs every path that leads to peace and
rest? What improbable adventures are these I meet with at every turn?
But tears and grief are useless now, and lamentations are of small
avail; let us devote the time we have to spare in giving burial to the
dead, and let me not afflict the living." Then she entreated Maurice to
ask the sailors who belonged to the ship, to return thither, and bring
proper implements for making a grave. Maurice did as she requested, and
went with them to the ship, in order to make some arrangements with the
captain, or persons in command, that they might receive the party on
board, and take them to whatever place they might be bound to.
Meantime, Auristella and Transila prepared the corpse of the ill-fated
Taurisa for burial. Their Christian piety and decorum would not allow
of her being undrest. Maurice returned with the necessary implements,
having also made his arrangements for their departure with the ship.
They performed the ceremony of interment for Taurisa, but the mariners
refused, as good Catholics, to pay the like respect to the bodies of
the two young men, who had died in mortal combat.
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