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 physicians ordered that she should never be left alone, and that
they should try and divert her mind with music, if she took pleasure
in hearing it, or with any other cheerful amusement. Sinforosa took
upon herself the care of the invalid, and bestowed her company upon her
continually--a kindness which Auristella could willingly have excused,
seeing that it was keeping the very cause of her illness always before
her eyes. She could not expect a cure, because she was resolved not to
tell what ailed her.
She was at length left alone in her apartment with only the two
princesses; Sinforosa soon found an excuse to get rid of Polycarpa; and
hardly did she see herself alone with Auristella, than embracing her,
and pressing both her hands closely in her own, with deep and heavy
sighs, she seemed as if she wished to translate her own soul into
the body of Auristella, who was greatly disturbed by her emotion, and
said, "What ails you, lady, what mean these signs of suffering; as if
you, more than myself, required the aid of a physician? Tell me how I
can help you, or serve you; for although my body is weak, my will is
strong."
"Sweet friend, how much your offer gratifies me," answered Sinforosa,
"and with the same readiness you show in obliging me, I will reply,
without any affected politeness, or frigid compliments. My sister, for
I must call you by that name whilst life endures, my sister! I am in
love; very much in love; but shame, and being what I am, restrain my
tongue. Must I die in silence? Is there any miracle that can cure my
complaint?"
Sinforosa said all this, with so many sighs and tears that Auristella
was moved to dry her eyes and embrace her, saying, "Do not die, O most
afflicted lady, with thus constraining your tongue to silence. Cast
away for a time shame and bashfulness, and confide your secret to me;
for griefs communicated, if not healed, are at least alleviated; if,
as I guess, your sorrows are those of love, well do I know that you
are made of flesh and blood, although you look like alabaster; and as
I also know that our hearts are formed to be restless, and that they
cannot help loving those whom their stars have decreed they must love,
whether they will or no. Tell me then, lady, who it is you love; for,
as it is not probable that you have, like some in ancient story, taken
a bull, or a shower of gold and silver for the object of your worship,
it must needs be some man that you adore; and this will not cause
either fear or amazement in me, for I am woman as you are, and have
my own inclinations and feelings; and though they have never escaped
from my lips for maiden shame, yet they might well have done so in
the unconsciousness of fever. But the hour will come at last when all
disguise must cease; and it may be that in my last will, you will learn
the cause of my death."
Sinforosa kept looking at her all the while she spoke, and treasured
every word she uttered as if it were an oracle.
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