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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
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the same time dropping his staff and drawing his dagger with the left 

hand. Now he was well armed, and looked so fierce and soldier-like as he 

faced his foes, that, although four or five blades were out, they held 

back. Then Peter spoke for the first time, for he knew that against so 

many he had no chance. 

 

"Englishmen," he cried in ringing tones, but without shifting his head 

or glance, "will you see me murdered by these Spanish dogs?" 

 

There was a moment's pause, then a voice behind cried: 

 

"By God! not I," and a brawny Kentish man-at-arms ranged up beside him, 

his cloak thrown over his left arm, and his sword in his right hand. 

 

"Nor I," said another. "Peter Brome and I have fought together before." 

 

"Nor I," shouted a third, "for we were born in the same Essex hundred." 

 

And so it went on, until there were as many stout Englishmen at his side 

as there were Spaniards and Scotchmen before him. 

 

"That will do," said Peter, "we want no more than man to man. Look to 

the women, comrades behind there. Now, you murderers, if you would see 

English sword-play, come on, or, if you are afraid, let us go in peace." 

 

"Yes, come on, you foreign cowards," shouted the mob, who did not love 

these turbulent and privileged guards. 

 

By now the Spanish blood was up, and the old race-hatred awake. In 

broken English the sergeant of the guard shouted out some filthy insult 

about Margaret, and called upon his followers to "cut the throats of the 

London swine." Swords shone red in the red sunset light, men shifted 

their feet and bent forward, and in another instant a great and bloody 

fray would have begun. 

 

But it did not begin, for at that moment a tall senor, who had been 

standing in the shadow and watching all that passed, walked between the 

opposing lines, as he went striking up the swords with his arm. 

 

"Have done," said d'Aguilar quietly, for it was he, speaking in Spanish. 

"You fools! do you want to see every Spaniard in London torn to pieces? 

As for that drunken brute," and he touched the corpse of Andrew with his 

foot, "he brought his death upon himself. Moreover, he was not a 

Spaniard, there is no blood quarrel. Come, obey me! or must I tell you 

who I am?" 

 

"We know you, Marquis," said the leader in a cowed voice. "Sheath your 

swords, comrades; after all, it is no affair of ours." 

 

The men obeyed somewhat unwillingly; but at this moment arrived the 

ambassador de Ayala, very angry, for he had heard of the death of his 


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