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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
ENVOI

the floor. 

 

"Of course, Senor," the host replied as he picked this up also and 

handed it back politely, "but shake yourself, there may still be a coin 

or two in your doublet." Castell did so, whereon the gold in his belt, 

loosened by what had fallen out, rattled audibly, and the audience 

smiled again, while the host congratulated him on the fact that he was 

in an honest house, and not wandering on the mountains, which were the 

home of so many bad men. 

 

Having pocketed his money with the best grace he could, and buckled his 

belt beneath his robe, Castell and Peter sat down at a table a little 

apart, and asked if they could have some supper. The host assented, and 

called to the Moorish servant to bring food, then sat down also, and 

began to put questions to them, of a sort which showed that their guide 

had already told all their story. 

 

"How did you learn of our shipwreck?" asked Castell by way of answer. 

 

"How? Why, from the people of the marquis, who stopped here to drink a 

cup of wine when he passed to Granada yesterday with his company and two 

senoras. He said that the _San Antonio_ had sunk, but told us nothing of 

your being left aboard of her." 

 

"Then forgive us, friend, if we, whose business is of no interest to 

you, copy his discretion, as we are weary and would rest." 

 

"Certainly, Senors--certainly," replied the man; "I go to hasten your 

supper, and to fetch you a flask of the wine of Granada worthy of your 

degree," and he left them. 

 

A while later their food came--good meat enough of its sort--and with it 

the wine in an earthenware jug, which, as he filled their horn mugs, the 

host said he had poured out of the flask himself that the crust of it 

might not slip. Castell thanked him, and asked him to drink a cup to 

their good journey; but he declined, answering that it was a fast day 

with him, on which he was sworn to touch only water. Now Peter, who had 

said nothing all this time, but noted much, just touched the wine with 

his lips, and smacked them as though in approbation while he whispered 

in English to Castell: 

 

"Drink it not; it is drugged!" 

 

"What says your son?" asked the host. 

 

"He says that it is delicious, but suddenly he has remembered what I too 

forgot, that the doctor at Motril forbade us to touch wine for fear lest 

we should worsen the hurts that we had in the shipwreck. Well, let it 

not be wasted. Give it to your friends. We must be content with thinner 

stuff." And taking up a jug of water that stood upon the table, he 


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