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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

at the same time spurring his horse to the front and drawing his sword. 

 

Choosing the spot where their line was weakest he dashed through it 

easily enough but next second heard a cry from Margaret, and pulled his 

horse round to see that her mare had fallen, and that she and Castell 

were in the hands of the thieves. Indeed, already rough men had hold of 

her, and one of them was trying to tear the veil from her face. With a 

shout of rage Peter charged them, and struck so fierce a blow that his 

sword cut through the fellow's helmet into his skull, so that he fell 

down, dying or dead, Margaret's veil still in his hand. 

 

Then they rushed at him, five or six of them, and, although he wounded 

another man, dragged him from his horse, and, as he lay upon his back, 

sprang at him to finish him before he could rise. Already their knives 

and swords were over him, and he was making his farewells to life, when 

he heard a voice command them to desist and bind his arms. This was 

quickly done, and he was suffered to rise from the ground to see before 

him, not Morella, as he half expected, but a man clad in fine armour 

beneath his rough cloak, evidently an officer of rank. "What kind of a 

Moor are you," he asked, "who dare to kill the soldiers of the Holy 

Hermandad in the heart of the King's country?" and he pointed to 

the dead man. 

 

"I am not a Moor," answered Peter in his rough Spanish. "I am a 

Christian escaped from Granada, and I cut down that man because he was 

trying to insult my betrothed, as you would have done, Senor. I did not 

know that he was a soldier of the Hermandad; I thought him a common 

thief of the hills." 

 

This speech, or as much as he could understand of it, seemed to please 

the officer, but before he could answer, Castell said: 

 

"Sir Officer, the senor is an Englishman, and does not speak your 

language well--" 

 

"He uses his sword well, anyhow," interrupted the captain, glancing at 

the dead soldier's cloven helm and head. 

 

"Yes, Sir, he is of your trade and, as the scar upon his face shows, has 

fought in many wars. Sir, what he tells you is true. We are Christian 

captives escaped from Granada and flying to Seville with my daughter, to 

whom I pray you to do no harm, to ask for the protection of their 

gracious Majesties, and to find a passage back to England." 

 

"You do not look like an Englishman," answered the captain; "you look 

like a Marano." 

 

"Sir, I cannot help my looks. I am a merchant of London, Castell by 


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