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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

name. It is one well known in Seville and throughout this land, where I 

have large dealings, as, if I can but see him, your king himself will 

acknowledge. Be not deceived by our dress, which we had to put on in 

order to escape from Granada, but, I beseech you, let us go on 

to Seville." 

 

"Senor Castell," answered the officer, "I am the Captain Arrano of 

Puebla, and, since you would not stop when we called to you, and have 

killed one of my best soldiers, to Seville you must certainly go, but 

with me, not by yourselves. You are my prisoners, but have no fear. No 

violence shall be done to you or the lady, who must take your trials for 

your deeds before the King's court, and there tell your story, true 

or false." 

 

So, having been disarmed of their swords, they were allowed to remount 

their horses and taken on towards Seville as prisoners. 

 

"At least," said Margaret to Peter, "we have nothing more to fear from 

highwaymen, and have escaped these soldiers' swords unhurt." 

 

"Yes," answered Peter with a groan, "but I hoped that to-night we should 

have slept upon the _Margaret_ while she slipped down the river towards 

the open sea, and not in a Spanish jail. Now, as fate will have it, for 

the second time I have killed a man on your behalf, and all the business 

will begin again. Truly our luck is bad!" 

 

"I think it might be worse, and I cannot blame you for that deed," 

answered Margaret, remembering the rough hands of the dead soldier, whom 

some of his comrades had stopped behind to bury. 

 

During all the remainder of that long day they rode on through the 

burning heat, across the rich, cultivated plain, towards the great city 

of Seville, whereof the Giralda, which once had been the minaret of a 

Moorish mosque, towered hundreds of feet into the air before them. At 

length, towards evening, they entered the eastern suburbs of the vast 

city and, passing through them and a great gate beyond, began to thread 

its tortuous streets. 

 

"Whither go we, Captain Arrano?" asked Castell presently. 

 

"To the prison of the Holy Hermandad to await your trial for the slaying 

of one of its soldiers," answered the officer. 

 

"I pray that we may get there soon then," said Peter, looking at 

Margaret, who, overcome with fatigue, swayed upon her saddle like a 

flower in the wind. 

 

"So do I," muttered Castell, glancing round at the dark faces of the 

people, who, having discovered that they had killed a Spanish soldier, 


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