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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

done in Spain. 

 

Lastly, when all seemed safe save for that chance of war, whereof, 

having been bred to such things, he took but little count; when his cup, 

emptied at length of mire and sand, was brimming full with the good red 

wine of battle and of love, when it was at his very lips indeed, Fate 

had turned it to poison and to gall. Castell, his bride's father, and 

the man he loved, had been haled to the vaults of the Inquisition, 

whence he knew well he would come forth but once more, dressed in a 

yellow robe "relaxed to the civil arm," to perish slowly in the fires of 

the Quemadero, the place of burning of heretics. 

 

What would his conquest over Morella avail if Heaven should give him 

power to conquer? What kind of a bridal would that be which was sealed 

and consecrated by the death of the bride's father in the torturing 

fires of the Inquisition? How would they ever get the smell of the smoke 

of that sacrifice out of their nostrils? Castell was a brave man; no 

torments would make him recant. It was doubtful even if he would be at 

the pains to deny his faith, he who had only been baptized a Christian 

by his father for the sake of policy, and suffered the fraud to continue 

for the purposes of his business, and that he might win and keep a 

Christian wife. No, Castell was doomed, and he could no more protect him 

from priest and king than a dove can protect its nest from a pair of 

hungry peregrines. 

 

Oh that last scene! Never could Peter forget it while he lived--the 

vast, fretted hall with its painted arches and marble columns; the rays 

of the afternoon sun piercing the window-places, and streaming like 

blood on to the black robes of the monks as, with their prey, they 

vanished back into the arcade where they had lurked; Margaret's wild cry 

and ashen face as her father was torn away from her, and she sank 

fainting on to Betty's bejewelled bosom; the cruel sneer on Morella's 

lips; the king's hard smile; the pity in the queen's eye; the excited 

murmurings of the crowd; the quick, brief comments of the lawyers; the 

scratching of the clerk's quill as, careless of everything save his 

work, he recorded the various decrees; and above it all as it were, 

upright, defiant, unmoved, Castell, surrounded by the ministers of 

death, vanishing into the blackness of the arcade, vanishing into the 

jaws of the tomb. 


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