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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

upon the hapless Spaniard, till the sound of his sword smiting on the 

good Toledo steel was like the sound of a hammer falling continually on 

the smith's red iron. They were fearful blows, yet still the tough steel 

held, and still Morella, doing what he might, staggered back beneath 

them, till at length he came in front of the tribune, in which sat their 

Majesties and Margaret. Out of the corner of his eye Peter saw the 

place, and determined in his stout heart that then and there he would 

end the thing. Parrying a cut which the desperate Spaniard made at his 

head, he thrust at him so heavily that his blade bent like a bow, and, 

although he could not pierce the black mail, almost lifted Morella from 

his feet. Then, as he reeled backwards, Peter whirled his sword on high, 

and, shouting "_Margaret!_" struck downwards with all his strength. It 

fell as lightning falls, swift, keen, dazzling the eyes of all who 

watched. Morella raised his arm to break the blow. In vain! The weapon 

that he held was shattered, the casque beneath was cloven, and, throwing 

his arms wide, he fell heavily to the ground and lay there 

moving feebly. 

 

For an instant there was silence, and in it a shrill woman's voice that 

cried: 

 

"The Falcon has stooped. The English hawk _has stooped!_" 

 

Then there arose a tumult of shouting. "He is dead!" "Nay, he stirs." 

"Kill him!" "Spare him; he fought well!" 

 

Peter leaned upon his sword, looking at the fallen foe. Then he glanced 

upwards at their Majesties, but these sat silent, making no sign, only 

he saw Margaret try to rise from her seat and speak, to be pulled back 

to it again by the hands of women. A deep hush fell upon the watching 

thousands who waited for the end. Peter looked at Morella. Alas! he 

still lived, his sword and the stout helmet had broken the weight of 

that stroke, mighty though it had been. The man was but wounded in three 

places and stunned. "What must I do?" asked Peter in a hollow voice to 

the royal pair above him. 

 

Now the king, who seemed moved, was about to speak; but the queen bent 

forward and whispered something to him, and he remained silent. They 

both were silent. All the intent multitude was silent. Knowing what this 

dreadful silence meant, Peter cast down his sword and drew his dagger, 

wherewith to cut the lashings of Morella's gorget and give the _coup 

de grace_. 

 

Just then it was that for the first time he heard a sound, far away upon 


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