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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 other side of the arena, and, looking thither, saw the strangest 

sight that ever his eyes beheld. Over the railing of the pavilion 

opposite to him a woman climbed nimbly as a cat, and from it, like a 

cat, dropped to the ground full ten feet below, then, gathering up her 

dress about her knees, ran swiftly towards him. It was Betty! Betty 

without a doubt! Betty in her gorgeous garb, with pearls and braided 

hair flying loose behind her. He stared amazed. All stared amazed, and 

in half a minute she was on them, and, standing over the fallen Morella, 

gasped out: 

 

"Let him be! I bid you let him be." 

 

Peter knew not what to do or say, so advanced to speak with her, whereon 

with a swoop like that of a swallow she pounced upon his sword that lay 

in the sand and, leaping back to Morella, shook it on high, shouting: 

 

"You will have to fight me first, Peter." 

 

Indeed, she did more, striking at him so shrewdly with his own sword 

that he was forced to spring sideways to avoid the stroke. Now a great 

roar of laughter went up to heaven. Yes, even Peter laughed, for no 

such thing as this had ever before been seen in Spain. It died away, and 

again Betty, who had no low voice, shouted in her villainous Spanish: 

 

"He shall kill me before he kills my husband. Give me my husband!" 

 

"Take him, for my part," answered Peter, whereon, letting fall the 

sword, Betty, filled with the strength of despair, lifted the senseless 

Spaniard in her strong white arms as though he were a child, and his 

bleeding head lying on her shoulder, strove to carry him away, but 

could not. 

 

Then, while all that audience cheered frantically, Peter with a gesture 

of despair threw down his dagger and once more appealed to their 

Majesties. The king rose and held up his hand, at the same time 

motioning to Morella's squires to take him from the woman, which, seeing 

their cognizance, Betty allowed them to do. 

 

"Marchioness of Morella," said the king, for the first time giving her 

that title, "your honour is cleared, your champion has conquered, and 

this fierce fray was to the death. What have you to say?" 

 

"Nothing," answered Betty, "except that I love the man, though he has 

treated me and others ill, and, as I knew he would if he crossed swords 

with Peter, has got his deserts for his deeds. I say I love him, and if 

Peter wishes to kill him, he must kill me first." 

 

"Sir Peter Brome," said the king, "the judgment lies in your hand. We 

give you the man's life, to grant or to take." 


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