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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

I do." 

 

They rode up to the great doors, where Peter, springing to the ground, 

assisted his bride from her palfrey. Then the procession formed, and 

they entered the wonderful place, preceded by vergers with staves, and 

by acolytes. Margaret had never visited it before, and never saw it 

again, but all her life the memory of it remained clear and vivid in her 

mind. The cold chill of the air within, the semi-darkness after the 

glare of the sunshine, the seven great naves, or aisles, stretching 

endlessly to right and left, the dim and towering roof, the pillars that 

sprang to it everywhere like huge forest trees aspiring to the skies, 

the solemn shadows pierced by lines of light from the high-cut windows, 

the golden glory of the altars, the sounds of chanting, the sepulchres 

of the dead--a sense of all these things rushed in upon her, 

overpowering her and stamping the picture of them for ever on 

her memory. 

 

Slowly they passed onward to the choir, and round it to the steps of the 

great altar of the chief chapel. Here, between the choir and the chapel, 

was gathered the congregation--no small one--and here, side by side to 

the right and without the rails, in chairs of state, sat their Majesties 

of Spain, who had chosen to grace this ceremony with their presence. 

More, as the bride came, the queen Isabella, as a special act of grace, 

rose from her seat and, bending forward, kissed her on the cheek, while 

the choir sang and the noble music rolled. It was a splendid spectacle, 

this marriage of hers, celebrated in perhaps the most glorious fane in 

Europe. But even as Margaret noted it and watched the bishops and 

priests decked with glittering embroideries, summoned there to do her 

honour, as they moved to and fro in the mysterious ceremonial of the 

Mass, she bethought her of other rites equally glorious that would take 

place on the morrow in the greatest square of Seville, where these same 

dignitaries would condemn fellow human beings--perhaps among them her 

own father--to be married to the cruel flame. 

 

Side by side they knelt before the wondrous altar, while the 

incense-clouds from the censers floated up one by one till they were 

lost in the gloom above, as the smoke of to-morrow's sacrifice would 

lose itself in the heavens, she and her husband, won at last, won after 

so many perils, perhaps to be lost again for ever before night fell upon 

the world. The priests chanted, the gorgeous bishop bowed over them and 


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