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Having pocketed his money with the best grace he could, and buckled his belt beneath his robe, Castell and Peter sat down at a table a little apart, and asked if they could have some supper. The host assented, and called to the Moorish servant to bring food, then sat down also, and began to put questions to them, of a sort which showed that their guide had already told all their story.
"De Ayala sails within a month, and his folk with him, for his co-ambassador, the Doctor de Puebla, will bear with him no more, and has written from the country house where he is sulking that one of them must go." "Then I think it is best, Senor, that Peter should travel for a month." "Friend Castell, you are wise; I think so too, and, I counsel you, arrange it at once.
D'Aguilar peered into the place; but where should have been the table, the ark, the candlesticks, and the roll of the law of which Betty had told him, were only old dusty boxes filled with parchments and some broken furniture. "What do you see?" asked Castell. "I see, friend, that you are even a cleverer Jew than I thought. But this is a matter that you must explain to others in due season.
The very thought of it filled him with madness. There had been a conspiracy against him; he was outwitted, robbed, befooled. Well, hope still remained and vengeance. He could still fight Peter, and perhaps kill him. He could hand over Castell, the Jew, to the Inquisition.
"I do not think that they will try to murder any more Englishmen at that inn," panted Castell, as he ran along beside him. For two hours or more John Castell and Peter travelled on the Granada road, running when it was smooth, walking when it was rough, and stopping from time to time to get their breath and listen. But the night was quite silent, no one seemed to be pursuing them.
"Did you meet any one?" "Only the folk in the street." "I will ask you no more questions, lest I should cause you to lie and bring you into sin," said Castell sternly. "Girl, how far did you walk with the Senor d'Aguilar, and what was your business with him?" Now Betty knew that she had been seen, and that it was useless to deny the truth.
"Thomas," said Castell to this servant when he returned, "you are a discreet fellow; put on your cap and cloak, follow that Spaniard, see where he lodges, and find out all you can about him. Go now, swiftly." The man bowed and went, and presently Castell, listening, heard a side door shut behind him. Then he turned and said to the other two: "I do not like this business.
Ah! you see you are not the only one who studies genealogies." "Well, Senor, if so, what of it?" "What of it? Nothing at all, friend Castell. It is an old story, is it not, and, as that Isaac is long dead and his son has been a good Christian for nearly fifty years and had a Christian wife and child, who will trouble himself about such a matter?
"I would like a cup of meth," said Gwenda; and as she drank the delicious sparkling beverage, Sara gazed at her with such evident interest that she was constrained to ask: "Why do you look at me so?" "Because I think I have seen you before," said the old woman. "Not likely," replied Gwenda, "unless in the streets at Castell On." "I have not been there for twenty years," said Sara.
"I am an early visitor," he said, "but I knew that you business folk rise with the lark, and I wished to catch our friend here before he went out," and he repeated to him the reason of his coming. "I thank you, Senor," answered Castell. "You are very good to me and mine. I am sorry that you have been kept waiting.
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