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Updated: June 1, 2025
I fell into talk with them, saying that I was an English sailor from Spain, which they were too drunk to question, and asked who might be the tall don who had interfered in the fray before the king came. They told me he is a rich senor named d'Aguilar, but ill to serve in Lent because he is so strict a churchman, although not strict in other matters.
"Senor d'Aguilar, I thank you, and so does my cousin, Peter Brome, whose life perhaps you saved don't you, Peter? Oh! and so will my father." "Yes," answered Peter somewhat sulkily, "I thank him very much; though as for my life, I trusted to my own arm and to those of my friends there. Good night, Sir." "I fear, Senor," answered d'Aguilar with a smile, "that we cannot part just yet.
Lady, for the present, farewell." Then swiftly and silently as he had come, d'Aguilar went. It was Betty who let him out at the side door, as she had let him in.
D'Aguilar was a pleasant cavalier also, talking of many things grave and gay, until at length even Castell forgot his thoughts, and grew cheerful as they cantered forward through the fresh spring morning by heath and hill and woodland, listening to the singing of the birds, and watching the husbandmen at their labour.
Nor did she cease her rolling, so that, smiting and thrusting wildly, they staggered backwards and forwards across the deck, gripping with their left hands at anything they could find to steady them, till at length, bruised and breathless, they fell apart unwounded, and rested awhile. "An ill field this to fight on, Senor," gasped d'Aguilar.
In the mean while, the main body of the Spanish cavalry were flying in all directions, and Riego's deep voice was heard at intervals, through the columns of smoke and dust, calling and exhorting them in vain. D'Aguilar and his scanty troop, after a desperate skirmish, broke again through the enemy's line drawn up against their retreat.
Castell looked him straight in the eyes and answered: "Yes." There was something so bold and direct in his utterance of the word that for a moment d'Aguilar seemed to be taken aback. He had not expected this sharp denial. "It would be courteous to give a reason," he said presently. "The reason is simple, Marquis. My daughter is already betrothed, and will ere long be wedded."
Pelagio," cried Riego, who had sprung from his light sleep at the first sound of the approaching danger, unwilling to believe his fears, "it cannot be: the French are far behind:" and then, as the drum beat, his voice suddenly changed, "the enemy? the enemy! D'Aguilar, to horse!" and with those words he rushed out of the hut.
But d'Aguilar smiled, and vowed that things were as he had told them, so there was nothing more to be said. Margaret, too, was so pleased with the mare, which she longed to ride, that she forgot her scruples, and tried to believe that this was so.
"Did I not say it to the king, and is not this foreign lord bond for me?" "What can be done?" she went on; then, as a thought struck her, turned to d'Aguilar, and, clasping her slender hands, looked pleadingly into his face and asked: "Senor, you who are so powerful, and the friend of great people, will you not help us?" "Am I not here to do so, Senora?
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