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Updated: May 23, 2025
The most important church of the time of Dom Diniz is, or rather was, that of the convent of Poor Clares founded at Coimbra by his wife St. Isabel. Although a good king, Diniz had not been a good husband, and the queen's sorrows had been still further increased by the rebellion of
With a dark shadow on his brow, Diniz followed the young Indian into the spacious grounds, where Lianor, surrounded by many richly-dressed ladies, was sitting. "I cannot speak to her before all those people. Go, Satzavan, and bring her to me."
The woman came forward with a bright smile, holding up her face to receive his caress. "There can be no doubt. It is Jarima, and the man who sold the poignard." "Luiz's murderer," Diniz added between his set teeth. Almost feverishly Sampayo hurried Miriam away. He was anxious to tell Lianor of his success, and bring the assassin to justice.
Tears shone in his eyes when he recounted the sad death of Lianor and her husband. "Poor, poor girl! How sorry I am!" Diniz said mournfully, while Miriam, scarcely able to repress her sobs, drew Lianor's orphan boy in her arms, and bore him to their pretty home. "You are welcome all!" Sampayo said gently, turning to the haggard-looking seamen. "Come."
After his friend, Miguel Reale, had chosen the jewels he wanted, Diniz hurried him away. Not many hours later, as the young Jewess sat alone, her grandfather having gone some distance off on business, she was startled by Sampayo suddenly reappearing, a look of intense anxiety on his face.
Dom Gualdim Paes, Dom Diniz and Dom Manoel two on each buttress.
It was I who caused the death of Luiz Falcam, that I might win his betrothed; and when I heard that Diniz Sampayo had discovered partly the truth, I had him thrown into prison on suspicion of having stolen the very poignard with which Luiz had met his death one that I myself had placed in the assassin's hand! You all know how he escaped, but he is an exile for my fault.
Diniz took the trembling hands in his, and quietly bidding the others follow, led her silently through the town, until they arrived at the house where Luiz had taken rooms with his friend. "Perhaps it is best you should see him. Poor Luiz! How can I break the awful truth to you? Your betrothed the man you loved is dead murdered by a cowardly hand on his way home from your father's palace!"
This is realism carried to excess, and yet the leaves are so finely carved, the whole design so compact, and the surrounding whitewashed wall with its dado of tiles so plain, that the effect is quite good. The year before he had begun for Cardinal Henry, afterwards king, and then commendator of the abbey, a second story to the great cloister of Dom Diniz.
As Diniz stepped towards the first stranger, on whose arm leaned a young and beautiful woman, a low cry burst from his lips. "Panteleone!" he gasped, "is it really you?" "What, Diniz!" and the two friends, separated for so long a time, warmly clasped hands. "But how comes it that you are like this?" Panteleone briefly related their voyage from India, and the disastrous end.
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