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Updated: June 6, 2025
He told Fabian who he was that Don Estevan was no other than his uncle, Antonio de Mediana of the marriage of his mother with Don Juan his father of the consequent chagrin of the younger brother of his infamous design, and the manner it had been carried into execution.
"Listen," said the young Count: "six months ago I had to avenge my mother's death, and that of the man who had stood in my father's place, Marcos Arellanos; for if you know all, you know that I am no longer " "To me you are the same, Tiburcio; I never knew Don Fabian de Mediana."
"Before judges!" cried Don Antonio; "my peers only possess the right of judgment, and I do not recognise as such a malefactor escaped from jail and a beggarly usurper who has assumed a title to which he has no right. I do not acknowledge here any other Mediana than myself, and have therefore no reply to make."
This man, in seeking the enemies whom they were pursuing, had reached the bank of the river, and concealed by the willows, had perceived three white men. These three men could only be Bois-Rose, Pepe the Spaniard, and Fabian de Mediana. It was indeed this trio of friends.
Swear to me then, in the name of Mediana, which we bear in common, by your honour and the salvation of your soul, that you are innocent, and I shall be too happy to believe you." Then, oppressed with an intolerable anguish, Fabian awaited his reply. But, gloomy and inflexible as the fallen archangel, Mediana was silent. At this moment Diaz advanced towards the judges and the prisoner.
The festivity of a new reign received a short and suspicious interruption from the sudden illness of the two princes; but as soon as their health was restored, they left Constantinople in the beginning of the spring. In the castle, or palace, of Mediana, only three miles from Naissus, they executed the solemn and final division of the Roman empire.
"May God pardon him!" repeated Don Augustin, earnestly, "the noble Don Estevan was no ordinary man, or rather, that you may now know it, Rosarita, Don Antonia de Mediana, who, in his lifetime, was Knight of the Grand Cross, and Duke de Armada." "Mediana, did you say, my father?" cried the young girl, "what! he must then be his son?"
The young girl continued her fervent prayer without turning her head. "And, moreover," resumed the narrator, "the heart of Don Fabian de Mediana still retains a feeling which was dear to the heart of Tiburcio Arellanos." Rosarita paused in her prayer. "Tiburcio Arellanos will be here to-night." This time the young girl no longer prayed. It was Tiburcio and not Fabian, Count of Mediana.
Is there not in truth a law which assimilates the criminal with the upright though insolvent debtor, and compels him to the same fate in prison? So much for this subject. Let us now return to the lynch law of the desert. It was before a tribunal without appeal, and in the presence of self-constituted judges, that Don Antonio de Mediana was about to appear.
"Tiburcio Arellanos," continued the narrator, "is now Fabian, and Fabian is the last descendant of the Counts of Mediana a noble and powerful Spanish family." The young girl continued on her knees in prayer without appearing to listen to Gayferos' words. "Immense possessions, a lofty name, titles and honours. All these he will lay at the feet of the woman who shall accept his hand."
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