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Well, what did you see?" "Excellency, I saw the young man I was sent to watch and Hendrik Brant, the son of the rich goldsmith at The Hague, praying side by side upon their knees." "That is bad, very bad," said Montalvo shaking his head, "but " "I saw," she went on in her hoarse voice, "the pair of them read the Bible." "How shocking!" replied Montalvo with a simulated shudder.
She spoke no more, but as she passed she looked at Montalvo, and he knew well that though she might be gone, yet her curse remained behind. The plague was on her, the plague was on her, her head and bones were racked with pain, and the swords of sorrow pierced her poor heart. But Lysbeth's mind was still clear, and her limbs still supported her.
"Sufficient unto the day is the evil, your Excellency," answered Montalvo, "and we shall have time enough to think of that when these dogs have gone. Did you notice what the boy captain said? He will return again, but not until the soldiers now expected have been withdrawn from the town.
Like Don Sebastian, George read this precious effusion of a pompous, consequential, pig-headed official twice before commenting upon it. Then he turned to the secretary and said: "Senor, are you cognisant of the contents of this letter?" "I believe so, in a general way, Illustrissimo," answered Senor Montalvo.
First he had met Pieter van de Werff, who informed him that all Leyden was talking about Lysbeth and the Captain Montalvo, to whom she was said to have taken a great fancy.
"Well, officer," broke in Montalvo, addressing the sergeant in a quiet, wearied voice, "what is all this about? Set out your case." "Excellency," replied the man, "it is a very simple matter.
And I shall also do my utmost to execute my task with all possible diligence, ignoring fatigue for the time being and until my task has been accomplished." "Very well," replied Don Sebastian, with evident relief. "I am greatly obliged to you, Senor Montalvo, for your offer, which I accept. And now, while I prepare my communication to Don Silvio, you had better go and make ready for your journey.
Only I beg of you I don't speak as a jealous man, because the thing has gone further than jealousy I speak as a friend, and come what may while I live you will always find me that I beg of you, beware of the Spaniard, Montalvo. I know that he followed you to the coast; I have heard too he boasts that he will marry you. The man is wicked, although he took me in at first.
I have put it off for a year or more for reasons which I hope to tell you some day, but I can keep silent no longer, especially now when I see that a much finer gentleman is trying to win you I mean the Spanish Count, Montalvo," he added with a jerk. She said nothing in reply.
What would it be to drink his wine one day and then feel a hand of fire gripping at his vitals because poison had been set within the cup; or, worse still, if anything could be worse, to wake at night and find a stiletto point grating against his backbone? Little wonder that Montalvo slept alone and was always careful to lock his door.
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