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I have to reach Olvera by eleven;" and he was aware that Christina at his side became at once very still, so that even her breathing was arrested. For her sigh of emotion at the abrupt mention of parting he was thankful, but it made him keep his eyes turned from her lest a sight of any distress of hers might lead him to falter from his purpose.
And so she rode straight to the commandant's quarters at Olvera, and telling of an accident to the bearer, handed him the letter. The commandant read it, and was most politely distressed that Christina should have put herself to so much trouble, for the orders merely recalled his contingent to Ronda in the morning.
She unbuttoned Shere's jacket and gently took the letter from his breast. Then she knelt back and looked at the superscription without speaking. Esteban opened the door of the lantern and held the flame towards her. "No," said she. "It had better go to Olvera." She rode to Olvera that night.
"By nothing more dangerous than a hand upon your bridle and an excuse that you might do me some small service at Olvera." "An excuse, a falsity! To be sure," said Shere bitterly. "Yet you still stand before the door though you know the letter will not be yours. Is the trick after all so harmless?
Dennis Shere's reluctance, however, was now changed into alacrity. For the road to Olvera ran past the gates of that white-walled, straggling residencía where he had planned to spend this first evening that he was stationed at Ronda.
You will ride therefore to-day to Olvera and deliver this sealed letter to the officer commanding the temporary garrison there. But it is not necessary that it should reach him before eleven at night, so that you will still have an hour or two before you start in which you can renew your acquaintanceships, as I can very well understand you are anxious to do."
"Only ten days more, my Graciosa," she said mischievously. "Art thou going to run back to thy mother in thy night-gown, like Josefita Olvera?" "Never will I be such a fool! Eulogia, I have a husband for thee." "To the tunnel of the mission with husbands! I shall be an old maid like Aunt Anastacia, fat, with black whiskers." Graciosa laughed. "Thou wilt marry and have ten children."
He broke in, however, at once on the inevitable questions as to his uniform with the statement that he must be at Olvera by eleven. "Fifteen miles," said the padre. "Does it need four hours and a fresh horse to journey fifteen miles?"
He repeated the word with a sharp laugh, savouring it, dwelling upon it as upon something long forgotten, and now suddenly remembered. "A murderous trick, too, it seems! I wonder what would have happened if I had not turned in at the gates of my own accord. How much farther should I have ridden towards Olvera, and by what gentle means should I have been stopped?"
For there is some one at Olvera I must trust you, you see, though you are our pledged enemy some one of great consequence to us, some one we love, some one to whom we look to revive this Spain of ours. No, it is not our King, but his son his young and gallant son. He will be gone to-morrow, but he is at Olvera to-night.
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