Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 14, 2025
There it stood, shaking an axe at the terror-stricken Spaniards, and screaming in short gasps, "Paid back! paid back, Ramiro! Now sink and drown, you dog, or come, visit Red Martin on the shore." "Well done, Martha," roared Martin, as he dragged her dying into the boat. While he spoke, lo! the cutter began to fill and sink. "There is but one chance for it," cried Ramiro, "overboard and at them.
"Comfort yourself, my son," said Ramiro as the boat put about, leaving the dead Father Thomas bobbing up and down in the ripple; "you have indeed lost a wife whose temper gave you little prospect of happiness, but at least I have your marriage papers duly signed and witnessed, and you are her heir." He did not add that he in turn was Adrian's.
So soon as they understood this challenge a roar of laughter went up from the Spaniards in the boat, in which Ramiro himself joined heartily. The idea of anyone voluntarily entering upon a single combat with the terrible Frisian giant, who for months had been a name of fear among the thousands that beleaguered Haarlem, struck them as really ludicrous.
He was convinced, I think, for the time being. "Get you gone, then," he bade me. "I have other business to deal with ere I sleep. Mariani, see that Boccadoro is well lodged." The old man bowed, and lifting a torch from its socket, he silently motioned me to go with him. I made Messer Ramiro a profound obeisance, and withdrew in the wake of the seneschal.
Down in my heart I laughed to scorn my own wild musings. Cesare Borgia would come to know he must, whether Ramiro told him, or whether he inferred it for himself from the account Ramiro must give him of our meeting how I had thwarted him in one thing, whilst I had served him in another. Fate was against me.
This he understood, but there was more in it than that, some plot which he did not understand, and which the ruffian, Hague Simon, and that she-fiend, his companion, had gone away to execute. Meanwhile he must sit here day after day playing cards with the wretch Ramiro, whom, for no fault of his own, God had chosen out to be his parent. By the way, why was the man so fond of playing cards?
And the Cid gave order that they should be lodged in the Garden of Villa Nueva, and supplied with all things in abundance. XIV. When eight days were overpast the Bishop Don Hieronymo married the Infantes of Aragon and Navarre to the daughters of the Cid in this manner: the Infante Don Ramiro of Navarre to Dona Elvira; and the Infante Don Sancho of Aragon to Dona Sol.
"Ah! you churchmen," said Ramiro, with a faint smile, "in things spiritual or temporal how much have we poor laity to learn of you!" With a sigh he produced the required sum, then paused and added, "No; with your leave we will see the papers first. You have them with you?" "Here they are," answered the priest, drawing some documents from his pocket.
Across its ceiling ran great beams, whereof the interlacing ends, among which sharp draughts whistled, lost themselves in gloom, while, with an endless and exasperating sound, as of a knuckle upon a board, the water dripped from the leaky roof. In the round living-chamber below Ramiro was alone.
Whereon Elsa rose and stood over against him, for upon her feet she seemed to feel stronger. "Will you be so good as to set out this matter, Senor Ramiro? Am I brought here to be tried for heresy?" "Even so, for heresy against the god of love, and the sentence of the Court is that you must expiate your sin, not at the stake, but at the altar." "I do not understand." "Then I will explain.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking