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Updated: May 12, 2025
Where is she, where is her body?" The captain shrugged his shoulders, saying, in a soothing tone: "Calm yourself, Navarrete! We too grieve for the sibyl; many in the camp will miss her. As for Zorrillo, he had the password, and could go through the gate at any hour. The body is still lying in his quarters." "Indeed!" faltered the Eletto.
Then she silently laid down the last cards, and asked: "Do you want to hear anything about a sweetheart?" "I have none. But how you look at me! Have you grown tired of Zorrillo? I am ill-suited for a gallant." She shuddered slightly. Her bright face had again grown old, so old and weary that he pitied her. But she soon regained her composure, and continued: "What are you saying?
Therefore he disliked them; yet he could not help occasionally entering their tent, for the leaders of the mutiny held their counsels there. Zorrillo always received him courteously; but his companion gazed at him so intently and searchingly, that an anxious feeling, very unusual to the bold fellow, stole over him.
Here he found a valuable necklace, booty which Zorrillo had given his companion for use in case of need. This should be Ruth's. Close beside it lay a small package, tied with rose-pink ribbon, containing a tiny infant's shirt, a gay doll, and a slender gold circlet; her wedding-ring!
Officers of the highest rank had sat opposite to her cards, listening to her oracular sayings, and Zorrillo, the man who had now been her lover for ten years, owed it to her influence, that he did not lose his position as quartermaster after the last mutiny.
"Long live the king! Long live Navarrete! Navarrete! Hurrah for Navarrete!" echoed loudly, impetuously from a thousand bearded lips. Zorrillo had no opportunity to speak again. The election was made. Ulrich was chosen Eletto. As if on wings, he went from man to man, shaking hands with his comrades. Power, power, the highest prize on earth, was attained, was his!
His companions, he said, were not disinclined to join the "free army" he had come to ask how the masters of Schouwen fared. Zorrillo offered the sergeant-major a chair, and after the latter had raised and emptied two beakers from the barmaid's pewter waiter in quick succession, he glanced around the circle of his rebel comrades.
Ah, my lamb, I have done little for you, but one thing I did unceasingly: I prayed for you, poor boy, morning and night; have you noticed, have you felt it?" He drew her to his heart again, but she released herself from his embrace, saying: "To-morrow, Ulrich; Zorrillo...." "Zorrillo, always Zorrillo," he repeated, his blood boiling angrily. "You are mine and, if you love me, you will leave him."
"Long live the king! Long live Navarrete! Navarrete! Hurrah for Navarrete!" echoed loudly, impetuously from a thousand bearded lips. Zorrillo had no opportunity to speak again. The election was made. Ulrich was chosen Eletto. As if on wings, he went from man to man, shaking hands with his comrades. Power, power, the highest prize on earth, was attained, was his!
The leaders of the mutineers were standing on the wall of earth between the field-pieces, and amid the foremost rank, nay, in front of them all, her son was addressing the crowd. The choice wavered between him and Zorrillo. Ulrich had already been speaking a long time.
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