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oing down with the wives of the cacique to draw water in the river； she saw on the opposite bank a white man in a tattered Spanish dress； with a drawn sword in his hand； who had no sooner espied her； than shrieking her name； he plunged into the stream； swam across； landed at her feet； and clasped her in his arms。 It was no other； ladies； incredible as it may seem； than Don Sebastian himself； who had returned with Ruiz Moschera to the tower； and found it only a charred and bloodstained heap of ruins。
〃He guessed； as by inspiration； what had passed； and whither his lady was gone； and without a thought of danger； like a true Spanish gentleman and a true Spanish lover； darted off alone into the forest； and guided only by the inspiration of his own loyal heart； found again his treasure； and found it still unstained and his own。
〃Who can describe the joy； and who again the terror； of their meeting？ The Indian women had fled in fear； and for the short ten minutes that the lovers were left together； life； to be sure； was one long kiss。 But what to do they knew not。 To go inland was to rush into the enemy's arms。 He would have swum with her across the river； and attempted it； but his strength； worn out with hunger and travel； failed him； he drew her with difficulty on shore again； and sat down by her to await their doom with prayer； the first and last resource of virtuous ladies； as weapons are of cavaliers。
〃Alas for them！ May no true lovers ever have to weep over joys so soon lost； after having been so hardly found！ For； ere a quarter of an hour was passed； the Indian women； who had fled at his approach； returned with all the warriors of the tribe。 Don Sebastian； desperate； would fain have slain his wife and himself on the spot； but his hand sank againand whose would not but an Indian's？as he raised it against that fair and faithful breast； in a few minutes he was surrounded； seized from behind； disarmed； and carried in triumph into the village。 And if you cannot feel for him in that misery； fair ladies； who have known no sorrow； yet I； a prisoner； can。〃
Don Guzman paused a moment； as if overcome by emotion； and I will not say that； as he paused； he did not look to see if Rose Salterne's eyes were on him； as indeed they were。
〃Yes； I can feel with him； I can estimate； better than you； ladies； the greatness of that love which could submit to captivity； to the loss of his sword； to the loss of that honor； which； next to god and his mother； is the true Spaniard's deity。 There are those who have suffered that shame at the hands of valiant gentlemen〃 （and again Don Guzman looked up at Rose）； 〃and yet would have sooner died a thousand deaths； but he dared to endure it from the hands of villains； savages； heathens； for he was a true Spaniard； and therefore a true lover： but I will go on with my tale。
〃This wretched pair； then； as I have been told by Ruiz Moschera himself； stood together before the cacique。 He； like a true child of the devil； comprehending in a moment who Don Sebastian was； laughed with delight at seeing his rival in his power； and bade bind him at once to a tree； and shoot him to death with arrows。
〃But the poor Miranda sprang forward； and threw herself at his feet； and with piteous entreaties besought for mercy from him who knew no mercy。
〃And yet love and the sight of her beauty； and the terrible eloquence of her words； while she invoked on his head the just vengeance of Heaven； wrought even on his heart： nevertheless the pleasure of seeing her； who had so long scorned him； a suppliant at his feet； was too delicate to be speedily foregone； and not till she was all but blind with tears； and dumb with agony of pleading； did he make answer； that if she would consent to become his wife； her husband's life should be spared。 She； in her haste and madness； sobbed out desperately I know not what consent。 Don Sebastian； who understood； if not the language； still the meaning （so had love quickened his understanding）； shrieked to her not to lose her precious soul for the sake of his worthless body； that death was nothing compared to the horror of that shame； and such other words as became a noble and valiant gentleman。 She； shuddering now at her own frailty； would have recalled her promise； but Siripa kept her to it； vowing； if she disappointed him again； such a death to her husband as made her blood run cold to hear of； and the wretched woman could only escape for the present by some story； that it was not the custom of her race to celebrate nuptials till a month after the betrothment； that the anger of Heaven would be on her； unless she first performed in solitude certain religious rites； and lastly； that if he dared to lay hands on her husband； she would die so resolutely； that every drop of water should be deep enough to drown her； every thorn sharp enough to stab her to the heart： till fearing lest by demanding too much he should lose all； and awed too； as he had been at first by a voice and looks which seemed to be； in comparison with his own； divine； Siripa bade her go back to her hut； promising her husband life； but promising too； that if he ever found the two speaking together； even for a moment； he would pour out on them both all the cruelty of those tortures in which the devil； their father； has so perfectly instructed the Indians。
〃So Don Sebastian； being stripped of his garments； and painted after the Indian fashion； was set to all mean and toilsome work； amid the buffetings and insults of the whole village。 And this； ladies； he endured without a murmur； ay； took delight in enduring it； as he would have endured things worse a thousand times； only for the sake； like a true lover as he was； of being near the goddess whom he worshipped； and of seeing her now and then afar off； happy enough to be repaid even by that for all indignities。
〃And yet； you who have loved may well guess； as I can； that ere a week had passed； Don Sebastian and the Lady Miranda had found means； in spite of all spiteful eyes； to speak to each other once and again； and to assure each other of their love； even to talk of escape； before the month's grace should be expired。 And Miranda； whose heart was full of courage as long as she felt her husband near her； went so far as to plan a means of escape which seemed possible and hopeful。
For the youngest wife of the cacique； who； till Miranda's coming； had been his favorite； often talked with the captive； insulting and tormenting her in her spite and jealousy； and receiving in return only gentle and conciliatory words。 And one day when the woman had been threatening to kill her； Miranda took courage to say； 'Do you fancy that I shall not be as glad to be rid of your husband； as you to be rid of me？ Why kill me needlessly； when all that you require is to get me forth of the place？ Out of sight； out of mind。 When I am gone； your husband will soon forget me； and you will be his favorite as before。' Soon； seeing that the girl was inclined to listen； she went on to tell her of her love to Don Sebastian； entreating and adjuring her； by the love which she bore the cacique； to pity and help her； and so won upon the girl； that she consented to be privy to Miranda's es