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ique； to pity and help her； and so won upon the girl； that she consented to be privy to Miranda's escape； and even offered to give her an opportunity of speaking to her husband about it； and at last was so won over by Miranda； that she consented to keep all intruders out of the way； while Don Sebastian that very night visited Miranda in her hut。
〃The hapless husband； thirsting for his love； was in that hut； be sure； the moment that kind darkness covered his steps：and what cheer these two made of each other； when they once found themselves together； lovers must fancy for themselves： but so it was； that after many a leave…taking； there was no departure； and when the night was well…nigh past； Sebastian and Miranda were still talking together as if they had never met before； and would never meet again。
〃But it befell； ladies （would that I was not speaking truth； but inventing； that I might have invented something merrier for your ears）； it befell that very night； that the young wife of the cacique； whose heart was lifted up with the thought that her rival was now at last disposed of； tried all her wiles to win back her faithless husband； but in vain。 He only answered her caresses by indifference； then by contempt； then insults； then blows （for with the Indians； woman is always a slave； or rather a beast of burden）； and went on to draw such cruel comparisons between her dark skin and the glorious fairness of the Spanish lady； that the wretched girl； beside herself with rage； burst out at last with her own secret。 'Fool that you are to madden yourself about a stranger who prizes one hair of her Spanish husband's head more than your whole body！ Much does your new bride care for you！ She is at this moment in her husband's arms！'
〃The cacique screamed furiously to know what she meant； and she； her jealousy and hate of the guiltless lady boiling over once for all； bade him； if he doubted her； go see for himself。
〃What use of many words？ They were taken。 Love； or rather lust； repelled； turned in a moment into devilish hate； and the cacique； summoning his Indians； bade them bind the wretched Don Sebastian to a tree； and there inflicted on him the lingering death to which he had at first been doomed。 For Miranda he had more exquisite cruelty in store。 And shall I tell it？ Yes； ladies； for the honor of love and of Spain； and for a justification of those cruelties against the Indians which are so falsely imputed to our most Christian nation； it shall be told： he delivered the wretched lady over to the tender mercies of his wives； and what they were is neither fit for me to tell； nor you to hear。
〃The two wretched lovers cast themselves upon each other's neck； drank each other's salt tears with the last kisses； accused themselves as the cause of each other's death； and then； rising above fear and grief； broke out into triumph at thus dying for and with each other； and proclaiming themselves the martyrs of love； commended their souls to God； and then stepped joyfully and proudly to their doom。〃
〃And what was that？〃 asked half…a…dozen trembling voices。
〃Don Sebastian； as I have said； was shot to death with arrows； but as for the Lady Miranda； the wretches themselves confessed afterwards； when they received due vengeance for their crimes （as they did receive it）； that after all shameful and horrible indignities； she was bound to a tree； and there burned slowly in her husband's sight； stifling her shrieks lest they should wring his heart by one additional pang； and never taking her eyes； to the last； off that beloved face。 And so died （but not unavenged） Sebastian de Hurtado and Lucia Miranda；a Spanish husband and a Spanish wife。〃
The Don paused； and the ladies were silent awhile； for； indeed； there was many a gentle tear to be dried； but at last Mrs。 St。 Leger spoke； half； it seemed； to turn off the too painful impression of the over…true tale； the outlines whereof may be still read in old Charlevoix。
〃You have told a sad and a noble tale； sir； and told it well； but； though your story was to set forth a perfect husband； it has ended rather by setting forth a perfect wife。〃
〃And if I have forgotten； madam； in praising her to praise him also； have I not done that which would have best pleased his heroical and chivalrous spirit？ He； be sure； would have forgotten his own virtue in the light of hers； and he would have wished me； I doubt not； to do the same also。 And beside； madam； where ladies are the theme； who has time or heart to cast one thought upon their slaves？〃 And the Don made one of his deliberate and highly… finished bows。
〃Don Guzman is courtier enough； as far as compliments go；〃 said one of the young ladies； 〃but it was hardly courtier…like of him to find us so sad an entertainment； upon a merry evening。〃
〃Yes；〃 said another； 〃we must ask him for no more stories。〃
〃Or songs either；〃 said a third。 〃I fear he knows none but about forsaken maidens and despairing lovers。〃
〃I know nothing at all about forsaken ladies； madam； because ladies are never forsaken in Spain。〃
〃Nor about lovers despairing there； I suppose？〃
〃That good opinion of ourselves； madam； with which you English are pleased to twit us now and then； always prevents so sad a state of mind。 For myself； I have had little to do with love； but I have had still less to do with despair； and intend； by help of Heaven； to have less。〃
〃You are valiant； sir。〃
〃You would not have me a coward； madam？〃 and so forth。
Now all this time Don Guzman had been talking at Rose Salterne； and giving her the very slightest hint； every now and then； that he was talking at her； till the poor girl's face was almost crimson with pleasure； and she gave herself up to the spell。 He loved her still； perhaps he knew that she loved him： he must know some day。 She felt now that there was no escape； she was almost glad to think that there was none。
The dark； handsome； stately face； the melodious voice； with its rich Spanish accent； the quiet grace of the gestures； the wild pathos of the story； even the measured and inflated style； as of one speaking of another and a loftier world； the chivalrous respect and admiration for woman； and for faithfulness to womanwhat a man he was！ If he had been pleasant heretofore； he was now enchanting。 All the ladies round felt that； she could see； as much as she herself did； no； not quite as much； she hoped。 She surely understood him； and felt for his loneliness more than any of them。 Had she not been feeling for it through long and sad months？ But it was she whom he was thinking of； she whom he was speaking to； all along。 Oh； why had the tale ended so soon？ She would gladly have sat and wept her eyes out till midnight over one melodious misery after another； but she was quite wise enough to keep her secret to herself； and sat behind the rest； with greedy eyes and demure lips； full of strange and new happinessor misery； she knew not which to call it。
In the meanwhile； as it was ordained； Cary could see and hear through the window of the hall a good deal of what was going on。
〃How that Spanish crocodile ogles the Rose！〃 whispered he to young St。 Leger。
〃What wonder？ He is not the first by many a o