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that crookback courted her as proxy to a better man.
Faith and troth, thought I, with all the impertinence of a hasty
opinion, if my mistress really likes a handsome fellow behind the
curtain, all is well; I forgive her her sins: but if she is stark
mad for such a monkey as this, to say the truth, there will be
little mercy for her on male or female tongues. But how foully
did I defame my honoured patroness! The genius of magic had
perched herself upon the little conjurer’s protuberant shoulder;
and his skill having been puffed off to the marchioness, who was
just the right food for such jugglers and their tricks, she held
private conferences with him. Under his tuition she was to
command wealth and treasure, to build castles in the air, to
remove from place to place in an instant, to reveal future
events, to tell what is done in far countries, to call the dead
out of their graves, and terrify the world with many miracles.
Seriously, and to give him his deserts, the scoundrel lived on
the folly of the public; and it has been confidently asserted,
that ladies of fashion have not in all ages and countries been
exempt from the credulity of their inferiors.
CH. IX. — An incident that parted Gil Blas and the Marchioness
of Chaves. The subsequent destination of the former.
FOR six months I lived with the Marchioness of Chaves, and, as it
must be admitted, on the fat of the land. But fate, who thrusts
footmen as well as heroes into the world, with herself tied about
their necks, gave me a jog to be gone, and swore that I should
stay no longer in that family or in Madrid. The adfsventure by
which this decree was announced shall be the subject of the
ensuing narrative.
In my mistress’s female squad there was a nymph named Portia. To
say nothing of her youth and beauty, it was her meek demeanour
and good repute that captivated me, who had yet to learn that
none but the brave deserves the fair. The marchioness’s
secretary, as proud as a prime minister, and as jealous as the
Grand Turk, was caught in the same trap as myself. No sooner did
he cast an unlucky squint at my advances, than, without waiting
to see how Portia might chance to fancy them, he determined pell-mell to have a tilt with me. To forward this ghostly enterprise,
he gave me an appointment one morning in a place sadly impervious
to all seasonable interruption. Yet as he was a little go-by-the-ground, scarcely up to my shoulders, and apparently of feeble
frame, he did not look like a very dangerous antagonist; so away
I went with some little courage to the appointed spot. Thinking
to come off with flying colours, I anticipated the effect of my
bravery on the heart of Portia; but as it turned out, I was
gathering my laurels before they had budded. The little
secretary, who had been practising for two or three years at the
fencing-school, disarmed me like a very baby, and holding the
point of his sword up to my throat, Prepare thyself, said he, to
balance thine accounts with this world, and open a correspondence
with the next, or give me thy rascally word to leave the
Marchioness of Chaves this very day, and never more to think of
my Portia. I gave him my rascally word, and was honest enough not
to think of breaking it. There was an awkwardness in shewing my
face before the servants of the family, after having been
worsted; and especially before the high and mighty princess who
had been the theme of our tournament. I only returned home to get
together my baggage and wages, and on that very day set off
towards Toledo, with a purse pretty well lined, and a knapsack at
my back with my wardrobe and moveables. Though my rascally word
was not given to abandon the purlieus of Madrid, I considered it
as a matter of delicacy to disappear, at least for a few seasons,
My resolution was to make the tour of Spain, and to halt first at
one town and then at another. My ready money, thought I, will
carry me a good way; I shall not call about me very prodigally.
When my stock is exhausted, I can but go into service again. A
lad of my versatility will find places in plenty, whenever it may
be convenient to look out for them.
It was particularly my wish to see Toledo: and I got thither
after three days’ journey. My quarters were at a respectable
house of entertainment, where I was taken for a gentleman of some
figure, under favour of my best clothes, in which I did not fail
to bedizen myself. With the pick-tooth carelessness of a lounger,
the affectation of a puppy, and the pertness of a wit, it
remained with me to dictate the terms of an arrangement with some
very pretty women who infested that neighbourhood; but, as a hint
had been given me that the pocket was the high road to their good
graces, my amorous enthusiasm was a little flattered, and, as it
was no part of my plan to domesticate myself in any one place,
after having seen all the lions at Toledo, I started one morning
with the dawn, and took the road to Cuen�a, intending to go to
Arragon. On the second day I went into an inn which std open to
receive me by the road side. Just as I was beginning to recruit
the carnal department of my nature, in came a party belonging to
the Holy Brotherhood. These gentlemen called for wine, and set in
for a drinking bout. Over their cups they were conning the
description of a young man, whom they had orders to arrest. The
spark, said one of them, is not above three-and-twenty: be has
long black hair, is well grown, with an aquiline nose, and rides
a bay horse.
I heard their talk without seeming to be a listener; and, in
fact, did not trouble my head much about it. They remained in
their quarters, and I pursued my journey. Scarcely had I gone a
quarter of a mile, before I met a young gentleman on horseback,
as personable as need be, and mounted as described by the
officers. Faith and truth, thought I within myself, this is the
very identical man. Black hair and an aquiline nose! One cannot
help doing a good office when it comes in one’s way. Sir, said I,
give me leave to ask you whether you have not some disagreeable
business on your hands? The young man, without returning any
answer, looked at me from head to foot, and seemed startled at my
question. I assured him it was not wanton curiosity that induced
me to address him. He was satisfied of that when I related all I
had heard at the inn. My unknown benefactor, said he, I will not
deny to you that I have reason to believe myself actually the
person of whom the officers are in quest: therefore I shall take
another road to avoid them. In my opinion, answered I, it would
be better to look out for a spot where you may be in safety, and
under shelter from a storm which is brewing, and will soon pour
down upon our heads. Without loss of time we discovered and made
for a row of trees, forming a natural avenue, which led us to the
foot of a mountain, where we found an hermitage.
There was a large and deep grotto which time had worn away into
the heart of the rock; and the hand of man had added a rude front
built of pebbles and shell-work, covered all over with turf: The
adjacent grounds were strewed with a thousand sorts of flowers,
which scattered their perfume; and one was pleased to see hard by
the grotto, a small fissure in the mountain, whence a spring
rippled with a tinkling noise, and poured its pellucid stream
along the meadow. At the entrance of this solitary abode stood a
venerable hermit, seemingly weighed down with years. He supported
himself with one hand upon a staff, and held a rosary of large
beads with the other, composed of at least twenty rows. His head
was almost lost in a brown woollen cap with long ears; and his
beard, whiter than snow, swept down in aged majesty to his waist.
We advanced towards him. Father, said I, is it your pleasure to
allow us shelter from the threatening storm? Come in, my sons,
replied the hermit, after examining me attentively; this
hermitage is at your service, to occupy it during pleasure. As
for your horse, added he, pointing to the court-yard of his
mansion, he will be very well off there. My companion disposed of
the animal accordingly, and we followed the old man into the
grotto.
No sooner had we got in than a heavy rain fell, with a terrific
storm of thunder and lightning. The hermit threw himself upon his
knees before a consecrated image, fastened to the wall, and we
followed the example of our host. Our devotions ceased with the
subsiding of the storm; but as the rain continued, though with
diminished violence, and night was not far distant, the old man
said to us — My sons, you had better not pursue your journey in
such weather, unless your affairs are pressing. We answered with
one consent, that we had nothing to hinder us from staying there,
but the fear of incommoding him; but that if there was room for
us in the hermitage, we would thank him for a night’s lodging.
You may have it without inconvenience, answered the hermit, at
least the inconvenience will be all your own. Your accommodation
will be rough, and your meal such as a recluse has to offer.
With this cordial welcome to a homely board, the holy personage
seated us at a little table, and set before us a few vegetables,
a crust of bread, and a pitcher of water. My sons, resumed he,
you behold my ordinary fare, but to day I will make a feast in
hospitality towards you. So saying, he fetched a little cheese
and some nuts, which he threw down upon the table. The young man,
whose appetite was not keen, felt but little tempted by his
entertainment. I perceive, said the hermit to him, that you are
accustomed to better tables than mine, or rather that sensuality
has vitiated your natural relish. I have been in the world like
you. The utmost ingenuity of the culinary art, whether to
stimulate or soothe the palate, was exerted by turns for my
gratification, But since I have lived in solitude, my taste has
recovered its simplicity. Now, vegetables, fruit, and milk, are
my greatest dainties; in a word, I keep an antediluvian table.
While he was haranguing after this fashion, the young man fell
into a deep musing. The hermit was aware of his inattention. My
son, said he, some thing weighs upon your spirits. May we not be
informed what disturbs you? Open your heart to me. Curiosity is
not my motive for questioning you, but charity, and a desire to
be of service. I am at a time of life to give advice, and you
perhaps are under circumstances to stand in need of it. Yes,
father, replied the gentleman with a sigh, I doubtless do stand
in need of it, and will follow yours, since you are so good as to
offer it; I cannot suppose there is any risk in unbosoming myself
to a man like you. No, my son, said the old man, you have nothing
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