{"id":274,"date":"2019-12-01T16:45:25","date_gmt":"2019-12-01T16:45:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/second-part-chapter-xxxviii-2\/"},"modified":"2020-03-29T18:46:39","modified_gmt":"2020-03-29T18:46:39","slug":"second-part-chapter-xxxviii","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/second-part-chapter-xxxviii\/","title":{"rendered":"Second Part. Chapter XXXVIII"},"content":{"raw":"CHAPTER XXXVIII<\/a>\r\n
\r\n

Which recounts the tale of misfortune told by the Dolorous Duenna<\/span><\/h2>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

Behind the mournful musicians a group of duennas, numbering twelve, began to enter the garden in two separate lines, all of them dressed in wide, nunlike habits, apparently of fulled serge, and white headdresses of sheer muslin, which were so long they revealed only the edging of the habits. Behind them came the Countess Trifaldi, led by the hand by the squire Trifald\u00edn of the White Beard, and dressed in very fine black baize without a nap, and if it had been napped, each bit would have been the size of one of the good Martos garbanzos. Her train, or skirt, or whatever it is called, ended in three points, which were held up by the hands of three pages, also dressed in mourning, making an attractive mathematical figure with the three acute angles formed by the three points, leading everyone who saw the acutely pointed skirt to conclude that this was why she was called The Countess Trifaldi,<\/span> as if we had said The Countess of the Three Skirts;<\/span> and this, says Benengeli, was true, for her real name was The Countess Lobuna,<\/span> because there were many wolves in <\/a>her county,477<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and if there had been foxes instead of wolves, she would have been called The Countess Zorruna,<\/span> because it was the custom in those parts for nobles to take their titles from the thing or things that are most abundant on their lands; but this countess, to favor the novelty of her skirt, abandoned Lobuna<\/span> and adopted Trifaldi.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The twelve duennas and their mistress walked at the pace of a procession, their faces covered with black veils, not transparent like Trifald\u00edn\u2019s but so heavy that nothing could be seen through them.<\/p>\r\n

As soon as the duennaesque squadron appeared, the duke, the duchess, and Don Quixote rose to their feet, as did everyone who was watching their slow progress. The twelve duennas stopped and opened a path along which the Dolorous One moved forward, still holding Trifald\u00edn\u2019s hand; when they saw this, the duke, the duchess, and Don Quixote moved forward some twelve paces to receive her. She fell to her knees and, in a voice more rough and hoarse than subtle and delicate, said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cMay it please your highnesses, you should not show so much courtesy to this your serving man, I mean to say serving woman, because, as I am dolorous, I will not be able to respond as I should since my strange and never-before-seen misfortune has taken away my wits, and I do not know where, it must be a very distant place, because the more I look for them, the less I find them.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThe man would be lacking them,\u201d responded the duke, \u201cSe\u00f1ora Countess, who did not discover your worth in your person, and your worth, without any need to see more, deserves all the cream of courtesy and all the flower of polite ceremonies.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

And taking her hand, he raised her to her feet and led her to a seat next to the duchess, who also received her with great courtesy.<\/p>\r\n

Don Quixote was silent, and Sancho longed to see the faces of the Countess Trifaldi and some of her many duennas, but that would not be possible until they, of their own free will and desire, uncovered them.<\/p>\r\n

Everyone was quiet and still, waiting to see who would break the silence, and it was the Dolorous Duenna, with these words:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI am confident, most powerful lord, most beautiful lady, most discerning company, that my most grievous affliction will find in your most valiant bosoms a refuge no less serene than generous and pitying, for it is such that it would be enough to soften marble, and dulcify diamonds, <\/a>and bend the steel of the hardest hearts in the world; but before I bring it to your hearing, so as not to say ears, I would be most happy if you would tell me if in this group, circle, and company there is to be found that most unblemished knight Don Quixote of La Manchissima, and his most squirish Panza.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cPanza,\u201d said Sancho before anyone else could respond, \u201cis here, and Don Quixotissimo as well, and so, most dolorous duennissima, you can say whatever you wishissima, for we\u2019re all ready and most prepared to be your most servantish servantissimos.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

At this point Don Quixote rose to his feet, and directing his words to the Dolorous One, he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIf your travails, anguished lady, promise some hope of relief through the valor or strength of a knight errant, then here are mine, which, although weak and frail, will be used entirely in your service. I am Don Quixote of La Mancha, whose profession it is to succor all manner of people in need, and this being the case, as it is, it will not be necessary for you, Se\u00f1ora, to win over our benevolence or search for a preamble, but simply and plainly to state your woes, for ears will listen to you that will know, if not how to remedy your troubles, then at least how to feel sorrow for them.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Hearing this, the Dolorous Duenna showed signs of wanting to throw herself at the feet of Don Quixote, which in fact she did, and struggling to embrace them, she said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBefore these feet and legs I throw myself, O unvanquished knight, for they are the bases and columns of knight errantry! I want to kiss these feet on whose steps all the remedy of my misfortune relies and depends! O courageous errant, whose true deeds leave behind and obscure the extraordinary exploits of Amad\u00eds, Esplandi\u00e1n, and Belianis!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

And leaving Don Quixote, she turned to Sancho Panza, and taking his hands, she said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cO you, the most loyal squire who ever served a knight errant in present or past ages, whose goodness is greater than the beard of Trifald\u00edn, my attendant here present! Well may you boast that by serving the great Don Quixote, you somehow serve the entire troop of knights who have wielded arms in the world. I implore you, for the sake of what you owe your most faithful goodness, to intercede for me with your master so that he may favor this most humble and most unfortunate countess.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

To which Sancho responded:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThat my goodness, Se\u00f1ora, is as long and great as the beard of your squire isn\u2019t very important to me; just let my soul have a beard and mustache when it leaves this life, which is what matters;478<\/a><\/span><\/sup> I don\u2019t worry very much, or at all, about the beards in this world; but without any tricks or entreaties, I\u2019ll ask my master (for I know he loves me dearly, especially now when he needs me for a certain piece of business) to favor and help your grace in every way he can. Your grace should unburden yourself, tell us your troubles, and let us take care of it, and we\u2019ll all understand one another.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The duke and duchess were bursting with laughter, as were those who realized the nature of this adventure, and to themselves they praised the astute dissembling of Trifaldi, who, taking her seat again, said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThe famous kingdom of Candaya, which lies between great Trapobana and the Southern Sea, two leagues beyond Cape Comor\u00edn,479<\/a><\/span><\/sup> was ruled by Queen Do\u00f1a Maguncia, widow of King Archipiela, her lord and husband, and in this marriage they conceived and gave birth to Princess Antonomasia,480<\/a><\/span><\/sup> heir to the kingdom; this Princess Antonomasia was brought up and reared under my teaching and tutelage, for I was her mother\u2019s oldest and most distinguished duenna. And so the days came and went, and the girl Antonomasia reached the age of fourteen, with a beauty so perfect that nature could do nothing to improve it. And her intelligence was in no way insignificant. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful, and she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and still is if an envious destiny and a hardhearted fate have not already cut the thread of her life. But they can\u2019t have, for heaven would not permit so much evil to be done on earth: to pick prematurely a cluster of grapes from the most beautiful vine on the land. Her beauty, which can never be adequately praised by my clumsy tongue, caused an infinite number of princes, both native and foreign, to fall in love with her, and among them an impoverished knight at court dared to lift his thoughts to the heaven of so much beauty, confident of his youth and gallantry, his many talents and abilities, and the ease and liveliness of his wits; because your <\/a>highnesses should know, if you don\u2019t find it too tiresome, that he played the guitar so well he could make it speak, and was a poet besides, and a fine dancer, and could fashion birdcages so beautiful that in case of necessity he could have earned his living making them; all of these talents and graces are enough to conquer a mountain, not to mention a delicate maiden. But all his gallantry and charm, and all his talents and gifts, would have done little or nothing to defeat my girl\u2019s fortress if the brazen thief had not resorted to defeating me first. First the wicked and heartless scoundrel tried to win me over and influence my mind so that I, a poor warden, would hand him the keys to the fortress I was guarding. In short, he flattered my understanding and overcame my will with all kinds of trinkets and pendants, but what overpowered me and threw me to the ground were some verses I heard him sing one night at one of the latticed windows that faced a lane where he was standing, and if I remember correctly, they said:<\/p>\r\n\r\n

\r\n

From my enemy sweet and dear<\/p>\r\n

comes the ill that wounds my soul,<\/p>\r\n

a greater torment is her hope<\/p>\r\n

that I suffer with silent tears.481<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n

The song seemed like pearls to me, and his voice like honey, and after that, I mean from that time on, seeing the harm that came to me because of these and other verses like them, I have believed that from virtuous and harmonious republics poets must be banished, as Plato advised, at least the lascivious ones, because they write verses that are not like those of the Marquis of Mantua, which entertain children and women and make them weep, but are sharp, like tender thorns that pierce your soul and, like bolts of lightning, wound you there without tearing your clothes. And another time he sang:<\/p>\r\n\r\n

\r\n

Come, death, so secret, so still<\/p>\r\n

I do not hear your approach,<\/p>\r\n

so that the pleasure of dying<\/p>\r\n

does not bring me back to life.482<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

And other little verses and couplets of this kind that charm when they are sung and enthrall when they are read. And when they humbled themselves to compose a kind of verse that was popular in Candaya at the time, which is called seguidillas?<\/span> It meant that souls were leaping, laughter bubbling, bodies restless, and finally, all the senses turned to quicksilver. And so I say, my lords and ladies, that these versifiers very rightly ought to be banished to lizard-infested islands. They, however, are not to blame, but the simpletons who praise them and the foolish women who believe them; and if I were the virtuous duenna I should have been, his hackneyed concepts would not have moved me, nor would I have believed it to be true when he said: \u2018I live in my dying, I burn in ice, I tremble in fire, I hope without hope, I depart and I stay,\u2019 and other impossibilities of this sort that fill their writings. And when they promise the phoenix of Arabia, the crown of Aridiana,483<\/a><\/span><\/sup> the horses of the Sun, the pearls of the South, the gold of Tibar, and the balm of Pancaya?484<\/a><\/span><\/sup>Here is where they most exaggerate with their pens, since it costs them little to promise what they never can nor intend to fulfill. But I digress!<\/p>\r\n

Oh, woe is me, unfortunate woman! What madness or foolishness moves me to recount other people\u2019s faults, when I have so much to tell about mine? Oh, woe is me, again, luckless creature! Verses did not defeat me but my own simplemindedness; music did not soften me, but my own flightiness: my great ignorance and small foresight opened the way and cleared the path for the footsteps of Don Clavijo, for that is the name of the aforementioned knight; and so, I acted as intermediary, and he found himself, not once but often, in the chamber of Antonomasia, who was deceived by me, not him, for he claimed to be her true husband; although I am a sinner, without a promise of marriage I would not have consented to his touching the welt on the soles of her slippers. No, no, not that! Matrimony must be the principal thing in any affair of this kind that I am involved in! There was only one difficulty, and that was inequality, Don Clavijo being an impoverished knight and Princess Antonomasia the heiress, as I have said, to the kingdom. For some days this tangle was concealed and hidden by my wise precautions, until it seemed to me that it would soon be revealed by a certain swelling in the belly of Antonomasia, whose fear made the three of us confer, and the <\/a>result was that before this unhappy matter came to light, Don Clavijo would ask for Antonomasia\u2019s hand in marriage before the vicar on the basis of a document that the princess had written promising to be his wife, which I had dictated and made so strong that not even the strength of Samson could have broken it. Preparations were made, the vicar saw the document, the same vicar heard the lady\u2019s confession, her confession was plain, he ordered her placed in the house of a very honorable bailiff of the court\u2014\u201d<\/p>\r\n

At this point Sancho said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSo in Candaya there are also bailiffs of the court, poets, and seguidillas,<\/span> which makes me swear that I imagine the whole world\u2019s the same. But, Se\u00f1ora Trifaldi, your grace should hurry; it\u2019s late, and I\u2019m dying to know how this very long history ends.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI will,\u201d responded the countess.<\/p>\r\n","rendered":"

CHAPTER XXXVIII<\/a><\/p>\n

\n

Which recounts the tale of misfortune told by the Dolorous Duenna<\/span><\/h2>\n<\/div>\n

\"image\"<\/p>\n

Behind the mournful musicians a group of duennas, numbering twelve, began to enter the garden in two separate lines, all of them dressed in wide, nunlike habits, apparently of fulled serge, and white headdresses of sheer muslin, which were so long they revealed only the edging of the habits. Behind them came the Countess Trifaldi, led by the hand by the squire Trifald\u00edn of the White Beard, and dressed in very fine black baize without a nap, and if it had been napped, each bit would have been the size of one of the good Martos garbanzos. Her train, or skirt, or whatever it is called, ended in three points, which were held up by the hands of three pages, also dressed in mourning, making an attractive mathematical figure with the three acute angles formed by the three points, leading everyone who saw the acutely pointed skirt to conclude that this was why she was called The Countess Trifaldi,<\/span> as if we had said The Countess of the Three Skirts;<\/span> and this, says Benengeli, was true, for her real name was The Countess Lobuna,<\/span> because there were many wolves in <\/a>her county,477<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and if there had been foxes instead of wolves, she would have been called The Countess Zorruna,<\/span> because it was the custom in those parts for nobles to take their titles from the thing or things that are most abundant on their lands; but this countess, to favor the novelty of her skirt, abandoned Lobuna<\/span> and adopted Trifaldi.<\/span><\/p>\n

The twelve duennas and their mistress walked at the pace of a procession, their faces covered with black veils, not transparent like Trifald\u00edn\u2019s but so heavy that nothing could be seen through them.<\/p>\n

As soon as the duennaesque squadron appeared, the duke, the duchess, and Don Quixote rose to their feet, as did everyone who was watching their slow progress. The twelve duennas stopped and opened a path along which the Dolorous One moved forward, still holding Trifald\u00edn\u2019s hand; when they saw this, the duke, the duchess, and Don Quixote moved forward some twelve paces to receive her. She fell to her knees and, in a voice more rough and hoarse than subtle and delicate, said:<\/p>\n

\u201cMay it please your highnesses, you should not show so much courtesy to this your serving man, I mean to say serving woman, because, as I am dolorous, I will not be able to respond as I should since my strange and never-before-seen misfortune has taken away my wits, and I do not know where, it must be a very distant place, because the more I look for them, the less I find them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe man would be lacking them,\u201d responded the duke, \u201cSe\u00f1ora Countess, who did not discover your worth in your person, and your worth, without any need to see more, deserves all the cream of courtesy and all the flower of polite ceremonies.\u201d<\/p>\n

And taking her hand, he raised her to her feet and led her to a seat next to the duchess, who also received her with great courtesy.<\/p>\n

Don Quixote was silent, and Sancho longed to see the faces of the Countess Trifaldi and some of her many duennas, but that would not be possible until they, of their own free will and desire, uncovered them.<\/p>\n

Everyone was quiet and still, waiting to see who would break the silence, and it was the Dolorous Duenna, with these words:<\/p>\n

\u201cI am confident, most powerful lord, most beautiful lady, most discerning company, that my most grievous affliction will find in your most valiant bosoms a refuge no less serene than generous and pitying, for it is such that it would be enough to soften marble, and dulcify diamonds, <\/a>and bend the steel of the hardest hearts in the world; but before I bring it to your hearing, so as not to say ears, I would be most happy if you would tell me if in this group, circle, and company there is to be found that most unblemished knight Don Quixote of La Manchissima, and his most squirish Panza.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPanza,\u201d said Sancho before anyone else could respond, \u201cis here, and Don Quixotissimo as well, and so, most dolorous duennissima, you can say whatever you wishissima, for we\u2019re all ready and most prepared to be your most servantish servantissimos.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this point Don Quixote rose to his feet, and directing his words to the Dolorous One, he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cIf your travails, anguished lady, promise some hope of relief through the valor or strength of a knight errant, then here are mine, which, although weak and frail, will be used entirely in your service. I am Don Quixote of La Mancha, whose profession it is to succor all manner of people in need, and this being the case, as it is, it will not be necessary for you, Se\u00f1ora, to win over our benevolence or search for a preamble, but simply and plainly to state your woes, for ears will listen to you that will know, if not how to remedy your troubles, then at least how to feel sorrow for them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hearing this, the Dolorous Duenna showed signs of wanting to throw herself at the feet of Don Quixote, which in fact she did, and struggling to embrace them, she said:<\/p>\n

\u201cBefore these feet and legs I throw myself, O unvanquished knight, for they are the bases and columns of knight errantry! I want to kiss these feet on whose steps all the remedy of my misfortune relies and depends! O courageous errant, whose true deeds leave behind and obscure the extraordinary exploits of Amad\u00eds, Esplandi\u00e1n, and Belianis!\u201d<\/p>\n

And leaving Don Quixote, she turned to Sancho Panza, and taking his hands, she said:<\/p>\n

\u201cO you, the most loyal squire who ever served a knight errant in present or past ages, whose goodness is greater than the beard of Trifald\u00edn, my attendant here present! Well may you boast that by serving the great Don Quixote, you somehow serve the entire troop of knights who have wielded arms in the world. I implore you, for the sake of what you owe your most faithful goodness, to intercede for me with your master so that he may favor this most humble and most unfortunate countess.\u201d<\/p>\n

To which Sancho responded:<\/p>\n

\u201cThat my goodness, Se\u00f1ora, is as long and great as the beard of your squire isn\u2019t very important to me; just let my soul have a beard and mustache when it leaves this life, which is what matters;478<\/a><\/span><\/sup> I don\u2019t worry very much, or at all, about the beards in this world; but without any tricks or entreaties, I\u2019ll ask my master (for I know he loves me dearly, especially now when he needs me for a certain piece of business) to favor and help your grace in every way he can. Your grace should unburden yourself, tell us your troubles, and let us take care of it, and we\u2019ll all understand one another.\u201d<\/p>\n

The duke and duchess were bursting with laughter, as were those who realized the nature of this adventure, and to themselves they praised the astute dissembling of Trifaldi, who, taking her seat again, said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe famous kingdom of Candaya, which lies between great Trapobana and the Southern Sea, two leagues beyond Cape Comor\u00edn,479<\/a><\/span><\/sup> was ruled by Queen Do\u00f1a Maguncia, widow of King Archipiela, her lord and husband, and in this marriage they conceived and gave birth to Princess Antonomasia,480<\/a><\/span><\/sup> heir to the kingdom; this Princess Antonomasia was brought up and reared under my teaching and tutelage, for I was her mother\u2019s oldest and most distinguished duenna. And so the days came and went, and the girl Antonomasia reached the age of fourteen, with a beauty so perfect that nature could do nothing to improve it. And her intelligence was in no way insignificant. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful, and she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and still is if an envious destiny and a hardhearted fate have not already cut the thread of her life. But they can\u2019t have, for heaven would not permit so much evil to be done on earth: to pick prematurely a cluster of grapes from the most beautiful vine on the land. Her beauty, which can never be adequately praised by my clumsy tongue, caused an infinite number of princes, both native and foreign, to fall in love with her, and among them an impoverished knight at court dared to lift his thoughts to the heaven of so much beauty, confident of his youth and gallantry, his many talents and abilities, and the ease and liveliness of his wits; because your <\/a>highnesses should know, if you don\u2019t find it too tiresome, that he played the guitar so well he could make it speak, and was a poet besides, and a fine dancer, and could fashion birdcages so beautiful that in case of necessity he could have earned his living making them; all of these talents and graces are enough to conquer a mountain, not to mention a delicate maiden. But all his gallantry and charm, and all his talents and gifts, would have done little or nothing to defeat my girl\u2019s fortress if the brazen thief had not resorted to defeating me first. First the wicked and heartless scoundrel tried to win me over and influence my mind so that I, a poor warden, would hand him the keys to the fortress I was guarding. In short, he flattered my understanding and overcame my will with all kinds of trinkets and pendants, but what overpowered me and threw me to the ground were some verses I heard him sing one night at one of the latticed windows that faced a lane where he was standing, and if I remember correctly, they said:<\/p>\n

\n

From my enemy sweet and dear<\/p>\n

comes the ill that wounds my soul,<\/p>\n

a greater torment is her hope<\/p>\n

that I suffer with silent tears.481<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The song seemed like pearls to me, and his voice like honey, and after that, I mean from that time on, seeing the harm that came to me because of these and other verses like them, I have believed that from virtuous and harmonious republics poets must be banished, as Plato advised, at least the lascivious ones, because they write verses that are not like those of the Marquis of Mantua, which entertain children and women and make them weep, but are sharp, like tender thorns that pierce your soul and, like bolts of lightning, wound you there without tearing your clothes. And another time he sang:<\/p>\n

\n

Come, death, so secret, so still<\/p>\n

I do not hear your approach,<\/p>\n

so that the pleasure of dying<\/p>\n

does not bring me back to life.482<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

And other little verses and couplets of this kind that charm when they are sung and enthrall when they are read. And when they humbled themselves to compose a kind of verse that was popular in Candaya at the time, which is called seguidillas?<\/span> It meant that souls were leaping, laughter bubbling, bodies restless, and finally, all the senses turned to quicksilver. And so I say, my lords and ladies, that these versifiers very rightly ought to be banished to lizard-infested islands. They, however, are not to blame, but the simpletons who praise them and the foolish women who believe them; and if I were the virtuous duenna I should have been, his hackneyed concepts would not have moved me, nor would I have believed it to be true when he said: \u2018I live in my dying, I burn in ice, I tremble in fire, I hope without hope, I depart and I stay,\u2019 and other impossibilities of this sort that fill their writings. And when they promise the phoenix of Arabia, the crown of Aridiana,483<\/a><\/span><\/sup> the horses of the Sun, the pearls of the South, the gold of Tibar, and the balm of Pancaya?484<\/a><\/span><\/sup>Here is where they most exaggerate with their pens, since it costs them little to promise what they never can nor intend to fulfill. But I digress!<\/p>\n

Oh, woe is me, unfortunate woman! What madness or foolishness moves me to recount other people\u2019s faults, when I have so much to tell about mine? Oh, woe is me, again, luckless creature! Verses did not defeat me but my own simplemindedness; music did not soften me, but my own flightiness: my great ignorance and small foresight opened the way and cleared the path for the footsteps of Don Clavijo, for that is the name of the aforementioned knight; and so, I acted as intermediary, and he found himself, not once but often, in the chamber of Antonomasia, who was deceived by me, not him, for he claimed to be her true husband; although I am a sinner, without a promise of marriage I would not have consented to his touching the welt on the soles of her slippers. No, no, not that! Matrimony must be the principal thing in any affair of this kind that I am involved in! There was only one difficulty, and that was inequality, Don Clavijo being an impoverished knight and Princess Antonomasia the heiress, as I have said, to the kingdom. For some days this tangle was concealed and hidden by my wise precautions, until it seemed to me that it would soon be revealed by a certain swelling in the belly of Antonomasia, whose fear made the three of us confer, and the <\/a>result was that before this unhappy matter came to light, Don Clavijo would ask for Antonomasia\u2019s hand in marriage before the vicar on the basis of a document that the princess had written promising to be his wife, which I had dictated and made so strong that not even the strength of Samson could have broken it. Preparations were made, the vicar saw the document, the same vicar heard the lady\u2019s confession, her confession was plain, he ordered her placed in the house of a very honorable bailiff of the court\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

At this point Sancho said:<\/p>\n

\u201cSo in Candaya there are also bailiffs of the court, poets, and seguidillas,<\/span> which makes me swear that I imagine the whole world\u2019s the same. But, Se\u00f1ora Trifaldi, your grace should hurry; it\u2019s late, and I\u2019m dying to know how this very long history ends.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will,\u201d responded the countess.<\/p>\n

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