Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-03-17
CHAPTER xxx.
The Grand InauisitOr-

His excellency the grand inquistorr an
nounced the tall priest who had hitherto
conducted us, and whom we afterward
knew as Brother Pedro
A small, apple-cheeked, pale-eyed man
entered. smiling and dimpling, almost in
the manner of antiquated beauty His
head was thrust little forward like a
birds about to peck, and the scanty hair
fringing it was pale yellow hue, and fell
in meek fril about his ears There was
nothing really Spanish or grand inquisitor-
ial about him. He looked more like a
fawning debtor who arrives to ask an ex-
tension of time from stony-hearted cred
itor.
You have come"-he speaks a curious
| haltlng Engiish-"from the sea-with three
womans you have come. Sirs, you are
welcome to San Juan de Brozas''
You are the abbot of the monastery?"
spoke before Will could find words. For
talking to Anna had taught me auickness
of speech.
quisitor. From Palos 1 have come with
800 heretics in one gaileon, that thew NAV
work in the plantations for the good of
| their souls, Then If they do not renent wa
will take other measures
1 suggested.
He smiled, seemingly well enough
Il have been long time in your coun-
| try. spreading the holy religion! First
| with James, the king, and afterward Din
much persecution and periD under the
Dutch hereto William! But, alas, / have
! much forgot l speak him not we'll"
Nevertheless, in spite of his modest dis
cialmerss he smiled like a boy who has
| trapped his way to the top of his class
Sit down, gentlemensT' he added imme-
| diately In an altered tone THE abbot
comes this way,''
And the grand inquisitor, blushlng and
1 smiling nlaI 4
! country dame that from that moment
| began to be better satisfied with our lodg-
ing in the monastery of San Juan dc
Brozas.
We heard a step hustle along the pas.
sage, the soft Observation-Disclosures
| of sandals worn by one who does not lift
his feet. The door opened and a man en-.
! tered, at the first sight of whose face my
| heart sank within me.
| He was tall man. gaunt and hollow.
| tawed- His eyes, deeply sunk in his head
was terrifying, and l could well imagine
him casting oiled faggots about the fee
| OF poor wretches condemned to die for theij
| reision. The grand inquisitor received the
abbot OF San Juan with gentle purrins
Difference, and made room for him on tn
black wooden settle as a spaniel dog nigh
give place to a mastiff.
| He said something to the grand linguistic
IN a low tone, and then turned to us
You are doubtless of the religion-yo,
have escaped from their cruel English plan
| eoHois' anu tHe aDDOt Dent his brow
| upon as he spoke
We have come from the Isle of Winds,
I made answer. I'VE were carried thithe
! by pirates from our native landr'
heard the whisper of Eborra in m,
| ear.
IF you wish to live and save those whom
| you love. swear to the man that you ar
OF his religioni What matters it? Swear
| From the Isle of Winds they Gomez sal
the grand tnquisitor, translating into Span
ish for the benefit of the abbot. And at tn
word saw him turn up his eyes and eros
himself.
But you are of the religion" he per
sisted, softly, and like one who insists o
doing another a good turn. The grand in
! qulsitor translated this time for our benefit
Il was christened of the church of Eng
! land" said VIII Bowman, biuntly afte
his fashion. "and though / can lay claim I
little enough religion of any kind that
the religion shall live and die in
That was well enough said of WILL but
.. was not to be set behind the door. N
) Yorkshlreman alive was going to overcro,
, | me with his Episcopianism-at best a poe
| thing to make boast of.
l Il am q Scot, and of the Scottish n