ANTONIO.- Sometimes I do, sometimes I do not.There are some who believe in nothing; not even that they live! Long since, I knew an old Caloro, he was old, very old, upwards of a hundred years, - and I once heard him say, that all we thought we saw was a lie; that there was no world, no men nor women, no horses nor mules, no olive trees.But whither are we straying?
I asked what induced you to come to this country - you tell me the glory of God and Tebleque.Disparate! tell that to the Busne.You have good reasons for coming, no doubt, else you would not be here.Some say you are a spy of the Londone, perhaps you are; I care not.Rise, brother, and tell me whether any one is coming down the pass.""I see a distant object," I replied; "like a speck on the side of the hill."The Gypsy started up, and we both fixed our eyes on the object: the distance was so great that it was at first with difficulty that we could distinguish whether it moved or not.
A quarter of an hour, however, dispelled all doubts, for within this time it had nearly reached the bottom of the hill, and we could descry a figure seated on an animal of some kind.
"It is a woman," said I, at length, "mounted on a grey donkey.""Then it is my messenger," said Antonio, "for it can be no other."The woman and the donkey were now upon the plain, and for some time were concealed from us by the copse and brushwood which intervened.They were not long, however, in making their appearance at the distance of about a hundred yards.The donkey was a beautiful creature of a silver grey, and came frisking along, swinging her tail, and moving her feet so quick that they scarcely seemed to touch the ground.The animal no sooner perceived us than she stopped short, turned round, and attempted to escape by the way she had come; her rider, however, detained her, whereupon the donkey kicked violently, and would probably have flung the former, had she not sprung nimbly to the ground.The form of the woman was entirely concealed by the large wrapping man's cloak which she wore.Iran to assist her, when she turned her face full upon me, and Iinstantly recognized the sharp clever features of Antonia, whom I had seen at Badajoz, the daughter of my guide.She said nothing to me, but advancing to her father, addressed something to him in a low voice, which I did not hear.He started back, and vociferated "All!" "Yes," said she in a louder tone, probably repeating the words which I had not caught before, "All are captured."The Gypsy remained for some time like one astounded and, unwilling to listen to their discourse, which I imagined might relate to business of Egypt, I walked away amidst the thickets.
I was absent for some time, but could occasionally hear passionate expressions and oaths.In about half an hour Ireturned; they had left the road, but I found then behind the broom clump, where the animals stood.Both were seated on the ground; the features of the Gypsy were peculiarly dark and grim; he held his unsheathed knife in his hand, which he would occasionally plunge into the earth, exclaiming, "All! All!""Brother," said he at last, "I can go no farther with you; the business which carried me to Castumba is settled; you must now travel by yourself and trust to your baji (FORTUNE).""I trust in Undevel," I replied, "who wrote my fortune long ago.But how am I to journey? I have no horse, for you doubtless want your own."The Gypsy appeared to reflect: "I want the horse, it is true, brother," he said, "and likewise the macho; but you shall not go EN PINDRE (on foot); you shall purchase the burra of Antonia, which I presented her when I sent her upon this expedition.""The burra," I replied, "appears both savage and vicious.""She is both, brother, and on that account I bought her;a savage and vicious beast has generally four excellent legs.
You are a Calo, brother, and can manage her; you shall therefore purchase the savage burra, giving my daugher Antonia a baria of gold.If you think fit, you can sell the beast at Talavera or Madrid, for Estremenian bestis are highly considered in Castumba."In less than an hour I was on the other side of the pass, mounted on the savage burra.
