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great joy about you, signified the great pleasure of the Islanders in gaining you for their Lord. The man who came to you with the box of bitter electuary, was the messenger of your Lady, for the bitterness of her words, you, who have proved them, can best tell; and you laid aside your arms. The stony place amidst the water, is this Poor Rock; and the religious man who spoke to you in an unknown tongue, am I, who tell you the holy word of God, which before you neither knew nor thought of.
Verily, said Beltenebros, you tell me the truth of this dream, for these things have all come to pass, and therefore great cause have I to hope for the
future. Yet was not this hope so great or so cer
tain as to remove his sorrow, for he would often
sit with his eyes fixed upon the ground, remem
bering what he had been, and his life would have
been endangered by exceeding melancholy, had it
not been for the counsel of that good man. And
sometimes, to take him away from that pensive
ness, the Hermit would make him, go with two
nephews that kept him company there, to angle
in a little stream hard by, where they caught plenty of fish,
Here Beltenebros dwelt in penitence and great grief, and he past the night most frequently under some large trees in the garden near the chapel, that he might there lament, without the knowledge of the Hermit or the boys; and calling to mind the great wrong he endured, he made this. song in his passion:
Sith that the victory of right deserved
He had passed one night as usual under these trees, when towards morning he heard certain in,
* This is the version in the English translation from the French: the matter is preserved, the manner lost. The
struments touched so sweetly, that he took great delight in hearing them, and marvelled what it might be, knowing that in that place there dwelt none else than the Hermit and his nephews. He rose, and went softly towards the sound, and saw that there were two Damsels by a fountain, who, tuning their voices to their lutes, did sing a most pleasant song. He stood awhile listening, then advanced, and said, God save you, gentle Damsels, but your sweet music has made me lose my ma
poem is curious from its age ; it is printed with these marks:
Pues seme miega victoria.
Y con esta muerte mia
el amor y sus enganos;
tins ; They wondered who he should be, and said: to him, tell us, friend, for courtesy, what place is this where we have landed, and who are you, who speak to us? Ladies, he replied, they call it the Rock of the Hermitage, because of the Hermit. that dwells here. As for me, I am a poor man. who bear him company, doing great and hard penance for the sins that I have committed. Then, said they, friend, is there any house here where our Lady could rest for two or three days 2 for she is very sick : she is a Lady of high rank and wealth, whom love hath greatly tormented. Beltenebros. answered, here is a little cabin, it is very small, in which I lodge : if the Hermit pleases, you shall, have it, and I will asleep abroad in the field, as I often use to do. For this courtesy the Damsels, heartily thanked him. By this the day began to. break, and Beltenebros saw under some trees the Lady of whom they spake, lying upon a rich bed; four armed Knights and five serving men, who, attended her, were sleeping on the shore, and a well appointed ship rode at anchor. The Lady. was young and beautiful, so that he took pleasure: in beholding her.
Beltenebros then went to the Hermit, who was robing himself to say mass, Father, said, he, there are stangers here : it will be well to wait mass for them. So they both went out from the chapel. The Knights and serving-men were carrrying the
sick Lady towards them, and her Damsels were coming with her, and they asked the Hermit if there was any house wherein they could place her.
He answered, here are two cabins : I live in the one, and by my will never woman shall enter that. This poor man, who makes his penitence here, lodges in the other, and I will not remove him
against his will. To this Beltenebros replied, Father, you may well give them that, for I will rest. under the trees, as I often do. They then entered
the chapel to hear mass ; but the sight of Knights and Damsels reminded Beltenebros of what he had been, and of his own Lady, and reaewed in him. his exceeding sorrow, so that he sobbed aloud, and
kneeling down at the altar, besought the Virgin Mary to help him in his affliction. The Knights. and Damsels, who saw how he wept, held him for a man of good life, and marvelled how he could. employ his youth and beauty, in that desert place, for any sin that he could have committed, seeing that the mercy of God may be obtained in all. places alike, by such as truly repent. As soon as. mass was ended, they carried the Lady into his
gabin, and laid her in her rich bed, and she lay