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lso. When I told her yesterday that our departure was so near, her heavenly eyes seemed to me suffused with tears. I must also have looked sorrowful, for she said to me, in a consoling tone, 'Oh, pious, childlike warrior! one may trust you as one trusts an angel.' After midnight, before the morning dawn breaks for your departure, I give you leave to take farewell of me in this very spot. If you could, however, find a true and discreet comrade to watch the entrance from the street, it would be well, for many a soldier may be passing at that hour through the city on his way from some farewell carouse. Providence has now sent me such a comrade, and at one o'clock I shall go joyfully to the lovely maiden." "I only wish the service on which you require me were more rich in danger," rejoined Fadrique, "so that I might better prove to you that I am yours with life and limb. But come, noble brother, the hour for my adventure is arrived." And wrapped in their mantles, the youths walked hastily toward the city, Fadrique carrying his beautiful guitar under his arm. CHAPTER II. The night-smelling flowers in Lucila's window were already beginning to emit their refreshing perfume when Fadrique, leaning in the shadow of the angle of an old church opposite, began to tune his guitar. Heimbert had stationed himself not far from him, behind a pillar, his drawn sword under his mantle, and his clear blue eyes, like two watching stars, looking calmly and penetrating around. Fadrique sang: "Upon a meadow green with spring, A little flower was blossoming, With petals red and snowy white; To me, a youth, my soul's delight Within that blossom lay, And I have loved my song to indite And flattering homage pay. "Since then a wanderer I have been, And many a bloody strife have seen; And now returned, I see The little floweret stands no more Upon the meadow as before; Transplanted by a gardener's care, And hedged by golden trellis there, It is denied to me. "I grudge him not his trelllsed guard, His bolts of iron, strongly barred; Yet, wandering in the cool night-air,
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