"By the glorious St. Isidore, I do not understand you!" exclaimed Illan.
"Guillen, you want to bewilder us with your mysteries," added Garcia. "Are there not plenty of masters who would be only too glad to get a respectable page or squire?"
"Leave that wretch of a Don Suero immediately, for my master, the Count of Cabra, wants at present an honourable and brave page like you, and he would engage you at once."
"I tell you that I cannot leave the service of the Count of Carrion."
"If the count were a lady, I should say you were in love with him."
"Then learn that I am in love, and very much in love, my friends."
Illan and Garcia broke into a loud laugh, caused not so much by the words of Guillen, as by the sentimental tone in which he pronounced them.
"By the saints! if you laugh at me, I will spit you on the points of these bars!" exclaimed Guillen, made angry by the laughter of his friends, which had caused the people standing about to fix their attention on them.
Illan and Garcia felt that Guillen had just cause for his annoyance, and ceased laughing.