‘I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul!’
‘Then shall you hear
Of moving accidents by flood and field,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery!’
Are you ready to listen?” inquired the señor, as he threw himself back in his chair.
“We are very anxious to hear,” said Lilith.
“Very well, then,” replied Señor Zuniga.
And he began his story.