"I do not mean to interrupt her rest," said Gomez Arias, in a low voice, "so we must even retire."
Then he rose up with cautious silence, and drawing near his valet, he added—
"Rise, rise quickly, and make no noise."
Roque obeyed, and both having retreated to some distance—"Señor," observed the valet, who cared not again to disturb the ominous ravens, for which he felt an instinctive horror—"Señor, no necessity for retiring further."
"Yes there is an imperious one," replied Gomez Arias, "I can no longer remain here."
"What say you, my honored master!" demanded Roque, alarmed; "surely you are not afraid of the Moors? By my conscience, we should come to a pretty pass if such were really the case."
"Peace, thou wretch!" said Don Lope; "speak not a word, but immediately untie my horse, and as you expect to live, mind you make not noise enough to disturb even the leaf of the tree."
"Señor, I do not understand," quoth the bewildered Roque.
"I must begone," impatiently replied his master.
"Gone, Sir! Why I understood you had determined not to break our young lady's repose."