"Señor mio, yes. But, now, heaven be thanked your honour will recover!"
"And, thou art sure, I did not labour more under enchantment than fever?"
The page smiled, but very faintly, and without replying.
"To me, it seems no longer possible to doubt," said the cavalier, "that I have been, divers times, of late, entirely bewitched; and that thou hast had some agency in my delusions."
Jacinto smiled more pleasantly, and seemed to forget the secret thoughts which had agitated him.
"Dost thou," demanded the cavalier, "know aught of a certain supernatural priestess, that goes about the streets of this town, in pagan processions, followed by countless herds of nobles and warriors?"
The page hesitated, while replying—
"I have indeed heard of such a creature, and—I may say,—I have seen her."
"Thou hast seen her!—Is she mortal?"
"Surely, I think so, noble señor," replied Jacinto, with increasing embarrassment.