Gradually she quelled the storm of her emotions.
"And you say that you have seen him? Oh!" Once more the colour
suffused her cheeks, and her eyes glowed, her expression became
radiant. "Where is he?"
"Here. Here in Madrigal."
"In Madrigal?" She was all amazement. "But why in Madrigal?"
"He was in Valladolid, and there heard that I--his sometime
preacher and counsellor--was Vicar here at Santa Maria la Real.
He came to seek me. He comes disguised, under the false name of
Gabriel de Espinosa, and setting up as a pastry-cook until his
term of penance shall be completed, and he shall be free to
disclose himself once more to his impatiently awaiting people."
It was bewildering, intoxicating news to her. It set her mind in
turmoil, made of her soul a battle-ground for mad hope and
dreadful fear. This dream-prince, who for four years had been the
constant companion of her thoughts, whom her exalted, ardent,
imaginative, starved Soul had come to love with a consuming
passion, was a living reality near at hand, to be seen in the
flesh by the eyes of her body. It was a thought that set her in
an ecstasy of terror, so that she dared not ask Frey Miguel to
bring Don Sebastian to her.
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