hey will have the same labours to encounter,
and the same enemy to subdue."

As Riego's voice ceased, Falkland gazed upon him with a mingled pity
and admiration. Sour and ascetic as was the mind of that hopeless and
disappointed man, he felt somewhat of a kindred glow at the pervading
and holy enthusiasm of the patriot to whom he had listened; and though
it was the character of his own philosophy to question the purity of
human motives, and to smile at the more vivid emotions he had ceased to
feel, he bowed his soul in homage to those principles whose sanctity he
acknowledged, and to that devotion of zeal and fervour with which
their defender cherished and enforced them. Falkland had joined the
constitutionalists with respect, but not ardour, for their cause. He
demanded excitation; he cared little where he found it. He stood in this
world a being who mixed in all its changes, performed all its offices,
took, as if by the force of superior mechanical power, a leading share
in its events; but whose thoughts and soul were as offsprings of another
planet, imprisoned in a human form, and _longing for their home_!

As they rode on, Riego continued to converse with that imprudent
unreserve which the openness and warmth of his nature made natural to
him: not one word escaped the hermit and the peasant (whose name
was Lopez Lara) as they rode on two mules behind Falkland and Riego.
"Remember," whispered the hermit to his comrade, "the reward!"

"I do," muttered the peasant.

Throughout the whole of that long and dreary night, the--wanderers rode
on incessantly, and found themselves at daybreak near a farm-house: this
was Lara's own home. They made the peasant Lara knock; his own brother
opened the door. Fearful as they were of the detection to which so
numerous a party might conduce, only Riego, another officer (Don Luis
de Sylva), and Falkland entered the house. The latter, whom nothing ever
seemed to render weary or forgetful, fixed his cold stern eye upon the
two brothers, and, seeing some signs pass between them, locked the
door, and so prevented their escape. For a few hours they reposed in the
stables with their horses, their drawn swords by their sides. On waking,
Riego found it absolutely necessary that his horse should be shod. Lopez
started up, and offered to lead it to Arguillas for that purpose. "No,"
said Riego, who, though naturally imprudent, partook in this instance of
Falkland's habitual caution: "your broth