d gladly," quoth Rollo to the little Queen,
anxious to buy her silence on any terms, "as soon, that is, as there is
time!"
After passing the gate and the group collected there, Rollo had turned
rapidly to the right, and soon the ancient walls of the Ermita of San
Ildefonso rose before him, gleaming dimly through the dense greenery of
the trees. If any of the fathers, who made their home at that sacred
place, still remained, the outside of the building gave no sign of their
presence.
But it was not a time for Rollo to stand on any ceremony. With a rough
tug at the rein he compelled the donkey to follow a narrow winding path
which, entering at an angle, made its way finally to the main door of
the Hermitage. The young man thundered at the knocker, but, receiving no
answer, he selected a flattish stone of a size suitable for passing
between the iron _grille_ of the window-bars, and threw it up at them
with all his force. The jingling of glass followed, upon which presently
a white face was seen behind the bars, and a mild voice inquired his
business.
"The brethren are either asleep or gone about the affairs of their order
in the town," the monk said; "there is no general hospitality here in
time of plague!"
"I have not come to claim any," said Rollo; "I am here to warn you that
San Ildefonso is in the hands of wicked and cruel men--gipsies of the
mountains! Call your Superior and admit me at once!"
"Alas," answered the man, "our Prior is dead! I am only almoner here,
and there are but three of us left. All the others are dead among the
sick folk of the town. They laboured till they died. I have laboured
also to provide them food when they could crawl back for it--setting it
in the guest-chamber and going out again upon their arrival--God knows,
not from any fear of the infection, but because if I chanced to be taken
our work would be at an end. For none of the others can so much as cook
an omelette or dish up a spoonful of _gazpacho_ fit for any son of man
to eat."
"Well," said Rollo, "at any rate let me in. I carry no infection and the
time is short. I will help you to hold your Hermitage against the
malefactors!"
"But how," answered the monk, shrewdly, "can I be certain that you are
not of the gang, and that if I open the door a hundred of you will not
rush in and slay me and us all out of hand?"
Rollo put his hand into the pannier of his ass and raised the Princess
upon his arm.
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