“Ah, senor!” replied Rafael, “let me pass, for I see that in great danger which I most love in this world.”

The knight let him pass, but before he could reach the spot, the crew of the flagship’s boat had already taken on board Marco Antonio and Leocadia, who never let him out of her arms.  As for Teodosia, whether it was that she was weary, or overcome with grief to see her lover wounded, or enraged with jealousy to see her rival with him, she had not strength to get into the boat, and would certainly have fallen in a fainting fit into the water, if her brother had not opportunely come to her aid, while he himself felt no less torment than his sister at seeing Leocadia go away with Marco Antonio.

The Catalonian knight being very much taken with the goodly presence of Don Rafael and his sister (whom he supposed to be a man), called them from the shore, and requested them to go with him, and they were constrained to accept his friendly offer, lest they should suffer some injury from the people, who were not yet pacified.  Thereupon, the knight dismounted, and with his drawn sword in his hand, led them through the tumultuous throng, who made way at his command.  Don Rafael looked round to see if he could discover Calvete with the mules; but he was not to be seen, for the moment his employers dismounted, he had gone off to an inn where he had lodged on previous occasions.  On their arrival at the knight’s abode, which was one of the principal houses in the city, he asked them in which of the galleys they had arrived.  Don Rafael replied that they had not come in any, for they had arrived in the city just as the fray began; and it was because they had recognised the gentleman who was wounded with a stone that they had involved themselves in danger.  Moreover, he entreated the knight would have the gentleman brought on shore, as he was one on whom his own dearest interests depended.  “I will do so with great pleasure,” replied the knight, “and I am sure the general will allow it, for he is a worthy gentleman and a relation of mine.”  Thereupon he went at once to the galley, where he found Marco Antonio under the hands of the surgeon, who pronounced his wound dangerous, being near the heart.  With the general’s consent he had him brought on shore with great care, accompanied by Leocadia, and carried to his own house in a litter, where he entertained the whole party with great hospitality.

A famous surgeon of the city was now sent for, but he would not touch the patient’s wound until the following day, alleging that it had no doubt been properly treated already, army and navy surgeons being always men of skill, in consequence of their continual experience in cases of wounds.  He only desired that the patient should be placed in a quiet room and left to rest.  Presently the surgeon of the galley arrived, and had a conference with his colleague, who approved of what he had done, and agreed with him in thinking the case highly dangerous.  Leocadia