’Now to be brief, from the first moment that your mother and I set eyes on each other we loved one another, and it was our one desire to meet as often as might be; and in this we had no great difficulty, for her mother also feared and hated Juan de Garcia, her nephew by marriage, and would have seen her daughter clear of him if possible.  The end of it was that I told my love, and a plot was made between us that we should fly to England.  But all this had not escaped the ears of Juan, who had spies in the household, and was jealous and revengeful as only a Spaniard can be.  First he tried to be rid of me by challenging me to a duel, but we were parted before we could draw swords.  Then he hired bravos to murder me as I walked the streets at night, but I wore a chain shirt beneath my doublet and their daggers broke upon it, and in place of being slain I slew one of them.  Twice baffled, de Garcia was not defeated.  Fight and murder had failed, but another and surer means remained.  I know not how, but he had won some clue to the history of my life, and of how I had broken out from the monastery.  It was left to him, therefore, to denounce me to the Holy Office as a renegade and an infidel, and this he did one night; it was the night before the day when we should have taken ship.  I was sitting with your mother and her mother in their house at Seville, when six cowled men entered and seized me without a word.  When I prayed to know their purpose they gave no other answer than to hold a crucifix before my eyes.  Then I knew why I was taken, and the women ceased clinging to me and fell back sobbing.  Secretly and silently I was hurried away to the dungeons of the Holy Office, but of all that befell me there I will not stop to tell.

’Twice I was racked, once I was seared with hot irons, thrice I was flogged with wire whips, and all this while I was fed on food such as we should scarcely offer to a dog here in England.  At length my offence of having escaped from a monastery and sundry blasphemies, so-called, being proved against me, I was condemned to death by fire.

’Then at last, when after a long year of torment and of horror, I had abandoned hope and resigned myself to die, help came.  On the eve of the day upon which I was to be consumed by flame, the chief of my tormentors entered the dungeon where I lay on straw, and embracing me bade me be of good cheer, for the church had taken pity on my youth and given me my freedom.  At first I laughed wildly, for I thought that this was but another torment, and not till I was freed of my fetters, clothed in decent garments, and set at midnight without the prison gates, would I believe that so good a thing had befallen me through the hand of God.  I stood weak and wondering outside the gates, not knowing where to fly, and as I stood a woman glided up to me wrapped in a dark cloak, who whispered “Come.”  That woman was your mother.  She had learned of my fate from the boasting of de Garcia and set herself to save me.  Thrice her plans failed, but at length through the help of some cunning agent, gold won what was denied to justice and to mercy, and my life and liberty were bought with a very great sum.