“You were informed of his Majesty’s safe landing at Quiposcoa.  It was pitiful to see how the people in his train who did not belong to the number of those who were to accompany him to Jarandilla behaved at the parting from their beloved master.  The body-guards flung their halberds on the pavement, and there were plenty of tears and lamentations.  On St. Blasius’s day—­[February 3, 1557]—­his Majesty at last entered San Yuste.  Don Luis, as you know, had gone before to get the house in readiness for his master.  One could scarcely imagine a pleasanter spot, for there is no greener valley than that of San Yuste in the whole range of the Carpetano Mountains, nay, perhaps in all Spain.  It is difficult to describe how everything is growing and blossoming here now, in the month of May.  The little garden of the house is well kept and full of beautiful orange trees.  While blossoming, they exhale the most exquisite perfume, and his Majesty enjoys the delicious fragrance which the wind bears to him.

“In your noisy Brussels it is hard to imagine how quiet it can be here, dear Senor Adrian.  Nothing is to be heard save the carol of a bird, the rippling of a clear stream flowing swiftly through the valley, and at intervals the distinct notes of the little bells and cymbals upon the clocks which his Majesty brought with him.  Even their ticking is often audible.  At certain hours the ringing of the monastery bells blends solemnly and softly with the silence.  The Hieronymites in the monastery are pious monks.  His Majesty sometimes listens to their choir.  Its music is very fine since Sir Wolf Hartschwert, whom you also know, has taken charge of it.

“From all this, you will perceive that the master, with whom your faithful soul doubtless often dwells, is supplied—­restricted by no monastic discipline—­with whatever suits his taste.  He frequently devotes himself for hours to religious exercises, and also retires to the black-draped room with the coffin, which you know; but the old industry and secular cares pursued him here.  Mounted messengers come and go continually, but they are not allowed to remain near the house.

“Even in Brussels he can scarcely have written and answered more letters than he does here.

“If only the body would prosper as well as the mind.  That is as active and alert as ever.  But the body—­the body!  O Senor Adrian!  I fear that the end is not far distant, although our royal sufferer looks better than at his arrival.

“‘The eating!’ Dr. Mathys complains; but you know well enough how that is.

“Three days have passed since I began this letter.  You are aware of most of what concerns your beloved master; now for my husband.