"To-morrow Siva will receive a sacrifice that will remain forever in
the memory of those now living. To-day, our chief's widow; to-morrow,
the Portuguese prisoners!"
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After his daughter had gone, Don Garcia was filled with deep regret at
having succumbed so readily to her wishes.
A presentiment of evil he could not control made him walk restlessly
up and down the room.
A timid knock at the door roused him from his painful musings.
"Come in!" he cried quickly.
The door opened, and a tall, remarkably handsome man, dressed in the
garb of a sea-captain, entered.
"What, Falcam, is it you, my boy?" the don cried gladly, wringing the
young man's hand.
"Yes, senor. I have some papers from Tonza. There has been a slight
rising at Diu, but, fortunately, we were able to suppress it in time,"
handing the don a sealed packet.
After casting his eyes rapidly over the contents, Don Garcia smiled
and turned with a pleased look towards the captain.
"Manuel tells me of your bravery in saving Diu, and asks me to promote
you. I will do all I can. I am proud to call you friend."
Luiz flushed, and a bashful light filled his eyes; but, ere he could
answer, the don continued:
"However, you have come in time to be of service to me.
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