He was charmed with Lianor.
In spite of himself, a deep passionate love wakened in his heart for
her, and he determined to win her for his wife.
First he wished to gain Don Garcia over to his side, so took an early
opportunity of speaking to him on the subject.
The viceroy listened in grave silence, and a look of regret stole into
his eyes.
"I am sorry," he said gently. "Why have you come too late? My child is
already betrothed."
"To whom?" hoarsely.
"Luiz Falcam."
"But he is only a captain, and poor! Surely you would not sacrifice
your child to him? Think what riches I could lay at her feet! As my
wife, Lianor would be one of the most envied of women."
"I know, and I wish now I had not been so hasty; but Luiz saved her
life, won my gratitude; then, as the price of his act, asked Lianor's
hand. I was forced to consent, as I had said I would give him whatever
he asked," with a sigh.
"A promise gained like that is not binding. It was taking an unfair
advantage of your gratitude."
"I do not like to break my promise, but I will do what I can for you;
I will ask Lianor, and if she cares for you more than for Luiz, she
shall wed you."
"Thank you; and I will try hard to gain her love," Manuel answered
hopefully.
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