Through the arch of the gateway they could see
the green of fields, a corner of a vineyard, and rolling hills. On
either side of the entrance was a large magnolia-tree with broad shining
leaves and bunches of cream-white fragrance. The oranges were very
yellow, the palms very stately, the red tiles on the sloping roofs above
the white walls looked very fresh and red. There was colour and beauty
everywhere; and the boys were quite at peace, and content to be so.
Their appetite for adventure was dulled for the moment.
XIV
A door on the opposite corridor opened and a youth came forth. He jerked
his head diffidently at the guests and took the longest way round
instead of crossing the court; but when he reached the boys, who were
risen and awaiting him, he wore a dignified air of welcome, as befitted
a young gentleman of his race.
"Welcome to Casa Carillo, senores," he said gravely. "The house is
yours. Burn it if you will. I, myself, Rafael Carillo, am your slave."
To which Roldan replied: "We are at your feet, for you and yours have
rescued us from death and given us food and clothing when we most needed
it. Our lives are yours to do with as you wish.
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