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"Levantese, levantese, estamos afueras[20]," said Ferrer to the

superintendent, who, re-assured by the cessation of the tumult,

the rapid motion of the carriage, and these words of

encouragement, drew himself from his corner, and overwhelmed his

liberator with thanks. The latter, after having condoled with him

on account of his peril, and rejoiced at his deliverance,

exclaimed, "_Ah! que dira de esto su excelencia_[21], who is

already weary of this cursed Casale, because it will not

surrender? que dira el conde duque?[22] who trembles if a leaf

makes more noise than usual? Que dira el rey nuestro senor?[23]

who must necessarily be informed of so great a tumult? And is it

at an end? Dios lo sabe."[24]-"Ah, as for me, I will have nothing

more to do with it," said the superintendent. "I wash my hands of

it. I resign my office into the hands of your excellency, and I

will go and live in a cavern on a mountain, as a hermit, far,

very far from this savage people."