Such was Fray Simon, the spiritual counsellor of the comely wife
of Lope Sanchez; and as the father confessor is the domestic confidant
of women in humble life in Spain, he was soon acquainted, in great
secrecy, with the story of the hidden treasure.
The friar opened his eyes and mouth and crossed himself a dozen
times at the news. After a moment's pause, "Daughter of my soul!" said
he, "know that thy husband has committed a double sin- a sin against
both state and church! The treasure he hath thus seized upon for
himself, being found in the royal domains, belongs of course to the
crown; but being infidel wealth, rescued as it were from the very
fangs of Satan, should be devoted to the church. Still, however, the
matter may be accommodated. Bring hither thy myrtle wreath."
When the good father beheld it, his eyes twinkled more than ever
with admiration of the size and beauty of the emeralds. "This," said
he, "being the first-fruits of this discovery, should be dedicated
to pious purposes. I will hang it up as a votive offering before the
image of San Francisco in our chapel, and will earnestly pray to
him, this very night, that your husband be permitted to remain in
quiet possession of your wealth."
The good dame was delighted to make her peace with heaven at so
cheap a rate, and the friar putting the wreath under his mantle,
departed with saintly steps toward his convent.
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