THE FOUNTAIN OF CANDELAS PART 3
Candelas’s father had kept her close immured, and in due time she had been brought to bed with child. No word would she speak of the infant’s sire: not promise nor threat; not plea nor demand; not rage nor pity would move her from her silence. The lovers had guarded well their secret trysts in that secluded bower, such that none ever knew who was the infant’s sire. But in the travails of childbirth; in her anguish she confided in her women what she alone had done. She it was, she said, who had... Sign in to see full entry.