It is a fruit of superstition." "Then, Sir, let us pray that Morella's superstitions may remain strong, and get us to Granada as quickly as we can, for there, remember, you have friends, both among the Jews and Moors, who have traded with the place for many years, and these may give us shelter.

Therefore, though things are bad, still they might be worse." "That is so," answered Castell more cheerfully, "if, indeed, she has been taken to Granada; and as to this, we will try to learn something from the barber or the Father Henriques." "I put no faith in that priest, a sly fellow who is in the pay of Morella," answered Peter.
Then they were silent, being still very weary, and having nothing more to say, but much to think about.
About sundown the doctor came back and dressed their wounds.

He brought with him a stock of clothes of Spanish make, hats and two heavy cloaks fit to travel in, which they bought from him at a good price.

Also, he said that he had two fine mules in the courtyard, and Castell went out to look at them.

They were sorry beasts enough, being poor and wayworn, but as no others were to be had they returned to the room to talk as to the price of them and their saddles.