gladness, in the most beautiful season of the year.
I observed, at the end of an alley of orange and
citron trees, a kind of large ring, surrounded with
steps covered with rich and costly cloth. The king,
the queen, the infantes, and the infantas were seated
under a superb canopy. Opposite to the royal
family was another throne, raised higher than that
on which his majesty sat. I said to a fellow-traveller: "Unless this throne be reserved for God,
I don't see what purpose it can serve."
This unguarded expression was overheard by a grave Spaniard, and cost me dear. Meanwhile, I imagined we were going to a carousal, or a match of bull-baiting, when the grand inquisitor appeared on that elevated throne, from whence he blessed the king and the people.
Then came an army of monks, who filed off in pairs, white, black, gray, shod, unshod, bearded, beardless, with pointed cowls, and without cowls. Next followed the hangman, and last of all were seen, in the midst of the guards and grandees, about forty persons clad in sackcloth, on which were painted the figures of flames and devils. Some of these were Jews, who could not be prevailed upon to renounce Moses entirely; others were Christians who had married women with whom they had stood sponsors to a child; who had not adored our Lady of Atocha; or who had refused to part with their ready money in favor of the Hieronymite brothers. Some pretty prayers were sung with much devotion
