Hmm… My freshly cooked rice with chicken… Yummy…
Want some? 🙂
Hmm… My freshly cooked rice with chicken… Yummy…
Want some? 🙂
Hello my friends,
Today I bring you a dark legend of love, betrayal and death… from the lands of Ponte de Lima.
And it goes like this…
There once was a gentleman, one of the noblest from the lands that stretch, in a fertile valley, between high mountains, bathed in a river, the Vez, of small flow, it is true, but with graceful and elegant banks in its route to the waters of Lima.
His name was D. Soeiro and he was mayor of the castle of Tora, of combative profile, bristling with battlements, thick built on rocks. He had widowed, very recently, D. Aldonza, who appeared suddenly dead, still so young and so beautiful.
No one knew the extent of the mayor’s chagrin, no one had seen his tears of pain, because he locked himself up in his palace of the Valley, having no contact with friends or relatives for a few days.
The sad demise of the lady seemed, however, mysterious to many, has it took place at about the same time as the removal of one of her maids, Dulce, whom D. Soeiro would, often compliment or smile at.
Therefore, in castles and manor houses in the neighborhood, it was whispered, even with no evidence, that the husband had took revenge on his wife, with poison or dagger, after she had discovered his adulterous love and had stopped it with the expulsion of Dulce.
After the time of mourning, D. Soeiro returned to his duties as mayor of Tora Castle, near the border, guard and defender of the Portuguese soil.
Once, in a sweet evening, as they usually were in those places, when he was on his way to the castle, when passing by the cemetery where D. Aldonza rested, he saw a figure of a woman whose rich dress indicated to be high borne. She had her face discreetly hidden by a veil of light fabric. D. Soeiro, delighted with such a sighting, could not resist and urged her to show her eyes, stripped of concealment.
She did. And D. Soeiro could then better admire this woman, very young and very beautiful. Solicitous, he asked if he needed help; company to her home as the night progressed and it grew dangerous for a lady like her to venture alone in these places. And while saying these words, the mayor felt increasingly dominated by the seduction of the woman.
In a passionate drive, he even tried to touch her, but it seemed that his hands only held the breath of the wind. He took her hand, but it felt to him like ice and devoid of meat. You would say that only the bones of a skeleton had been felt! However, he also confessed an eternal love, as he thought it was impossible, from the moment he had seen that lady, to continue to live with a quiet and solitary heart.
The vision smiled enigmatically. Then she demanded the mayor would swear the eternity of that love on the sacred enclosure of the cemetery. And they both went there.
But when D. Soeiro crossed the gate of the underworld, the bell in the manor’s chapel began to clang.
The mayor was astonished for he had forbidden his servants, after the death of D. Aldonza, to ring the bell of the chapel. Then, at the sound of the chimes, D. Soeiro found himself in the arms of the strange lady and, speechless with amazement, heard her confession: she was the corpse of D. Aldonza, betrayed and murdered by her husband, to avenge, at that meeting, her suffering and her violent death. And as she did this revelation, while embracing D. Soeiro, she was turning, slowly, slowly, into a scary skeleton.
A great cry, freak, broke free of the open mouth of the mayor.
The Moon had been born in the sky, pale and mysterious. In the next morning the gravedigger was to find D. Soeiro, dead and fallen over the grave of his wife.
So, the people and the nobility of those stops, lamenting his death, repented of having doubted the fidelity of the mayor, after all, so in love with D. Aldonza. And never came to know the truth.
So, are you terrified yet?
Stay tunned then… 😉
Weeeeee! Got my first Valentines yesterday!
I couldn’t even wait for mum to help me open them…
And, when mum finally managed to open them… Look what I got!
Thanks Lindsey, Jerrard and Vega! And what a lovely pup Vega is! Congrats guys! I’m sure she’s gonna grow into an amazing and happy Dane! xoxo
Thanks Karen, Tessie and Bojangles! Such beautiful Danes! xoxo
Thanks Teri and Bones! You made me wanna howl! BOL xoxo
Just loved them all… and couldn’t be away from them! Not even when I was sleeping…
Can’t wait for monday to check the mail! 😀
Sleepy? Who’s sleepy?
No, mum, I’m not sleepy!
I’m tellin’ you, I’m not sleepy!
Ok. Maybe I am… just a little bit… Zzzzzzz…
I think it’s about time you hear one of my powerful and charismatic speeches…
This particular one was in front of a crowd of sheep who were right there, being indolent, moving from here to there, from there to here, and back again… I had to show it to them! Get some spark in there!
Don’t think it worked, though… BOL
Here we go for another legend… and it was about time we started having some 4 legs in them.
So, I give you the legend of the Black Hound.
And it goes like this…
There once was a sprightly young gentleman named Don Rui Mendonca, highly esteemed at the court and by all the powerful families of the kingdom.
King D. Manuel the Fortunate had him as his Favourite and was always ready to listen to the grace of his witty sayings and intelligence of concepts.
And when the king decided to go for pilgrimage to the tomb of the apostle Santiago in Compostela (Galicia), he took him so he could enjoy his gentle presence.
D. Manuel had there some of his House knights, lords of vast land and old manor houses. He decided, therefore, to enjoy the hospitality of one of them to rest a few days from the fatigue of travel.
D. Rui followed his example, visiting relatives, who spread, numerous, all over Portugal. And these relatives arranged all kinds of parties, hunting expeditions, and sailing on the clear waters of the serene river. In these festivals D. Rui met D. Beatriz de Lima, descendant by her mother’s side, who had been baptised as Madaleine, of moors from Asilah. Because of this pagan ancestry, old houses armouries in the region refused to receive D. Beatriz with assiduous intimacy, making her, so beautiful and wealthy, remain unmarried.
Besides, it was told that Madeleine’s mother was a kind of witch, given to spells and incantations, and she was blamed of forcing a Christian knight, through some magic love potion, to receive her daughter as wife, despite the differences in race and religion.
However, all these unfavourable rumours did not prevent D. Rui to fall for D. Beatriz, arrested his heart by her deep eyes full of charm, by her long hair, black and silky, the seductive attributes of moor women. And, both young, in the few hours they were together they never stopped exchanging passionate words and projects of a happy future.
When the king completed his rest, he prepared to resume the difficult path to Compostela. D. Rui had to join his entourage, but with sore grief of his loving heart. With their eyes glistening with tears, the young couple said their goodbyes by the banks of the moonlit Lima.
So, D. Beatriz asked D. Rui, at that last meeting, if he would swear eternal love to her.
– I swear!, confirmed D. Rui.
– And can you swear by these flowing waters?, Asked D. Beatriz.
– I swear! I will love you until these waters stop running., replied D. Rui, sobbing, while kissing her brown hand and with his heart aching from nostalgia.
The day after the solemnity of this oath, D. Manuel abandoned Ponte de Lima with his company. One year had not yet passed and it was known throughout the kingdom that D. Rui Mendonça would consort with a lady at Court, heir to one of the most distinguished names of our nobility.
But at this news, which caused so much satisfaction to friends and relatives of the young gentleman, then another followed, amazing and tragic.
On the day of the wedding, D. Rui, when entering the carriage that would lead to the church, suddenly took a hand to his chest and with a desperate cry of pain, fell dead! The day after this mysterious death, which mourned the kingdom, it began to appear, wallowing on the fine sands that lined the Lima, a huge black hound.
From time to time, the unknown animal drinks in the placid waters of the river. And if one seeks to approach it, the black hound runs the parade, the air rises and fades to the bands of the sea.
It is stated in the terrified town that such appearance is the soul of D. Rui Mendonca, condemned by the vengeance of D. Beatriz to go through tough punishment until the Lima stops its fluid and soft route. Until forever!