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… 😉