Candide had brought such a valet with him from Cadiz, as one often meets with on the coasts of Spain and in the American colonies. He was a quarter Spaniard, born of a mongrel in Tucuman; he had been singing-boy, sacristan, sailor, monk, pedlar, soldier, and lackey. His name was Cacambo, and he loved his master, because his master was a very good man. He quickly saddled the two Andalusian horses.
Candide had brought a valet like that with him from Cadiz. People often met such men on the coasts of Spain and in the American colonies. He was one-quarter Spanish, born of a mixed family in Tucuman. He had been a choirboy, sacristan, sailor, monk, peddler, soldier, and servant. His name was Cacambo. He loved his master because his master was a very good man. He quickly saddled the two Andalusian horses.
"Come, master, let us follow the old woman's advice; let us start, and run without looking behind us."
"Come, sir. Let's follow the old woman's advice. Let's start and run without looking back."
Candide shed tears.
Candide cried.
"Oh! my dear Cunegonde! must I leave you just at a time when the Governor was going to sanction our nuptials? Cunegonde, brought to such a distance what will become of you?"
"Oh my dear Cunegonde! Must I leave you now, just when the Governor was about to approve our marriage? Cunegonde, taken so far away, what will become of you?"
"She will do as well as she can," said Cacambo; "the women are never at a loss, God provides for them, let us run."
"She will do the best she can," said Cacambo. "Women are never at a loss. God provides for them. Let us run."
"Whither art thou carrying me? Where shall we go? What shall we do without Cunegonde?" said Candide.
"Where are you taking me? Where will we go? What will we do without Cunegonde?" said Candide.
"By St. James of Compostella," said Cacambo, "you were going to fight against the Jesuits; let us go to fight for them; I know the road well, I'll conduct you to their kingdom, where they will be charmed to have a captain that understands the Bulgarian exercise. You'll make a prodigious fortune; if we cannot find our account in one world we shall in another. It is a great pleasure to see and do new things."
"By St. James of Compostella," said Cacambo. "You were going to fight the Jesuits. Let's go fight for them. I know the way well. I'll lead you to their kingdom. They will be delighted to have a captain who knows the Bulgarian drill. You'll make a huge fortune. If we can't make our fortune in one world, we'll make it in another. It's a great pleasure to see and do new things."
"You have before been in Paraguay, then?" said Candide.
"So you've been to Paraguay before?" said Candide.
"Ay, sure," answered Cacambo, "I was servant in the College of the Assumption, and am acquainted with the government of the good Fathers as well as I am with the streets of Cadiz. It is an admirable government. The kingdom is upwards of three hundred leagues in diameter, and divided into thirty provinces; there the Fathers possess all, and the people nothing; it is a masterpiece of reason and justice. For my part I see nothing so divine as the Fathers who here make war upon the kings of Spain and Portugal, and in Europe confess those kings; who here kill Spaniards, and in Madrid send them to heaven; this delights me, let us push forward. You are going to be the happiest of mortals. What pleasure will it be to those Fathers to hear that a captain who knows the Bulgarian exercise has come to them!"
"Ah, of course," answered Cacambo. "I was a servant at the College of the Assumption. I know the government of the good Fathers as well as I know the streets of Cadiz. It is an admirable government. The kingdom is more than three hundred leagues across. It is divided into thirty provinces. There the Fathers own everything and the people have nothing. It is a masterpiece of reason and justice. For my part, I see nothing more divine than those Fathers. Here they make war on the kings of Spain and Portugal. In Europe they hear those very kings' confessions. They kill Spaniards here, and in Madrid they send them to heaven. That delights me. Let us move on. You are going to be the happiest of mortals. What joy it will be for those Fathers to learn that a captain who knows the Bulgarian exercise has come to them!"
As soon as they reached the first barrier, Cacambo told the advanced guard that a captain wanted to speak with my lord the Commandant. Notice was given to the main guard, and immediately a Paraguayan officer ran and laid himself at the feet of the Commandant, to impart this news to him. Candide and Cacambo were disarmed, and their two Andalusian horses seized. The strangers were introduced between two files of musketeers; the Commandant was at the further end, with the three-cornered cap on his head, his gown tucked up, a sword by his side, and a spontoon in his hand. He beckoned, and straightway the new-comers were encompassed by four-and-twenty soldiers. A sergeant told them they must wait, that the Commandant could not speak to them, and that the reverend Father Provincial does not suffer any Spaniard to open his mouth but in his presence, or to stay above three hours in the province.
When they reached the first barrier, Cacambo told the advance guard that a captain wanted to speak to the Commandant. The main guard was notified. Immediately, a Paraguayan officer ran up and fell at the Commandant's feet to deliver the news. Candide and Cacambo were disarmed. Their two Andalusian horses were seized. The strangers were marched between two ranks of musketeers. At the far end stood the Commandant. He wore a three-cornered cap and had his gown hitched up. A sword hung at his side and he held a spontoon. He beckoned. Immediately, twenty-four soldiers surrounded the newcomers. A sergeant told them to wait. He said the Commandant could not speak to them. He added that the Reverend Father Provincial would not allow any Spaniard to speak unless he was present. He also said no Spaniard could stay in the province more than three hours.
A spontoon was a kind of half-pike, a military weapon carried by officers of infantry and used as a medium for signalling orders to the regiment.
"And where is the reverend Father Provincial?" said Cacambo.
"And where is the Father Provincial?" said Cacambo.
"He is upon the parade just after celebrating mass," answered the sergeant, "and you cannot kiss his spurs till three hours hence."
"He's on the parade ground, having just said Mass," the sergeant answered. "You can't kiss his spurs for another three hours."
"However," said Cacambo, "the captain is not a Spaniard, but a German, he is ready to perish with hunger as well as myself; cannot we have something for breakfast, while we wait for his reverence?"
"However," said Cacambo, "the captain is not a Spaniard but a German. He is dying of hunger, and so am I. Can't we have something for breakfast while we wait for his reverence?"
The sergeant went immediately to acquaint the Commandant with what he had heard.
The sergeant immediately went to tell the Commandant what he had heard.
"God be praised!" said the reverend Commandant, "since he is a German, I may speak to him; take him to my arbour."
"Thank God!" said the reverend Commandant. "Since he is German, I can speak to him. Take him to my arbor."
Candide was at once conducted to a beautiful summer-house, ornamented with a very pretty colonnade of green and gold marble, and with trellises, enclosing parraquets, humming-birds, fly-birds, guinea-hens, and all other rare birds. An excellent breakfast was provided in vessels of gold; and while the Paraguayans were eating maize out of wooden dishes, in the open fields and exposed to the heat of the sun, the reverend Father Commandant retired to his arbour.
Candide was immediately led to a beautiful summer house. It was decorated with a lovely colonnade of green and gold marble. Trellises enclosed parakeets, hummingbirds, flycatchers, guinea hens, and other rare birds. An excellent breakfast was served in gold vessels. While the Paraguayans ate maize from wooden dishes in the open fields, they were exposed to the hot sun. The reverend Father Commandant withdrew to his arbor.
He was a very handsome young man, with a full face, white skin but high in colour; he had an arched eyebrow, a lively eye, red ears, vermilion lips, a bold air, but such a boldness as neither belonged to a Spaniard nor a Jesuit. They returned their arms to Candide and Cacambo, and also the two Andalusian horses; to whom Cacambo gave some oats to eat just by the arbour, having an eye upon them all the while for fear of a surprise.
He was a very handsome young man with a full face. His skin was fair but flushed. He had an arched eyebrow and a lively eye. His ears were red and his lips vermilion. He had a bold air, but it was not the boldness of a Spaniard or a Jesuit. They handed their weapons back to Candide and Cacambo. They also returned the two Andalusian horses. Cacambo gave the horses some oats to eat by the arbor. He watched them the whole time, afraid of an attack.
Candide first kissed the hem of the Commandant's robe, then they sat down to table.
Candide first kissed the hem of the Commandant's robe. Then they sat down at the table.
"You are, then, a German?" said the Jesuit to him in that language.
"So you are German?" the Jesuit said to him in that language.
"Yes, reverend Father," answered Candide.
"Yes, Father," Candide said.
As they pronounced these words they looked at each other with great amazement, and with such an emotion as they could not conceal.
When they said those words, they looked at each other in great amazement. The emotion was so strong they could not hide it.
"And from what part of Germany do you come?" said the Jesuit.
"And which part of Germany are you from?" said the Jesuit.
"I am from the dirty province of Westphalia," answered Candide; "I was born in the Castle of Thunder-ten-Tronckh."
"I'm from the dirty province of Westphalia," Candide replied. "I was born in the Castle of Thunder-ten-Tronckh."
"Oh! Heavens! is it possible?" cried the Commandant.
"Oh heavens! Is it possible?" cried the Commandant.
"What a miracle!" cried Candide.
"What a miracle!" exclaimed Candide.
"Is it really you?" said the Commandant.
"Is that really you?" the commandant asked.
"It is not possible!" said Candide.
"That's impossible!" said Candide.
They drew back; they embraced; they shed rivulets of tears.
They stepped back. They embraced. Tears ran down their faces in small streams.
"What, is it you, reverend Father? You, the brother of the fair Cunegonde! You, that was slain by the Bulgarians! You, the Baron's son! You, a Jesuit in Paraguay! I must confess this is a strange world that we live in. Oh, Pangloss! Pangloss! how glad you would be if you had not been hanged!"
"What, is it you, Reverend Father? You, the brother of the beautiful Cunegonde! You who was killed by the Bulgarians! You, the Baron's son! You, a Jesuit in Paraguay! I must admit this is a strange world we live in. Oh, Pangloss! Pangloss! You would be so happy if you had not been hanged!"
The Commandant sent away the negro slaves and the Paraguayans, who served them with liquors in goblets of rock-crystal. He thanked God and St. Ignatius a thousand times; he clasped Candide in his arms; and their faces were all bathed with tears.
The Commandant sent away the Black slaves and the Paraguayans. The Paraguayans had been serving drinks in rock-crystal goblets. He thanked God and Saint Ignatius a thousand times. He took Candide in his arms. Their faces were wet with tears.
"You will be more surprised, more affected, and transported," said Candide, "when I tell you that Cunegonde, your sister, whom you believe to have been ripped open, is in perfect health."
"You will be more surprised, more deeply moved, and overwhelmed," said Candide. "When I tell you that Cunegonde, your sister, whom you thought had been ripped open, is in perfect health."
"Where?"
"Where?"
"In your neighbourhood, with the Governor of Buenos Ayres; and I was going to fight against you."
"She is in your neighborhood, with the Governor of Buenos Ayres. And I was going to fight against you."
Every word which they uttered in this long conversation but added wonder to wonder. Their souls fluttered on their tongues, listened in their ears, and sparkled in their eyes. As they were Germans, they sat a good while at table, waiting for the reverend Father Provincial, and the Commandant spoke to his dear Candide as follows.
Every word they spoke during that long conversation only increased their amazement. Their souls fluttered on their tongues, danced in their ears, and shone in their eyes. Because they were Germans, they stayed at the table a long time while waiting for the reverend Father Provincial. Then the Commandant spoke to his dear Candide as follows.