"I shall have ever present to my memory the dreadful day, on which I saw my father and mother killed, and my sister ravished. When the Bulgarians retired, my dear sister could not be found; but my mother, my father, and myself, with two maid-servants and three little boys all of whom had been slain, were put in a hearse, to be conveyed for interment to a chapel belonging to the Jesuits, within two leagues of our family seat. A Jesuit sprinkled us with some holy water; it was horribly salt; a few drops of it fell into my eyes; the father perceived that my eyelids stirred a little; he put his hand upon my heart and felt it beat. I received assistance, and at the end of three weeks I recovered. You know, my dear Candide, I was very pretty; but I grew much prettier, and the reverend Father Didrie, Superior of that House, conceived the tenderest friendship for me; he gave me the habit of the order, some years after I was sent to Rome. The Father-General needed new levies of young German-Jesuits. The sovereigns of Paraguay admit as few Spanish Jesuits as possible; they prefer those of other nations as being more subordinate to their commands. I was judged fit by the reverend Father-General to go and work in this vineyard. We set out—a Pole, a Tyrolese, and myself. Upon my arrival I was honoured with a sub-deaconship and a lieutenancy. I am to-day colonel and priest. We shall give a warm reception to the King of Spain's troops; I will answer for it that they shall be excommunicated and well beaten. Providence sends you here to assist us. But is it, indeed, true that my dear sister Cunegonde is in the neighbourhood, with the Governor of Buenos Ayres?"
"The dreadful day on which I saw my father and mother killed and my sister raped will always be present in my memory. When the Bulgarians withdrew, my dear sister could not be found. But my mother, my father, and I, with two maidservants and three little boys, all of whom had been slain, were put in a hearse. We were to be carried for burial to a chapel belonging to the Jesuits, within two leagues of our family seat. A Jesuit sprinkled us with some holy water. It was horribly salty, and a few drops fell into my eyes. The father noticed that my eyelids stirred a little. He put his hand on my heart and felt it beat. I was given help, and at the end of three weeks I recovered. You know, my dear Candide, I was very pretty. But I grew much prettier, and the reverend Father Didrie, Superior of that House, conceived the tenderest friendship for me. He gave me the habit of the order. Some years later I was sent to Rome. The Father-General needed new recruits of young German Jesuits. The sovereigns of Paraguay admit as few Spanish Jesuits as possible. They prefer those of other nations, as being more obedient to their commands. The reverend Father-General judged me fit to go and work in this vineyard. We set out, a Pole, a Tyrolese, and I. On my arrival I was honored with a sub-deaconship and a lieutenancy. Today I am a colonel and a priest. We shall give the King of Spain's troops a warm reception. I promise you they will be excommunicated and well beaten. Providence sends you here to help us. But is it really true that my dear sister Cunegonde is in the neighborhood, with the Governor of Buenos Ayres?"
Later Voltaire substituted the name of the Father Croust for that of Didrie. Of Croust he said in the Dictionnaire Philosophique that he was "the most brutal of the Society."
Candide assured him on oath that nothing was more true, and their tears began afresh.
Candide swore to him that nothing could be truer. Their tears began again.
The Baron could not refrain from embracing Candide; he called him his brother, his saviour.
The Baron could not help embracing Candide. He called him his brother and his saviour.
"Ah! perhaps," said he, "we shall together, my dear Candide, enter the town as conquerors, and recover my sister Cunegonde."
"Ah! Perhaps," he said, "my dear Candide, we shall enter the town together as conquerors and recover my sister Cunegonde."
"That is all I want," said Candide, "for I intended to marry her, and I still hope to do so."
"That's all I want," Candide said. "I had planned to marry her. I still hope to."
"You insolent!" replied the Baron, "would you have the impudence to marry my sister who has seventy-two quarterings! I find thou hast the most consummate effrontery to dare to mention so presumptuous a design!"
"You insolent fellow!" replied the Baron. "Would you be so bold as to try to marry my sister, who has seventy-two quarterings? You have the nerve to even suggest such a presumptuous idea!"
Candide, petrified at this speech, made answer:
Candide, stunned by what he heard, replied:
"Reverend Father, all the quarterings in the world signify nothing; I rescued your sister from the arms of a Jew and of an Inquisitor; she has great obligations to me, she wishes to marry me; Master Pangloss always told me that all men are equal, and certainly I will marry her."
"Reverend Father, all the coats of arms in the world mean nothing. I rescued your sister from the arms of a Jew and an Inquisitor. She owes me a great debt. She wants to marry me. Master Pangloss always said that all men are equal. So I will certainly marry her."
"We shall see that, thou scoundrel!" said the Jesuit Baron de Thunder-ten-Tronckh, and that instant struck him across the face with the flat of his sword. Candide in an instant drew his rapier, and plunged it up to the hilt in the Jesuit's belly; but in pulling it out reeking hot, he burst into tears.
"We shall see that, you scoundrel!" said the Jesuit Baron de Thunder-ten-Tronckh. He immediately struck him across the face with the flat of his sword. Candide instantly drew his rapier. He plunged it to the hilt into the Jesuit's belly. When he pulled it out, it was still hot and dripping. He burst into tears.
"Good God!" said he, "I have killed my old master, my friend, my brother-in-law! I am the best-natured creature in the world, and yet I have already killed three men, and of these three two were priests."
"Good God!" he said. "I've killed my old master, my friend, and my brother-in-law. I'm the kindest person in the world, and yet I've already killed three men. Two of those three were priests."
Cacambo, who stood sentry by the door of the arbour, ran to him.
Cacambo was standing guard at the arbor's door. He ran to him.
"We have nothing more for it than to sell our lives as dearly as we can," said his master to him, "without doubt some one will soon enter the arbour, and we must die sword in hand."
"We have no choice but to sell our lives as dearly as possible," his master said to him. "No doubt someone will soon enter the arbour. We must die sword in hand."
Cacambo, who had been in a great many scrapes in his lifetime, did not lose his head; he took the Baron's Jesuit habit, put it on Candide, gave him the square cap, and made him mount on horseback. All this was done in the twinkling of an eye.
Cacambo had been in many scrapes in his life. He did not lose his head. He took the Baron's Jesuit habit and put it on Candide. He gave him the square cap and helped him onto a horse. All this was done in an instant.
"Let us gallop fast, master, everybody will take you for a Jesuit, going to give directions to your men, and we shall have passed the frontiers before they will be able to overtake us."
"Let's gallop quickly, sir. Everyone will mistake you for a Jesuit giving directions to your men. We'll be past the border before they can catch us."
He flew as he spoke these words, crying out aloud in Spanish:
He rushed off as he spoke, shouting in Spanish:
"Make way, make way, for the reverend Father Colonel."
"Make way, make way, for the Reverend Father Colonel."