The Condesita Isabella, 1. First Vision. Rummaging in the archives of Seville i found a manuscript has not Classified, w

The Condesita Isabella, 1. First Vision. Rummaging in the archives of Seville i found a manuscript has not Classified, written in latin, and translated into spanish paleografie today. I was able to photograph it, for that is true (the manuscript: on the Facts recounted did not put the hand into the fire, although many of them could To confront them in other sources at the time). I am an historian and i know Complejoidad of such sources, but in the meantime I write the book on The saga of the counts of X, there is what to write, to understand the games of the European policy of that century formidable was the 16th century, with figures Unrepeatable ranging of the emperor Charles the good king Henry IV of France, Captains proud as Hernán Cortés, agrippa d'Aubigne or the ruthless duke De Alba; of those who break into the Indian history of Europe, marine and The Portuguese Magellan and indomitable as Queens Elizabeth I of England, Pirates As Sir Francis Drake, warriors like don Juan of Austria and writers such as Our great Cervantes, worth provide the public with the written document Allegedly by the Countess of X, although it does not belong even to the story. And as a historian, I must say that it is written in a bad Latin, the language of an aristocrat macarronica barely legal aid (although I mentioned at the Dante and Rabelais), and since he had it translated, rescribirlo Rather, what I have put in our current Castilian, to borrow the licenses Respective. That said, let's go to the text, give the word to the countess of X. I am still the countess of X, great lady. My lineage, which Dies with me, goes back to the times of the twelve pairs. Today, old and Food for syphilis, i have to tell my story, because they believe in this world That history is made by the men, the kings, the rich men, the great Captains, and do not see that, in reality, we are Who we dictate the Destinations of this land. But I don't want to philosophize or make this tale, but Mostraroslo with pure truth and hard facts, so I am going to them, To tell you, first, how I became a courtesan, and as requested Being such, I had in my hands the fate of the world. Not to mention more and let's talk about The story. My father was lord of a small region of the foot of Mount Between the French Savoie and Burgundy. The territory was rich but small: Just The baronial castle (our manor, they would say the Spaniards, although it was Still a medieval fortress: our house did not have to be constructed dionero A palace to the use of the time) and three villages of peasants with their taxes They kept the train of the family, powders of sewage sludge when our lineage It was of voters of the Empire and Las Condes considered in the first courts of Continent. That is to say, that by the time I was born we lived more than Our pride and our ancestry which of our real income, and what The male members of the family obtained in the fields of battle, because without Unlink the mayorazgo (since there was not much to divide, in any way), The counts of X used to procreate numerous proles: women were beef Convent in its majority and the boys, with the exception of the Mayorazgo, mercenaries to the Service of this or that... although most, following the Mayorazgo, They used to make arms in the ranks of the king of France. My father, the 14th Earl, died in the wars of the king Francisco I. A bullet claimed his life and Spanish, for his fortune, because he loved His lord, lost his life to see the prisoner of the Emperor, after Disaster of Pavia. At that time I had six years and I barely remember to my Father, with his beard and his reddish luenga steely blue eyes, covered with iron From head to toe. Well. My father died in the battle field as half of The counts of our lineage, and my older brother inherited the title and the prez that He corresponded, although at the moment it was my mother who took charge of the Government of our possessions, and I say the government because, although we were no longer Electors of the Empire (we were very fleetingly), although a vassal of the king of France, count had the right of high and low justice in their possessions. My brother called Francis In Honor of the king they served My father, had 12 years ago, and my mother, the cousin of my father and paridora as it should So, had given him a rod each year to the Lord count, of which Sobreviviamos my brother Luis, of 12 years; Carlos, 9; Enrique, 7; i, and my Little Sister Juana, four. The king died shortly after the death of my father, and The long truce ensued from the minority of King Henry II, and a period During which my mother managed to keep us out of the European struggles, Trying to restore the heritage of our house. A brother from my mother, who had our last name, sent The small garrison of the castle: 50 men-at-arms, enough, I thought my Mother, for the defense of a mountainous territory little sought after, and for that My brothers recovered his name when the time came. This guy had two Sons, who from that age had to do so trained, as my Brothers and sisters, in the arts of war, and a daughter. They spent five years in peace... here, because in Flanders and Germany burned the war, the Mediterranean Sea and the Turkish galleys to arrinconaban The mercenaries of the Serenissima Republic of Venice while England, Shadow, became a power thanks to the bandits of the pillerias Ocean. When my story begins, the story in which I was active, By which shifted my destiny, I was twelve years old, my cousin Catalina 14, my 19, 17 brothers and 14, and my cousins Godfrey and Enrique (that is to say the Small, not to be confused) 18 and 15. My destination was the convent, except that some neighboring lord i Ask for your child, but the isolation caused by my mother toward that Possibility to be remote. I was in age to be sent to the convent, but My mother did not want to be separated from me, and I took advantage of the freedoms that gave me To run around from side to side by the countryside, to observe the learning of my Brothers and my cousins and horse riding, the sword and King Marte to remove slack from the Arc in some youth hunting. I was a little girl long too, perhaps - but little Develops, when I came the first blood, thanks to my nana village girl I knew Well what it was about and keep me very much to inform my mother and the senile Housekeeper that taught me the arts femeniles that every maiden and the whole nun Must master. Came to my brothers to fence off deer and wild boars, and although In the entourage, without being able to test the joy of sinking the spear in the violent Meat of the fiera beast, or they may shoot to the rapid quadruped from my Beast, and enjoyed the persecution and the running of the hot blood. It also I noticed when my brother the count of circumvention of the entourage and was lost in the vicinity In the villages, returning time after the castle. And one day I followed him. The thick forest allowed me to carry out my mare at a good pace, Far from it, but without losing, and my mare, fine animal, followed the noble Beast of my brother when my eyes were losing. When you arrive at a clear my brother He dismounted. Was agitated by hunting and the ride and it looked beautiful as a Young god of war. Quito the morsel to his noble bruto, attaching it to a Leafy oak. I imitate, outside the clear, of course, determined to see that To His Excellency Mr conde during extended absences. Just arrellanarme in the roots of a generous tree, Carefully arranging the dress of the huntress that my mother forced me to Lead (one year before had changed my clothes as a child by Lady) For that the wrinkles and the earth didn't delataran, when it appeared a village girl, A robust damsel of about 20 or 25 years. My brother approached her and quickly The dispossession of the andrajo that covered it, below which there was nothing. Arose Then before my full and robust, full of Redondeces, with its thick braid Hanging from the back and a thick clump of hair black, forming a dense forest Which of your lower abdomen went up almost to her navel. His forearms were Also covered in black hair, and under its two armpits were many other Hirsute pelambreras. My brother emptied quickly from his attire and saw, by The first time in my life, a upright and long dick, hungry, bending toward the Heaven, crying, something that I still didn't know what it was, but I suspected... not me, My body, because I began to feel a strange itching, it reminded me of certain Nights in that had discarded My brother was blond like the sun. The hairs that covered his Weapon and his chest, the incipient beard and his long hair contrasted with the The villager matte black with which melted into a quick hug. The Demolition On the grass and without restriction of any kind nailed him his gun. This He found some difficulties but soon found its way and while the inert Villager, legs spread, moaned and received their abrupt stoically Onslaught, my brother looked like an animal, a gross. I enjoyed more, obviously, That with the hunting of wild boar and the lessons of fencing that they may owe you a Gentilhombre toscano come to less (very less, I think today, to have to Teach in our castle). What I saw would seem to thing of nothing: no took three minutes my Brother to finish their violent shaking, get up and, without a glimpse To the villager, regain their clothes, dressing, put the bite on his horse, From desatarlo and swift to the encounter of the poor entourage that followed us. Because the decisive was the following. The villager joined On his elbows, and when he saw my brother, her Lord, go horse riding, He returned to lie down on the grass of the clear spring. She picked up her legs over if Same, and began to fondle his crotch. From where I was I didn't see Clearly what his hands were doing, but if captured very well her moans, their Shivers and his long final howl, after which he stretched Carefully, showing once again their generous meats, the shawl He had arrived and how wine was. I was very rare. He didn't understand what was going on, But when i went back to the castle was resolute and investigate in myself that i had Fact the villager... and to more closely monitor of my brothers, because now I began to understand certain leaks with the maids, and the actual role that They played the three ladies in the company of my mother. Sandokan973@yahoo.com.mx