Spring 1559
To the only one encantadora, Bernaldina,
In hopes that this letter reaches you in the good health divined by God, your grace is requested at the Palacio Real tomorrow evening at the dining hour of nine. It would give enormous pleasure and enlighten all present were you, in the company of much wine and nourishment, to count the tales of your recent Moroccan voyage. In truth my dear one, your absence has left a slow silence, but more importantly I know your presence brightened the gloomy hue of that country. You're a saint and you should know your return to be seen in Madrid is greatly anticipated.
Indebted to the memory of the heavenly light of your eyes cast upon your lowly soldier,
Martín Cortés
(To intoxicate my eyes with the porcelain of your cheek for one moment would renovate my being entirely. To touch my lips to the flesh of that pale mound would renovate me for an eternity.)
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