After I left the chaplain I was taken on as bailiff by a constable.But I didn't stay with him very long:the job as too dangerous for me.That's what I decided after some escaped criminals chased me and my master with clubs and rocks.My master stood there and faced them,and they beat him up,but they never did catch me.So I quit that job.
And while I was trying to think of what sort of a life I could lead so that I could have a little peace and quiet and save up something for my old age,God lit up my path and put me on the road to success.With the help of some friends and other people,all the trials and troubles I'd gone through up till then were finally compensated for,seeing as how I got what I wanted:a government job.And no one ever gets ahead without a job like that.
And that's what I've been doing right up to now:I work in God's service--and yours,too.What I do is announce the wines that are being sold around the city.Then,too,I call out at auctions and whenever anything lost.And I go along with the people who are suffering for righteousness'sake and call out their crimes:I'm a town crier,to put it plainly.
It's been a good job,and I've done so well at it that almost all of this sort of work comes to me.In fact,it's gotten to the point where if someone in the city has wine or anything else to put up for sale,they know it won't come to anything unless Lazarillo of Tormes is in on it.
About this time that gentleman,the Archpriest of San Salvador (your friend and servant),began to notice my abilities and how I was ****** a good living.He knew who I was because I'd been announcing his wines,and he said he wanted me to marry a maid of his.And I saw that only good,profitable things could come from a man like him,so I agreed to go along with it.
So I married her,and I've never regretted it.Because besides the fact that she's a good woman and she's hardworking and helpful,through my lord,the archpriest,I have all the help and favors I need.During the year he always gives her a few good-sized sacks of wheat,meat on the holidays,a couple loaves of bread sometimes,and his socks after he's through with them.He had us rent a little house right next to his,and on Sundays and almost every holiday we eat at his place.
But there have always been scandalmongers,and I guess there always will be,and they won't leave us in peace.They talk about I don't know what all--they say that they've seen my wife go and make up his bed and do his cooking for him.And God bless them,but they're a bunch of liars.
Because,besides the fact that she's the kind of woman who's hardly happy about these gibes,my master made me a promise,and I think he'll keep it.One day he talked to me for a long time in front of her,and he said to me:"Lazaro of Tormes,anyone who pays attention to what gossips say will never get ahead.I'm telling you this because I wouldn't be at all surprised if someone did see your wife going in and out of my house.In fact,the reason she goes in is very much to your honor and to hers:and that's the truth.So forget what people say.Just think of how it concerns you--I mean,how it benefits you."
"Sir,"I said,"I've decided to be on the side of good men.It is true that some of my friends have told me something of that.The truth is,they've sworn for a fact that my wife had three children before she married me,speaking with reverence to your grace since she's here with us."
Then my wife began to scream and carry on so much that I thought the house with us in it was going to fall in.Then she took to crying,and she cursed the man who had married us.It got so bad that I'd rather I'd died than have let those words of mine slip out.But with me on one side and my master on the other,we talked to her and begged her so much that she finally quit her crying.And I swore to her that as long as I lived I'd never mention another word about the business.And I told her I thought it was perfectly all right--in fact,that it made me happy--for her to go in and out of his house both day and night because I was so sure of her virtue.And so we were all three in complete agreement.
So,right up to today we've never said another word about the affair.In fact,when I see that someone wants to even start talking about it,I cut him short,and I tell him:"Look,if you're my friend,don't tell me something that will make me mad because anyone who does that isn't my friend at all.Especially if they're trying to cause trouble between me and my wife.There's nothing and nobody in the world that I love more than her.And because of her,God gives me all sorts of favors--many more than I deserve.So I'll swear to God that she's as good a woman as any here in Toledo,and if anyone tells me otherwise,I'm his enemy until I die."
So no one ever says anything to me,and I keep peace in my house.
That was the same year that our victorious emperor came to this illustrious city of Toledo and held his court here,and there were all sorts of celebrations and festivities,as you must have heard.
Well,at this time I was prosperous and at the height of all good fortune.
