ABSTRACT
Then the very eminent and very honorable, most illustriously and saintedly remembered Lord King Don Enrique died, and he ordered in his will that they let us out of prison and return to us all that was ours. And I stayed at the home of my lady aunt María García Carrillo, and my husband went to reclaim his property and those who held it esteemed him little, because he had no rank nor means to claim it, and you well know how rights depend on the station you have on which to base a claim. And thus was my husband lost, and he wandered seven years through the world, a wretched man, and never did he find a relative or friend who did him a good turn or had pity on him. And at the end of seven years, they told my husband, who was in Badajoz with his uncle Lope Fernández de Padilla in the War of Portugal, that I was doing very well in the house of my lady and aunt Doña María García Carrillo, that my relatives had done me much kindness. He rode on his mule, which was worth very little money, and what he wore was not worth thirty maravedís.70 And he came through the doorway of my lady and aunt.
