secure of it he ordered it to be carried to his headquarters, in an old abbey or convent, and laid down there alone in the room with it to sleep, a sentinel walking the corridor outside.
He had been there in bed only a few minutes, and was getting drowsy, when he distinctly heard something under his bed, which lifted up as if a man was secreted there.
said he leaped out of bed and drew his sword, and examined the bed and the room in vain.
then supposed he had been possibly dreaming, and resumed his bed. Just as he was thinking it was all a mistake his bed lifted again, plainly and with some force.
He started forth a second time, sword in hand, and be-hold!
nothing was there.
‘This time,’ said he, ‘ I was scared indeed, till my attention was called to a shouting outside in the street, and then I found that it was an earthquake passing under the city of Mexico
that had lifted my bed up and given me such apprehension.’