9. What happened
From Candide by Voltaire (1759)

What happened to Cunegonde, Candide, the Grand Inquisitor and the Jew.

This Issachar was the most choleric Hebrew that had been seen in Israel since the captivity in Babylon.

"What," said he, "you dog of a Galilean, is it not enough to share with Monsieur the Inquisitor? but must this varlet also share with me?"

When he had thus spoke, he drew out a long poniard, which he always carried about him, and not suspecting that his antagonist had any weapons, he fell upon Candide; but our honest Westphalian had received a fine sword from the old woman, along with his full suit. He drew his rapier, and in spite of his amiable temper, he laid the Israelite dead upon the spot, at the feet of Cunegonde.

"My God," cried she, "what will become of us? a man murdered in my apartment! If the peace-officer comes in, we are ruined."
"If Pangloss had not been hanged," said Candide, "he would have given us excellent advice in this emergency; for he was a great philosopher. In this extremity, let us consult the old woman"

— she was a very prudent woman, and began to give her advice, when another little door opened. It was now about one o'clock in the morning, and consequently the beginning of Sunday. This day was allotted to my Lord the Inquisitor. Entering, he saw the whipped Candide with a sword in his hand, a dead body stretched on the floor, Cunegonde in a dreadful fright, and the old woman giving advice.

See now what passed in Candide's mind at this instant, and how he reasoned:

"If this holy man calls in assistance, he will infallibly have me roasted alive; he may treat Cunegonde in the same manner; he has caused me to be whipped without mercy; he is my rival; I am already in for manslaughter; there is no time to hesitate."

This reasoning was clear and rapid; and without giving time to the inquisitor to recover from his surprise, he ran through the body, and laid him by the side of the Jew.

"Behold, a second kill!" said Cunegonde, "there is no pardon for us; we are damned, our last hour is come. How could you, who are so very gentle, kill a Jew and a lord in two minutes' time?"
"My fair Lady," answered Candide, "when a man is in love, jealous, and has been whipped by the inquisition, he does not know what he does."

The old woman then put in her word, and said,

"There are three Andalusian horses in the stable, with their saddles and bridles; which the gallant Candide may get ready; Madam has some money and jewels; let us get on horseback without delay, and let us go to Cadiz; the weather is delightful, and very pleasant it is to travel in the cool of night."

Candide immediately saddled the three horses. Cunegonde, the old woman, and he travelled thirty miles on a stretch. While they were making the best of their way, the citizenry came to the house; they buried my Lord in a magnificent church and threw Issachar into a common sewer.

Candide, Cunegonde, and the old woman had now got to the little town of Avacena, in the middle of the mountains of Sierra Morena; having put up at an inn, they talked on affairs as follows.

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