The Infidel Volume I Part 8
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"Peace: have I not told thee already that the duel is forbidden under heavy penalties? I swear to thee, they shall be enforced, in all cases of disobedience, were it upon my own brother.--I tell thee again, I can advance thee to no service which will not make me the mark of slander.
There are fools about us, who, I know not why, have tortured anger into hatred, and will now interpret good-will into malignant treachery. But I care not for this: the tall tree catches the bolts that pa.s.s by the underwood,--the rock that rises above the sea, is lashed by breakers, while the grovellers at the bottom lie in tranquillity. It is thus with the condition of man;--peace abides with the lowly, envy shoots arrows at the high. Think of this, think of this, Juan Lerma, when thou hearest me maligned."
"I shall not need," said Juan. "The more dangerous the duty, the more must I thank your excellency for your confidence. I beseech, therefore, that I may be permitted to undertake this present enterprise."
"Wilt thou march them on foot, and with no better arms than thy Indian battle-axe and buckler?" demanded the general, gravely.
"I have heard," said Juan, with hesitation, "that your excellency has in charge certain horses and arms, which of right are mine, as being the gifts of a bountiful friend."
"It is even so," said Cortes, "and the restoration of them, which thou canst justly claim, will cause some heart-burnings. I must crave your pardon for having presumed to bestow them away, as though they had been mine own property."
"Under your favour," said Juan, "considering that they were the gifts of your excellency's ever honoured and beloved lady--"
"Ha!" cried Cortes, with a darkening visage, "what fiend possessed thee with this impertinent conceit?"
"I beg your excellency's pardon for my presumption," said Juan, "which was indeed caused no more by rumour than by a belief that there was no other being in the world, who could thus far have befriended me."
"Why then," said Cortes, "if thou knowest not the donor, it is the more remarkable; for n.o.body else does. Very strange! Two horses, the worst of which is worth full nine hundred crowns, and Bobadil almost priceless;--a suit of armour so well chosen to thy stature, that never a man of us all but is as loose in the cuira.s.s as a shrivelled walnut in the sh.e.l.l,--all very positively sent to _thee_ from Santiago,--for thee, senor, and for n.o.body else!"
"They are saint's gifts," said Alvarado, devoutly: "the young man has suffered much, and has found favour with heaven."
"Senor," said Juan, mildly, "you are jesting with me. I will hope, by and by, to discover this benevolent patron. What I have to say now, is that my wants will be content with but one of the horses; the return of which will cause your excellency no trouble,--the same being in the hands of the senor Guzman, who has already signified his intention to restore him."
"Ha! has he so, indeed? Why thy very enemies have become thy friends!"
"As for the armour, senor," continued the youth, without thinking fit to notice the latter exclamation, "I will make no claim to it, if you have bestowed it away. A simple morion and breastplate,--or indeed a good cap and doublet of escaupil, if iron be scarce,--will content me, provided I have but a good sword and steed."
"Thou shalt have both," said Cortes, "and the plate-mail also; which being somewhat too gigantic for any cavalier, and too good for a common soldier, I have preserved, thinking some day to bestow it upon the Tlascalan Xicotencal.--Thou art not loath to undertake this business? I will give thee a day to think of it."
"Not an hour, senor," said Juan, ardently. "Give me but time to exchange these heathen weeds and sandals for good armour and a warhorse, and I will depart instantly, with whatsoever force you may think fit to entrust to me."
"Art thou really, then, so hot after danger?"
"G.o.d is my protection," said Juan; "I thank heaven, that this duty _is_ the most dangerous your excellency could charge me with: it is, for that reason, the most honourable."
"Sayst thou so?" cried the Captain-General, quickly. "There is _one_ duty, at least, I could impose upon thee, which thou wouldst not be so hasty to accept? No, faith; for the very name of it has caused the boldest soldier in the army to turn pale.--Get thee to the armory; rest and refresh thyself: to-morrow thou shalt to Tochtepec."
"Senor, for your love I will do what others will not: I have years of benefaction to repay. I claim to be appointed to that task which is so dreadful to others."
"By my conscience, no," said Don Hernan: "_this_ would be sending thee to execution indeed. And yet I know none so well fitted as thyself: Thou art fearless, cunning, discreet,--at least thou canst be so; and thou art a master of the barbarous language, I think?"
"Your excellency once commended the success with which I laboured to acquire it: my year's wanderings in the west have made it familiar to me almost as the tongue of Castile."
"It is a good endowment," said Cortes. "What thinkest thou of an emba.s.sage to Tenocht.i.tlan?"
As he spoke, p.r.o.nouncing each word with deliberate emphasis, he bent his eyes searchingly on Juan, and a smile crept over his features, as he perceived the young man lose colour and start.
"The man that would do me _that_ duty," he continued, gravely, "would indeed deserve well, not only of myself, but of his majesty, the king of Spain. But think not I mean to overtask thee,--or that I seriously designed to try thee with this rack of probation.--There are bounds to the courage of us all."
"Your excellency mistakes me," said Juan, dispelling all emotion with a single effort, and speaking with a voice as firm as it was serious: "if there be but one good can come of such an emba.s.sy--"
"There might be _many_," said the general, "not the least of which would be the conquest of the city, and thereby of the whole land, without the loss of Christian lives. Could I but find speech with the prince Guatimozin, I have that which will move him to peaceful submission. But this is impossible."
"Again your excellency is deceived," said Juan, with the composure of one who has taken his resolution. "I will do your bidding,--I will carry your message to Mexico."
"Pho! I did but jest with thee. Three Indian envoys have I sent already: the infidel slew them all."
"And cannot your excellency answer why? Your envoys were Indians,--your excellency's allies, but his subjects, who, in the act of alliance, had committed the crimes of treason and rebellion; for which he punished them with death, as seemed to him right and just. A Spanish amba.s.sador would be received with greater respect, and perhaps dismissed without injury. I will not, with a boastful vanity, proclaim that I fear nothing; but such fears as I have, are not enough to deter me; and again I say, I will do your bidding."
"My bidding!" cried Cortes; "I bid thee not; heaven forfend I should bid thee any such thing. But if thou really thinkest the danger is not great,--if thou art so persuaded--" He paused; his eyes sparkled; he strode to and fro in disorder. Then suddenly halting, he exclaimed, with a faint laugh, "No, by my conscience! no, by heaven! no, by St. James of Compostella! thou art the bravest fool of all, but thou shalt not die the death of a dog! I will not catch thee with tiger-traps!"
To these extraordinary expressions, Juan answered with emotion, but still with unvarying resolution,
"I wait your excellency's orders. I fear not death; I am alone in the world;--father or mother, brother or sister, kinsman or friend, there is not one to lament me, should I come to disaster. If I live, I will, as your excellency has said, have saved the effusion of Christian blood; if I die, heaven will remember the motive, and none will miss me.--I will go to Tenocht.i.tlan."
"Thou art a fool," said Alvarado. "Senor Captain-General, this emba.s.sy may not be; I protest against it. The world will cry shame on us."
"I do oppose the same," said Sandoval, "as being the wilful throwing away of a Christian life."
The other cavaliers present were about to add their voices against the measure, when Cortes cut them short by saying, sternly,
"Are ye all mad, senores? Think ye, this thing was said seriously? I did but try the young man's mettle, and I do think he hath somewhat less of gaingiving about him, as well as much more folly, than any one here present. I must get me an amba.s.sador; but, Juan Lerma, thou art not the man."
"To my thought," said Sandoval, "this old Indian, Ocelotzin, will be a much safer emissary."
Apparently the Ottomi, who had listened throughout the whole conference with great attention, and who understood just enough of it to know the course that affairs were taking, did not at all relish the suggestion of Sandoval. He started, flung the gray curtain of hair from his visage, and began to pour forth a torrent of such objurgations and remonstrances as he could find Spanish to express:
"I am not Ocelotzin, the Tiger," he exclaimed; "very weak and old I am,--no claw, no tooth, no roar."--And here the barbarian, by way of confirming his speech, set up a yell, so wild, shrill, and hideous, that the cavaliers started back, catching at their swords in alarm, and two or three soldiers from the ante-room rushed in, as if apprehending some act of treason. But the dog Befo, who had hitherto maintained his post at the feet of Lerma, now rubbing against his knees, now rearing against his breast, and sometimes, when pushed down and too long neglected, expressing his impatience or affection, by extending his vast jaws, as if to swallow the hand that repelled him,--the dog Befo heard the cry of the savage with such indignation as he would have bestowed upon the howl of a rival. He replied with a lion-like growl, and stalking up to the Ottomi, he stood watching him, ever and anon writhing his lips so as to disclose his huge fangs, and seemed waiting the signal to attack, greatly to the terror of the orator.
A wave of the general's hand dismissed the intruding soldiers from the apartment; and at the voice of Lerma, the dog returned to him.
"I am Techeechee," said the orator, resuming his discourse, but with tones greatly subdued; "I am Techeechee, the Silent Dog,--the Silent Dog I am; Techeechee, the Silent Dog,--the Silent Dog I am.--Techeechee."--
All this time, he kept his eyes fixed upon Befo as if dreading an a.s.sault; and, in fact, his solicitude had somewhat overpowered his mind, so that he continued for some moments to reiterate the above phrases, without any seeming consciousness of their absurdity. At last, he fell into his vernacular language, and this happily releasing him from his trammels, he poured forth, with amazing volubility, a string of sounds, so harsh, guttural, inarticulate, and unearthly, that they seemed rather the ba.s.so chatterings of an ape than the meaning accents of a human being.
"What says the knave?" cried Cortes.
"He says," replied Juan, "that he is the little dumb dog of the hills, and will harm n.o.body; that Montezuma was a big dog, like Befo, (wherein he lies,) and that Guatimozin the prince is bigger still, and will eat him,--which is to be understood figuratively. He says, he is the Little Dog, and therefore not fit to be an amba.s.sador; but--Ha! what sayst thou, Techeechee?"--
The young man spoke to the Ottomi in his own tongue, and receiving an answer, turned immediately to Cortes, saying,
"It becomes me to inform your excellency of his words; for savage though he be, this old man I have ever found to be marvellously shrewd, as well as faithful. It is his opinion, that the prince Guatimozin would not injure _me_, if I went on the emba.s.sy; wherefore, I beg your excellency to reconsider your resolution. He says, too, he will go with me."
"Your destiny, senor, is to the rebellious and b.l.o.o.d.y town Tochtepec,"
replied the general, quickly and decidedly.
"He adds," continued Juan, "that he is Techeechee and no amba.s.sador; but that he is cousin to Quimichin, the Ground Rat, and that he will be your spy,--for _quimichin_ is the word by which they express a spy throughout the whole land."
"I am Techeechee; I will be Quimichin," said the Indian, as if to confirm the words of Juan, and twisting his withered features into a smile, that was meant to express both cunning and affection.
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