Fair Blows The Wind Part 2

She turned sharply around. "It is not of my choice, Captain. Had I a way-"

"The others are coming." My voice was low. "You spoke of a way. Perhaps we can talk later of that."

She turned on me. Her eyes were scornful. "Do not think I am any maid whose head can be turned by words, Captain. I have my own way to go.

"They want me because they think I know where there is gold. He, that one who calls himself Don Manuel, wants me also because I am a woman, but at the last it is the gold they want."

"They are fools," I said.

"And you, Captain?"

"I, too, am often a fool. Were it not so, I would not be here. Were it not so, I might have become a man of means. The men of my family are romantics. We have common sense, but we have heart also, senorita, so we end up with many thanks and empty pockets."

She laughed, and it had a lovely sound. Armand, the Basque, had come down and engaged the others in conversation, so for a moment longer we were almost alone.

"They believe I am an innocent, that I do not know why they take me to Spain. It is not only for the marriage, Captain. They believe the splendors of their court will put me in such awe of them that I will tell them what I know ..."

"What do they think you know?"

She was facing me now, her eyes intently upon mine. "Whether there remain some hidden places where the old life goes on, where the old ways persist. They think I am a child who can be persuaded or frightened, but they waste their time, Captain. I shall tell them nothing."

"Bravo," I said softly, "I hope you do not."

"And you, Captain? You do not wish to know?"

"Senorita, I live to know, to understand, and if possible, to see. Yet it would be enough for me to know there is such a place as you suggest ... somewhere ... and that the old ways persist. I would not have the old ways die, for all people in their own way find a path to wisdom. Each way can be a good way. Each has something to offer the world."

"Then, if you could, you would help me?"

"That I will, but you must let me know what it is you wish. I must first understand. Then I can think and plan."

"They would kill you, Captain."

I smiled. "I cannot remember a time when someone was not trying to kill me, senorita. Perhaps I shall live long enough."

"But you are alone!"

"There is Armand."

"He is one of them!"

"Is he? Armand is a Basque, senorita, and the Basques have their own way of thinking. It is he I will get to help me repair the boat."

Suddenly Don Manuel was there, his features pale with anger. "Senorita! This is no place for you! Come!"

Without a word she turned from me and walked to him, her submissiveness puzzling in a girl who seemed of such an independent mind. Yet it was not my business. True, I had offered my aid, such as it might be, but what she might have in mind, I knew not. Nor did I know the whole situation, or just what or whom I must save her from.

My concern at the moment should be with returning to England and putting in a claim for my portion of the Good Catherine's trade-if she survived the voyage and if there were any profits.

At the moment the boat was my stock in trade. I could repair it, and I could sail her to the Savannah River settlement, or on to Saint Augustine, if that be necessary.

With Armand I walked back to the fire. He left me and went to join the others. Was I contaminated, then? Or was he merely wis.h.i.+ng to avoid a controversy?

Don Diego called over to me. His voice was cool. "You have examined the boat?"

"I have."

"Can it be made seaworthy? You can make it so?"

"I can ... on the condition that I accompany you. I wish to return to Europe."

"Of course. You can do the work tomorrow?"

"If I have one man." I indicated the Basque. "We have talked about it. Together, I think it can be done."

"Very well. In the morning, then."

Darkness had come, and their fire burned just as bright as before. No sentries had been put out. I accepted the food Conchita, the Indian girl, brought to me, and I ate alone in silence.

It was just as well, for I had much thinking to do. They had come ash.o.r.e on a galleon. That galleon was still afloat when they left her, and it might not have sunk. Such vessels often carried treasure, and certainly a marketable cargo.

It was sinking, they said. But had it actually sunk? n.o.body had seen it go down, and even so, how deep would the water be?

I had seen no s.h.i.+p off sh.o.r.e, so it might be in the waters that lay behind this long island on which we were ... or believed we were.

I, Tatton Chantry, a young man of family but no fortune, nor of any position now that all was lost in Ireland, I might have access to a fortune greater than any my family had known in these last hundred years or more.

Perhaps a galleon loaded with silver and gold from the mines of Peru? For long had I dreamed of such a thing, of finding my pot of gold at the foot of my own rainbow.

This could be it!

4.

My knowledge was of armies and cities, although more than a few times I had sailed upon the seas. A man who has nothing must follow chance wherever it takes him. Although I loved the far places of the world, my wanderings were dictated more by the circ.u.mstances of employment than choice.

At least I knew enough to gather leaves and make a bed of sorts. I chose a place alone, well back from the fire and under the edge of brush that would serve both a windbreak and hiding place. Watching the others, it seemed the only ones who had any conception of how to prepare for a night in the wilderness were Guadalupe, Armand, the Basque, and the strange captain whose name I had not heard.

My thoughts returned to the boat, yet there was little to think of there. The splintered portion could be replaced by a slab of thick bark, easily obtainable and easily fitted.

The s.h.i.+p, their s.h.i.+p, held my thoughts. I tried to visualize how she might look and where she might have drifted, if she had not actually sunk. Above all I must give them no inkling of what I was thinking ... even planning-if all proceeded as I believed it might.

Before the day broke I was up, pulling on my boots and brus.h.i.+ng my clothing free of leaves. Then away I went to the inland sh.o.r.e.

Here the trees grew down almost to the water. The channel inside the islands, if such it could be called, appeared to be shallow. It was also narrow. There was no sign of a s.h.i.+p.

Hounding a small point by climbing over drift-logs, I startled a great flock of egrets and herons, thousands of them who flew with a great flapping of wings sounding much like applause from a vast theater. As they flew away, their wings caught the pink and rose of the rising sun. I stood a moment, in awe of their beauty against the morning sky.

Changes in the color of the water led me to believe there was a deeper pa.s.sage leading westward into the land, or nearer to it.

A thought came to me that I had stupidly overlooked. What had become of the rest of the crew of the s.h.i.+p? Were they by chance still aboard? Had they taken another boat and gone elsewhere? Or were they still about? What had really happened aboard the s.h.i.+p? Had it simply started taking water? Or had there been a mutiny? The master of the vessel was not among them, so where was he?

I didn't like the situation. I must speak with Armand. I paused, scowling, and studied the movement of the water. The deeper channel was there, I was sure, and the tide might have taken the vessel deeper into the channel, beaching it somewhere on a bank or sh.o.r.e if it had not sunk.

Nearby was a mound, low and long. Kicking a boot toe into it, I exposed a thick ma.s.s of seash.e.l.ls. Obviously, savages had long lived here, taking their living from the sea. We ourselves might profit from their experience, for the great number of sea birds could only be attracted by great numbers of fish.

From the sand I picked a broken arrowhead, beautifully made by chipping away flakes of stone. It reminded me again that I must have a bow.

After glancing all about, I sat down on the sh.e.l.l mound. Nearby, there was an old log that had sloughed off some great sheets of bark. They might be too brittle for my purpose. It would be better to peel fresh bark from a standing tree, but I would take this, just in case.

I walked over and picked up the bark, and came upon several other arrowheads. These were intact, and I pocketed them for future use. As I straightened up with a sheet of bark in my hands, I saw her.

Rather, I saw a bit of the p.o.o.p beyond a wall of leaves. Squatting on my heels, I looked again. Only from that position could I see the vessel.

It was time I returned to the boat, where they would be expecting me to be, and then to the camping area, where I might find food.

All was still at the boat. Placing my bark on the ground, I looked about, measuring the trees for a better selection of bark. Nearby was another and more recently fallen tree that looked better than what I had, but the bark I'd brought back would prove a convenient excuse for my absence if one was needed.

I found a small canvas-wrapped bundle of tools in the sail locker and went to work. Tr.i.m.m.i.n.g off the end of the plank, with a hatchet I cut a strip of bark of the size needed. I made holes and with an awl st.i.tched the bark into place with cords drawn through the holes. As I worked, I considered my situation.

Don Manuel disliked me, that was obvious enough. Don Diego had been polite, but no more. The third man, whose name was still unknown to me, was in no position to do more than register an opinion. I trusted none of them.

As for Guadalupe Romana, she was but a p.a.w.n in the game, and I had seen how quickly she showed submission when Don Manuel spoke. Was she genuinely obedient? Was even her fear genuine? Or was it part of a pretense she was carrying on?

With the job half-done I walked back to the fire. They were moving about, and Conchita was at the fire. She threw a quick glance my way and seemed friendly. I walked to the fire and extended my bands. "I shall soon have the boat fixed." I spoke only for her ears. "Let Armand know."

"Si." She was squatting, Indian-fas.h.i.+on, at the fireside. "Cuidado!"

Be careful. Aye, I would that.

Don Manuel looked at us suspiciously, although he could have heard neither of us. He came to the fire.

"The boat is repaired?" His tone was brusque.

"Soon," I said. "It will be makes.h.i.+ft, but it will serve if we are not pushed against rocks, and if we keep to quiet waters."

He ignored me, paying no attention to my comments. Suddenly he asked, "You have experience of boats, Captain?"

"As a lad I fished in waters off our coast. They were often rough waters."

"You could take us to Florida?"

"With G.o.d's help. First it would be wise to see if there are people on the Savannah River. We might even find a s.h.i.+p there. There was a French fort, but I believe your people captured it."

"Don Diego!" He had joined us. "I suggest what food we have be rationed. It must last us at least a week, perhaps two."

He smiled at my ignorance. "You jest, Captain. We have food for a day, perhaps two."

"But your packs! I have seen large packs-"

"Clothing, Captain. You would not expect us to dress like beggars? When we again appear before civilized people, they must understand who and what we are. We could not appear in poor costume, or clothes soiled by travel. It would be most unbecoming."

For a moment I was speechless. "Don Diego," I spoke carefully, "you must face reality. It cannot be much less than four hundred miles to Saint Augustine, although I do not know its exact location. Even the Savannah is far, and I am afraid you will be very hungry before you arrive ... if you arrive."

"You jest, Captain. I do not think it-"

"I do not jest, and the sooner you understand the situation the better. To the north of us there is nothing, although there are rumors that the English have tried a settlement there.

"To the south of us ... somewhere ... are Spanish settlements. Between here and there are savages who have often been badly treated by the Spanish and who will not be friendly. This is an unknown coast with many shoals, few bays or coves. Trouble is everywhere.

"We can catch fish from the sea. We may even kill a deer, but only at the risk of attracting enemies.

"There is no one to help you, no one to save you, no miracle we can expect. You have no servant you can command to bring food, and nowhere to bring it from if there were. The clothing you so carefully brought with you is not even likely to clothe your bodies at burial, for the savages will take it."

Don Diego's face was stiff with shock, I suspect not so much at the facts I laid before him as my manner of speaking. In many ways these people were children, for always before there had been a servant or a slave to do their bidding, and no need for them to lift a hand. It was simply a fact: they disdained any sort of physical labor, and disdained those who did it.

Don Diego was not accustomed to having facts so cruelly thrust upon him. His dignity was offended.

He stood speechless. His lips worked with unframed words. Guadalupe seemed wryly amused.

"What had you planned to do?" I asked, at last.

"Planned? There could be no plan. The s.h.i.+p was sinking. We seized what we could and got into the boat. We did not think of food. Why, we ..."

They simply had not thought, or believed it necessary.

"What happened to the others? To the sailing master? To the rest of the crew?"

"I do not know. There was another boat, I believe. I do not know what happened to it."

"Well, my friends, you will now have decisions to make, work to do, and much hard travel. Whether you live or die will depend on you."

"I think not, Captain," Guadalupe said, sweetly. "It will depend on you. After all, Captain, we have had someone to think for us and care for us because we have been able to pay. If we ask you to do this for us, what will we have to pay you?"

For a moment our eyes met. Slowly, I smiled. Her eyes widened and became wary. Perhaps she feared what I might say, but I merely bowed. "I will do what can be done, and all I ask is pa.s.sage to Europe. If, that is, you want my a.s.sistance."

"We can kill deer!" Don Manuel was contemptuous. "We are skilled at hunting."

"At killing, you mean? I doubt not that most of your hunting was done on game preserves where beaters drive the game close to you to be killed. It will be different here.

"Here you must stalk your deer, get very close, and be sure of your shot. Then you must butcher the deer, clean it, and remove the cuts of meat you will need. You must also skin the deer, as the hide will be useful for making moccasins."

"Moccasins! We have our boots!"