The Baroque Cycle - The Confusion Part 62

"Quite! Why, those fellows with the willow-branches are not so much sweeping sweeping the pavement as the pavement as spanking spanking it!" it!"

"Those are from that batch of Jewish monks we arrested at the Dominican monastery three years ago," said Diego.

From any other Inquisition prison warden, this might have sounded judgmental-even condemnatory. But Diego de Fonseca presided over what was widely held to be the mellowest and most easy-going Inquisition prison in the whole Spanish Empire, and he said it in mild conversational tones. Then he popped a honey-dipped pastry into his mouth.

"That explains it!" said Moseh. "Those Dominicans are so rich, each monk hires half a dozen Indians as housekeepers, and consequently they know nothing of the domestick domestick arts." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Say, Brother Christopher! Brother Peter! Brother Diaz! There are arts." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Say, Brother Christopher! Brother Peter! Brother Diaz! There are ladies ladies present! Try to move some dirt as long as you are sweeping the courtyard, will you?" present! Try to move some dirt as long as you are sweeping the courtyard, will you?"

The three monks straightened up and glared at Moseh, then bent their backs again and began sc.r.a.ping dust across the stones. Clouds of volcanic ash built up and rose around their knees.

"As for this wretched covering, I can only beg you pardon, senora," continued Moseh. "We like to lie out in this place and recuperate after a question-and-answer session with the Inquisitor, and so we have been training the vines to grow thus, to shade us from the mid-afternoon sun."

"Then you need to give them manure, for I can clearly see stars coming out through the gaps."

To which the obvious response was Manure!? We get no shortage of that from the priests, and give all of it back to the Inquisitor, Manure!? We get no shortage of that from the priests, and give all of it back to the Inquisitor, but before Jack could say it, Moseh silenced him with a look, and said: "Insofar as the vines cover us, we thank Lord Jesus, and insofar as they don't, we are reminded that in the end we are all dependent on the protection of G.o.d in Heaven." but before Jack could say it, Moseh silenced him with a look, and said: "Insofar as the vines cover us, we thank Lord Jesus, and insofar as they don't, we are reminded that in the end we are all dependent on the protection of G.o.d in Heaven."

The feast had been brought in by the prisoners' families and laid out on a long deal table at the edge of the prison courtyard, under a makes.h.i.+ft awning of bougainvilleas. It was a lot of harvest-time food: particularly squashes, baked with Caribbean sugar, cinnamon from Manila, and an infinity of beans. Jack had taken a liking to mushy food since losing most of his teeth crossing the Pacific. Up in Guanajuato he'd hired an Indian to make him a new set out of gold and carven boar's tusks, but this accessory had been mislaid, somewhere along the line, after he and Moseh had fallen into the hands of the Inquisition. He guessed that some familiar familiar or or alguacil alguacil was chewing his pork with Jack's teeth at this very moment, probably just over the wall in the dormitories of the was chewing his pork with Jack's teeth at this very moment, probably just over the wall in the dormitories of the Consejo de la Suprema y General Inquisicion Consejo de la Suprema y General Inquisicion.

"Consider your apologies accepted, and your flattery disregarded," said Senora de Fonseca. "But a lady who attends a social function in a prison, organized by men-hereticks and infidels at that!-does not expect that the niceties will be observed. That is why every man seeks a wife, no?"

There followed a long silence, which quickly became embarra.s.sing to those hereticks and infidels, and then stretched out to a point where it seemed likely to become fatal. Finally Jack kicked Salamon Ruiz under the table. Salamon had been rocking back and forth on his bench and muttering something. When Jack's boot impacted on his s.h.i.+n he opened his eyes and shouted, "Oy!"

Then, amid sharp inhalations from all around the table, stretched it out thus: "Oigo misa!" "Oigo misa!"

"You are going to Ma.s.s!?" said Diego de Fonseca, perplexed.

"Misa de matrimonio," said Salamon, and then finally remembered to unclasp his hands and grope for the hand of his supposed said Salamon, and then finally remembered to unclasp his hands and grope for the hand of his supposed novia, novia, this evening's nominal guest of honor, Isabel Machado, who was seated on his right. He had never seen the girl before, and for a moment Jack was afraid he was going to grab the wrong woman's hand. "In my this evening's nominal guest of honor, Isabel Machado, who was seated on his right. He had never seen the girl before, and for a moment Jack was afraid he was going to grab the wrong woman's hand. "In my head, head, you know, I was going to Ma.s.s on my wedding day." you know, I was going to Ma.s.s on my wedding day."

"Well, keep your hands out of your lap when you're doing it please!" Jack returned. The comment was not well received by the warden's wife, but Moseh plastered it over by rising to his feet and hoisting his chocolate-cup into the air: "To Isabel and Sanchez,* whose betrothal we celebrate tonight, may the Inquisitor be merciful to Sanchez, may the whose betrothal we celebrate tonight, may the Inquisitor be merciful to Sanchez, may the auto da fe auto da fe be of the non-violent sort, and may their marriage be long and prosperous." be of the non-violent sort, and may their marriage be long and prosperous."

That toast led to others, which continued in chocolatey volleys until the Cathedral bells rang vespers. Then the dinner broke up as the prisoners and their guests got to their feet and began to walk in a long uneven procession around the perimeter of the courtyard.

"To walk around thus after eating is a custom up north," Jack heard Moseh explaining to Senora de Fonseca.

"In Nuevo Leon? But that place was settled by Jews!"

"No, thank G.o.d, I meant the new mining country: Guanajuato, Zacatecas..."

She shuddered. "Brr, it is a land of Vagabonds and Desperadoes..."

"But pure-blooded Christians all. And after a big meal they always march around the town square seven times."

"Why seven?"

"Five times for the Five Wounds of Christ," Jack blurted out, "and three for the three persons of the Trinity."

"But five and three make eight eight!" observed Senor de Fonseca, now becoming interested.

Moseh now literally stepped in between Jack and the Fonsecas and continued, "All right, I did not wish to bore you with all of the details, but really the tradition is this: formerly formerly they would go eight times around, turning always to the right. Then they would reverse direction and march around four times, one for each of the four gospels, turning to the left. Then reverse again and three additional times to the right, one for each of the crosses on Calvary. But then some Jesuit came along and pointed out that five and three, take away four, add three, make seven all together, and so why not simply go around seven times and leave it at that? Of course he was not taken seriously until they got a new priest up there, who had gout in one foot, and did not like so much walking. A letter was sent to the Vatican. Twenty years later the answer came back that the Jesuit's arithmetick had been examined, and determined to be sound. By that time the gouty priest had died of a fever. But his replacement was in no position to argue sums with the Pope, and so the tradition was established anyway." they would go eight times around, turning always to the right. Then they would reverse direction and march around four times, one for each of the four gospels, turning to the left. Then reverse again and three additional times to the right, one for each of the crosses on Calvary. But then some Jesuit came along and pointed out that five and three, take away four, add three, make seven all together, and so why not simply go around seven times and leave it at that? Of course he was not taken seriously until they got a new priest up there, who had gout in one foot, and did not like so much walking. A letter was sent to the Vatican. Twenty years later the answer came back that the Jesuit's arithmetick had been examined, and determined to be sound. By that time the gouty priest had died of a fever. But his replacement was in no position to argue sums with the Pope, and so the tradition was established anyway."

Visibly exhausted, Moseh now lapsed into silence, as did the Fonsecas, who had been driven into a profound stupor. Not until several orbits of the courtyard had been tallied up did anyone speak again.

"d.a.m.n all this dust!" said Diego de Fonseca, waving a flabby hand before his face. The monks who had been sweeping earlier were now shaking their branches in the air, releasing clouds of Popocatepetl ash.

"I heard unfamiliar screaming today," Jack remarked. "Sounded as if someone was being given the strappado, strappado, but I didn't recognize his voice." but I didn't recognize his voice."

"It is a Belgian Belgian priest, supposedly with priest, supposedly with heretickal heretickal leanings-they brought him up from Acapulco," said the warden. "I believe he is a material witness in leanings-they brought him up from Acapulco," said the warden. "I believe he is a material witness in your your case." case."

FATHER E EDMUND DE A ATH was sitting in his cell staring with a kind of dull curiosity at his own arms, which were laid out on the table in front of him like lamb shanks in a butcher's shop. They were still attached to his shoulders, but they were bloated and bluish, except around the wrists where ropes had sawn nearly to the bone. The only part of him that moved was his eyeb.a.l.l.s, which swiveled toward the door as Jack and Moseh entered. was sitting in his cell staring with a kind of dull curiosity at his own arms, which were laid out on the table in front of him like lamb shanks in a butcher's shop. They were still attached to his shoulders, but they were bloated and bluish, except around the wrists where ropes had sawn nearly to the bone. The only part of him that moved was his eyeb.a.l.l.s, which swiveled toward the door as Jack and Moseh entered.

"You know, there was a monk in Spain who was thrown into the common jail for some petty crime, fifty or a hundred years ago," said de Ath. He was speaking in a quiet voice. Jack and Moseh knew why: the strappado strappado ripped all of the muscles around the ribs and spine, giving the victim every incentive to breathe shallowly for the next couple of weeks. Jack and Moseh came round to either side and bent close so that de Ath could get by with a mere whisper. "After a few days in the squalor of that jail, he called the jailer over and uttered certain heretickal oaths. Of course the jailer denounced him to the Inquisition without delay. Before the next sundown, this monk had been moved to the Prison of the Inquisition, where he had his own cell, clean and well-ventilated, with a chair and-ahh-a table." ripped all of the muscles around the ribs and spine, giving the victim every incentive to breathe shallowly for the next couple of weeks. Jack and Moseh came round to either side and bent close so that de Ath could get by with a mere whisper. "After a few days in the squalor of that jail, he called the jailer over and uttered certain heretickal oaths. Of course the jailer denounced him to the Inquisition without delay. Before the next sundown, this monk had been moved to the Prison of the Inquisition, where he had his own cell, clean and well-ventilated, with a chair and-ahh-a table."

"A table's a good thing to have," Jack allowed, "when your arms have been pulled out of their sockets, and have nothing to support their weight save a few strands of gristle."

"You are not really a heretick, are you, Father?" asked Moseh.

"Of course not."

"So it follows that you believe in turning the other cheek, that the meek shall inherit the earth, et cetera et cetera?"

"Como no? As the Spaniards say." As the Spaniards say."

"Good-we shall hold you to it," said Jack, raising one foot and planting it in the middle of de Ath's chest. He grabbed one of the priest's hands and Moseh the other. A violent shove sent the victim toppling backwards in his chair. Just as he was about to bash his head on the stone floor, Jack and Moseh jerked as hard as they could on de Ath's arms, yanking him back up like Enoch Root's yo-yo. A loud pop sounded from deep in each shoulder. The scream of Edmundde Ath, like the blowing of the legendary horn of Roland, could presumably be heard several mountain ranges away. Of course it emptied his lungs, which forced him to draw a deep breath, which was so painful that he had to scream some more. But after a while this Oscillatory Phenomenon damped out and de Ath was left in the same position as before, viz. sitting bolt upright with his arms on the table. But now he was cautiously clenching and unclenching his fists, and in the light of the candles that Jack and Moseh had brought in, it seemed his flesh was becoming a pinker shade of gray.

"Pardon me while I try to come up with theologickal a.n.a.logies for what you just did to me," he said.

"You could do that until the vacas vacas came back to the came back to the hacienda, hacienda, I'm sure," said Moseh. I'm sure," said Moseh.

"Now that we are all devout Catholics we'll have plenty of opportunities to listen to homilies," Jack said. "For now, only tell us what you know of the proceedings against us."

Edmund de Ath said nothing for a long time. In Mexico, time was as plentiful as silver.

"The warden says you are a witness," Moseh said, "but they would not torture you unless you were also a suspect."

"That much is obvious," agreed de Ath, "but as you know perfectly well, the Inquisition never tells a prisoner what the charges are against him, or who denounced him. They throw him in prison and tell him to confess, and leave him guessing what he's supposed to confess to to."

"'Tisn't hard for me me to guess," Jack said. "I'm an Englishman missing the end of his d.i.c.k, which means the only question is: Jew, or Protestant?" to guess," Jack said. "I'm an Englishman missing the end of his d.i.c.k, which means the only question is: Jew, or Protestant?"

"I hope you've been wise enough to tell them you're a Jew who was never baptized."

"That I have. Which-a.s.suming they believe believe me-marks me as an me-marks me as an infidel infidel. And as this Church of yours thinks it is its mission to preach preach to infidels rather than to infidels rather than burn burn 'em, I'm likely to escape with nothing worse than having to listen to a whole lot o' preaching." 'em, I'm likely to escape with nothing worse than having to listen to a whole lot o' preaching."

"Your sons?"

"When the alguaciles alguaciles came for me and Moseh, they were on a trip to Cabo Corrientes to dig up some of that buried quicksilver. No doubt they are drinking came for me and Moseh, they were on a trip to Cabo Corrientes to dig up some of that buried quicksilver. No doubt they are drinking mezcal mezcal in some mining-town saloon about now." in some mining-town saloon about now."

"And you, Moseh?"

"They can see perfectly well I'm half Indian, so they've pegged me as a mestizo mestizo sp.a.w.ned by one of those crypto-Jews who went up to Nuevo Leon a hundred years ago." sp.a.w.ned by one of those crypto-Jews who went up to Nuevo Leon a hundred years ago."

"But that lot was exterminated in the autos da fe autos da fe of 1673." of 1673."

"Ridding a country of Jews is easier than purging every last phant'sy and suspicion from an Inquisitor's mind," Moseh returned. "He supposes every Indian between San Miguel de Allende and New York has a Torah concealed in his breech-clout."

"He wants to find that you are a heretick," said Edmund de Ath.

"And hereticks burn," Moseh added.

"Only if they are unrepentant, unrepentant," said Edmund de Ath, and his eyes followed the lines of Moseh's tunic until they found the rosary. "So you have made the decision to pa.s.s as a Christian, and avoid the stake. As soon as you are set free you'll go far away and become a Jew again. That is exactly what the Inquisitor suspects suspects."

"Go on."

"He has been asking me questions about you. He would like for me to testify that you are a sham Christian and an unrepentant Jew. That is all he needs to burn you over a crackling mesquite fire...your only choice then would be to accept Christ as they were tying you to the stake..."

"In which event they'd charitably strangle me as the flames were rising-or, I could live for a few minutes longer as a devout Jew."

"Albeit an uncomfortable one," Jack concluded.

"Jack, he would also like for me to testify that you and Moseh prayed together in Hebrew, and observed Yom Kippur aboard Minerva Minerva."

"Go ahead, it just confirms I'm an infidel."

"But now that you are pretending to be a Catholic you've burned that excuse-any lapses make you a heretick."

Jack now became mildly irked. "What is your point? That you could, with a few words, send me and Moseh to the stake? We already knew that."

"There must be something more," Moseh said. "A witness witness they would not torture. Edmund has been accused of they would not torture. Edmund has been accused of something something by by someone someone."

"Under normal circ.u.mstances there would be no guessing who my accuser was," said de Ath, "since the Inquisition keeps such matters a secret. But here in New Spain, no one knows me except for those who disembarked from Minerva Minerva in Acapulco. Obviously you two did not denounce me to the Inquisition." De Ath said this deliberately, and looked Jack and then Moseh in the eye, examining each for signs of a guilty conscience. Jack had been subjected to this treatment countless times in his life, first by Puritans in English Vagabond-camps and subsequently by diverse Papists eager to hear him confess all his colorful sins. He met the gaze of de Ath directly, and Moseh looked back at the Belgian with a sorrowful look that showed no trace of guilt or nervousness. "Very well," said de Ath, with a faint, apologetic smile. "That leaves only-" in Acapulco. Obviously you two did not denounce me to the Inquisition." De Ath said this deliberately, and looked Jack and then Moseh in the eye, examining each for signs of a guilty conscience. Jack had been subjected to this treatment countless times in his life, first by Puritans in English Vagabond-camps and subsequently by diverse Papists eager to hear him confess all his colorful sins. He met the gaze of de Ath directly, and Moseh looked back at the Belgian with a sorrowful look that showed no trace of guilt or nervousness. "Very well," said de Ath, with a faint, apologetic smile. "That leaves only-"

"Elizabeth de Obregon!" Moseh exclaimed, if a whisper could be an exclamation.

"But she was your disciple, disciple," Jack said.

"Judas was a disciple, too," de Ath said quietly. "Disciples can be dangerous-especially when they are not right in the head to begin with. When Elizabeth returned to awareness in that cabin on was a disciple, too," de Ath said quietly. "Disciples can be dangerous-especially when they are not right in the head to begin with. When Elizabeth returned to awareness in that cabin on Minerva, Minerva, mine was the first face she saw. I believe now that my face must somehow haunt her nightmares, and that she seeks to exorcise it in flames." mine was the first face she saw. I believe now that my face must somehow haunt her nightmares, and that she seeks to exorcise it in flames."

"But we thought-"

"You imagined imagined I was exerting some sinister influence on a susceptible mind-I know you did," said de Ath. "In fact, I was ministering to one who was not right in mind or body. Ever since that disastrous expedition to the Islands of Solomon she had been a little daft-confined to a nunnery in Manila. Finally her family in Spain arranged for her to come home, which is how she ended up on the Manila Galleon. To outward appearances she was entirely sane. But the fire on the Galleon burned away what was left of her good sense. By treating her with tincture of I was exerting some sinister influence on a susceptible mind-I know you did," said de Ath. "In fact, I was ministering to one who was not right in mind or body. Ever since that disastrous expedition to the Islands of Solomon she had been a little daft-confined to a nunnery in Manila. Finally her family in Spain arranged for her to come home, which is how she ended up on the Manila Galleon. To outward appearances she was entirely sane. But the fire on the Galleon burned away what was left of her good sense. By treating her with tincture of opium opium, and staying by her side at all times, I was able to keep her madness in hand as long as we remained aboard Minerva Minerva. But when I became the cargador cargador for your enterprise, my responsibilities took me down to Lima. Elizabeth came here to Mexico City. I am afraid she has fallen under the influence of certain Phanatiqual for your enterprise, my responsibilities took me down to Lima. Elizabeth came here to Mexico City. I am afraid she has fallen under the influence of certain Phanatiqual Jesuits Jesuits and and Dominicans Dominicans. Churchmen of that stripe loathe such as me, because I keep a civil tongue in my head when talking to Protestants. I fear that they have preyed upon Elizabeth's mind and that in her madness she has said things about me that have made their way to the stupendous and omniscient annals of the Consejo de la Suprema y General Inquisicion Consejo de la Suprema y General Inquisicion. The Inquisitor wants to make me, and by extension every other Jansenist, out to be a heretick. Along the way he would like for me to utter words that would send both of you to the stake."

Jack sighed. "Now I'm glad glad we did not invite you to the feast-you are so depressing to talk to." we did not invite you to the feast-you are so depressing to talk to."

Edmund de Ath attempted to shrug, but this hurt a lot, and all the muscles on his skull stood out for a few moments, making him look like a woodcut in an anatomy book that Jack had once seen flying through the air in Leipzig. When he could speak again he said, "It is just as well-my faith would not allow me to partic.i.p.ate in your Sukkoth Sukkoth even though you cleverly disguised it as a betrothal-feast." even though you cleverly disguised it as a betrothal-feast."

Moseh laced his fingers together and stretched his arms, which was a noisy procedure. "I am going to bed," he said. "If they are looking for reasons to burn you, Edmund, and if you are not giving them any, it follows that Jack and I will soon be dangling from the ceiling of the torture-chamber while clerks stand below us with dipped quills. We'll need our rest."

"If any one of us breaks, all three of us burn," said de Ath. "If all three of us can stand our ground, then I believe they will let us go."

"Sooner or later one of us will break," Jack said wearily. "This Inquisition is as patient as Death. Nothing can stop it."

"Nothing," said de Ath, "except for the Enlightenment."

"And what is that?" Moseh asked.

"It sounds like one of those daft Catholicisms: The Annunciation, the Epiphany, and now the Enlightenment," Jack said.

"It is nothing of the sort. If my arms worked, I'd read you some of those letters," said de Ath, turning his head a fraction of a degree towards some scrawled pages on the end of this table, weighed down by a Bible. "They are from brothers of mine in Europe. They tell a story-albeit in a fragmentary and patchwork way-of a sea-change that is spreading across Christendom, in large part because of men like Leibniz, Newton, and Descartes. It is a change in the way men think, and it is the doom of the Inquisition."

"Very good! Well, then, all we must needs do is hold out against the strappado, strappado, the the bastinado, bastinado, the water-torture, and the thongs for another two hundred years or so, which ought to be plenty of time for this new way of thinking to penetrate Mexico City," said Jack. the water-torture, and the thongs for another two hundred years or so, which ought to be plenty of time for this new way of thinking to penetrate Mexico City," said Jack.

"Mexico City is run out of Madrid, and the Enlightenment has already stormed Madrid and taken it," de Ath said. "The new King of Spain is a Bourbon, the grand-son of King Louis XIV of France."

"Feh!" said Moseh.

"Eeew, him him again!" said Jack. "Don't tell me I'm to peg my hopes of freedom on again!" said Jack. "Don't tell me I'm to peg my hopes of freedom on Leroy Leroy!"

"Many Englishmen share your feelings, which is why a war has been started to settle the issue, but for now Philip wears the crown," said Edmund de Ath. "Not long after his coronation he was invited to the Inquisition's auto da fe auto da fe in Madrid, and sent his regrets." in Madrid, and sent his regrets."

"The King of Spain failed to turn up for an auto da fe auto da fe!?" Moseh exclaimed.

"It has shaken the Holy Office to its bones. The Inquisitor of Mexico will probe us once or twice more, but beyond that he'll not press his luck. Scoff all you like at the Enlightenment. It is already here, in this very cell, and we shall owe our survival to it."

THE P PRISON OF THE I INQUISITION lay not far from the Mint where, in theory, every ounce of silver that came up out of the mines of Mexico was turned into pieces of eight. In practice, of course, somewhere between half and a quarter of Mexico's treasure was smuggled out of the country before the King could take his fifth, but still the amount that came down into Mexico City sufficed to mint sixteen thousand pieces of eight every day. This was a large enough number to mean almost nothing to Jack. lay not far from the Mint where, in theory, every ounce of silver that came up out of the mines of Mexico was turned into pieces of eight. In practice, of course, somewhere between half and a quarter of Mexico's treasure was smuggled out of the country before the King could take his fifth, but still the amount that came down into Mexico City sufficed to mint sixteen thousand pieces of eight every day. This was a large enough number to mean almost nothing to Jack. A couple of thousand an hour A couple of thousand an hour began to make sense to him. The booming and grinding of heavy silver-carts on the cobblestones beyond the prison walls gave a feeling of the sheer ma.s.s of metal involved. began to make sense to him. The booming and grinding of heavy silver-carts on the cobblestones beyond the prison walls gave a feeling of the sheer ma.s.s of metal involved.

One afternoon he was taking the air in the prison courtyard, letting the sun s.h.i.+ne on some fresh thong-wounds that twined around his body like purple vines. It was a still and sultry day. Mexico City spread for no more than a mile in each direction and so Jack was able to hear something from every quarter: rugs being flapped out of windows; iron wheel-rims on stone pavers; whip-cracks; disputes at the Market; protesting mules, chickens, and swine; aimless chantings of diverse religious orders-the same noises as any city in Christendom, in other words, though the thin bony air of this high valley seemed to make sounds carry farther, and to favor harsh sounds over soft ones. Too, there were certain sounds unique to this country. The chief food was maize and the chief drink was chocolate, and both had to be ground between stones as the first step in their preparation, so any group of human beings in New Spain that was not positively starving to death was attended by a dim gnawing sound.

Jack had tied a strip of cloth over his eyes so that he could lie in the sun comfortably, and had unrolled a straw mat on the stones of the courtyard to even out the b.u.mps somewhat, but except for a few negligible layers of skin, hair, and straw, his skull was in direct contact with the stones. Even if he stopped up his ears with his fingers, blocking out the noises of living things, certain vibrations of a mineral nature were still conducted into his head through that route, and even when no carts happened to be pa.s.sing by, Jack fancied he could sense the omnipresent grumble of those grinding-stones, thousands of granite molars chewing the maize and cacao of this country. Which might be mistaken as the deepest ground-note, the continuo-line of this neverending Ma.s.s that was Mexico City. Except that there was another note even more pervasive. Jack did not hear it for a while, or if he did he could not disentangle it from the city's other noises. But after he had been lying there for some time he went half to sleep and had some strange vision that, if he'd been a Papist, probably would have been accounted a miracle and got him nominated a Saint. The vision was that his body was a body of light, rising up and growing as it rose, as bubbles do when they come up out of a black depth, but that it was bound with thongs of darkness, somewhat as the light of a lanthorn appears to be gibbeted by the straps of iron that clasp it all round. At any rate, something about this sun-intoxicated state of mind, and the general drugged stupor that followed a torture-session, caused the brocade of sounds to unravel itself and come apart into its several threads, yarns, warps, and woofs. And in this way Jack became aware of the sound of the Mint.

Years before, he had seen a coiner at work making thalers in the Ore Range, and so he knew that underneath all of the ceremonies and offices, this Mint must be nothing more than a few men with hammers pounding out the coins one at a time. To make sixteen thousand pieces of eight per diem, they had to have several coiners working at once, each with his own hammer and die. Each hammer-blow was another eight bits given the sacred imprint of the King of Spain and sent out into the world. Sometimes several coiners would bring their hammers down in quick succession and Jack would hear a cluttered barrage of rings, other times there would be anomalous pauses during which Jack phant'sied the whole Spanish Empire was holding its breath, fearing that the silver had run out. But for the most part the coiners worked in a shared rhythm, each taking his turn, and the rings of the hammers came steadily, about as frequently as the beats of Jack's heart. He put his hand to his breast to prove it. Sometimes his heart would beat in perfect synchronization with the coiners' hammers for several beats in a row, and Jack wondered whether this was more true among persons who had been born and raised in this city.

Like a heartbeat, the sound of pieces of eight being born was not normally audible, but if you sat very still you could sense it, pervading the streets of Mexico City as the blood did the body; and Jack already knew that in certain remote places like London, Amsterdam, and Shahjahanabad, you could detect its pulse, just as you could count a man's at a certain place on the wrist, far away from the beating heart.

Jack had never had much use for Spaniards, having always tended to view them as Englishmen gone spectacularly wrong, grapes that had turned to vinegar, a reasonably promising folk who'd been made utterly deranged by being trapped between la France la France and and dar al-Islam dar al-Islam. But lying there in the fist of the Inquisition listening to the grinding of the tortilla-stones and the ringing of the coiners, Jack was forced to admit that they were as vast and queer in their own way as the Egyptians.

Jack would never have accused himself of being a wise man, but he prided himself on cunning. Wisdom or cunning or both told him that he'd best ignore de Ath's ravings about the Enlightenment and keep his attention fixed on nearer and more practical matters. The crypto-Jews who occupied the cells of this prison were an odd lot, but they knew quite a lot about the workings of the Mexican Inquisition-as how could they not not. It was the rule in most Inquisition prisons to keep every prisoner in solitary confinement, for years at a time if need be, in the hope that he or she would finally break down and confess to some heresy that the Inquisitor had not even suspected, or even dreamed of-supposedly whole new categories of Sin had been discovered, or invented, in this way. But the only rule that Diego de Fonseca enforced in his his prison was that the inmates were not supposed to leave, and he'd even bend prison was that the inmates were not supposed to leave, and he'd even bend that that rule for a few hours or a night, if you promised to come back. rule for a few hours or a night, if you promised to come back.

Consequently Jack, while lying in the sun of the courtyard recovering from various torture-sessions, had already had plenty of opportunities to listen to his fellow-inmates holding forth on the dark glories of the Inquisition. At the drop of a hat they'd tell the tale of the auto da fe auto da fe of 1673 or of 1695, how many were burnt and how many merely humiliated. Even allowing for routine exaggeration, there was no avoiding the conclusion that an of 1673 or of 1695, how many were burnt and how many merely humiliated. Even allowing for routine exaggeration, there was no avoiding the conclusion that an auto da fe auto da fe was a colossal event, something that happened only once or twice in an average person's lifetime, and a spectacle that was a colossal event, something that happened only once or twice in an average person's lifetime, and a spectacle that peons peons would travel for days just to witness. would travel for days just to witness.

None of which was exactly comforting-until it was learned, a week or two after the arrival of Edmund de Ath, that the Inquisitor had scheduled an auto da fe auto da fe for two months hence, which put it shortly before Christmas. Obviously such an enormous pageant could not be re-scheduled once a date had been set, and so if the three for two months hence, which put it shortly before Christmas. Obviously such an enormous pageant could not be re-scheduled once a date had been set, and so if the three Minerva Minerva prisoners could only hold out until mid-December they would probably be punished and set free. But in the meantime the Inquisitor had every incentive to break them. prisoners could only hold out until mid-December they would probably be punished and set free. But in the meantime the Inquisitor had every incentive to break them.

A single gifted torturer acting free of bureaucratic restrictions probably could have gotten Jack, Moseh, and Edmund to say anything he wanted them to in a few minutes' work. But Inquisition torture was ponderous and rule-bound. A large staff of doctors, clerks, bailiffs, advocates, and Inquisitors had to be present, and by the looks of things it was no easy task finding openings on so many important men's schedules. Torture-sessions would be arranged a week in advance and then cancelled at the last minute because some important partic.i.p.ant had come down with a fever or even died.