"Miserable?" said he, one night in one of these fits."And have Inot a right to be miserable? Why should I not curse the virgin and all the saints, and die? I have not a friend, not a ducat on earth; not even a sword--hell and the furies! It was my all: the only bequest I ever had from my father, and I lived by it and earned by it.Two years ago I had as pretty a sum of gold as cavalier could wish--and now!"--"What is become of it, then? I cannot hear that our men plundered you of any.""Your men? No, senor! What fifty men dared not have done, one woman did! a painted, patched, fucused, periwigged, bolstered, Charybdis, cannibal, Megaera, Lamia! Why did I ever go near that cursed Naples, the common sewer of Europe? whose women, I believe, would be swallowed up by Vesuvius to-morrow, if it were not that Belphegor is afraid of their ****** the pit itself too hot to hold him.Well, sir, she had all of mine and more; and when all was gone in wine and dice, woodcocks' brains and ortolans' tongues, Imet the witch walking with another man.I had a sword and a dagger; I gave him the first (though the dog fought well enough, to give him his due), and her the second; left them lying across each other, and fled for my life,--and here I am! after twenty years of fighting, from the Levant to the Orellana--for I began ere I had a hair on my chin--and this is the end!--No, it is not! I'll have that El Dorado yet! the Adelantado made Berreo, when he gave him his daughter, swear that he would hunt for it, through life and death.--We'll see who finds it first, he or I.He's a bungler;Orsua was a bungler--Pooh! Cortes and Pizarro? we'll see whether there are not as good Castilians as they left still.I can do it, senor.I know a track, a plan; over the Llanos is the road; and I'll be Emperor of Manoa yet--possess the jewels of all the Incas;and gold, gold! Pizarro was a beggar to what I will be!"Conceive, sir, he broke forth during another of these peacock fits, as Amyas and he were riding along the hill-side; "conceive! with forty chosen cavaliers (what need of more?) I present myself before the golden king, trembling amid his myriad guards at the new miracle of the mailed centaurs of the West; and without dismounting, I approach his throne, lift the crucifix which hangs around my neck, and pressing it to my lips, present it for the adoration of the idolater, and give him his alternative; that which Gayferos and the Cid, my ancestors, offered the Soldan and the Moor--baptism or death! He hesitates; perhaps smiles scornfully upon my little band; I answer him by deeds, as Don Ferdinando, my illustrious grandfather, answered Atahuallpa at Peru, in sight of all his court and camp.""With your lance-point, as Gayferos did the Soldan?" asked Amyas, amused.
"No, sir; persuasion first, for the salvation of a soul is at stake.Not with the lance-point, but the spur, sir, thus!"--And striking his heels into his horse's flanks, he darted off at full speed.
"The Spanish traitor!" shouted Yeo."He's going to escape! Shall we shoot, sir? Shall we shoot?""For Heaven's sake, no!" said Amyas, looking somewhat blank, nevertheless, for he much doubted whether the whole was not a ruse on the part of the Spaniard, and he knew how impossible it was for his fifteen stone of flesh to give chase to the Spaniard's twelve.
But he was soon reassured; the Spaniard wheeled round towards him, and began to put the rough hackney through all the paces of the manege with a grace and skill which won applause from the beholders.
"Thus!" he shouted, waving his hand to Amyas, between his curvets and caracoles, "did my illustrious grandfather exhibit to the Paynim emperor the prowess of a Castilian cavalier! Thus!--and thus!--and thus, at last, he dashed up to his very feet, as I to yours, and bespattering that unbaptized visage with his Christian bridle foam, pulled up his charger on his haunches, thus!"And (as was to be expected from a blown Irish garron on a peaty Irish hill-side) down went the hapless hackney on his tail, away went his heels a yard in front of him, and ere Don Guzman could "avoid his selle," horse and man rolled over into neighboring bog-hole.
"After pride comes a fall," quoth Yeo with unmoved visage, as he lugged him out.
"And what would you do with the emperor at last?" asked Amyas when the Don had been scrubbed somewhat clean with a bunch of rushes.
"Kill him, as your grandfather did Atahuallpa?""My grandfather," answered the Spaniard, indignantly, "was one of those who, to their eternal honor, protested to the last against that most cruel and unknightly massacre.He could be terrible to the heathen; but he kept his plighted word, sir, and taught me to keep mine, as you have seen to-day.""I have, senor," said Amyas."You might have given us the slip easily enough just now, and did not.Pardon me, if I have offended you."The Spaniard (who, after all, was cross principally with himself and the "unlucky mare's son," as the old romances have it, which had played him so scurvy a trick) was all smiles again forthwith;and Amyas, as they chatted on, could not help asking him next--"I wonder why you are so frank about your own intentions to an enemy like me, who will surely forestall you if he can.""Sir, a Spaniard needs no concealment, and fears no rivalry.He is the soldier of the Cross, and in it he conquers, like Constantine of old.Not that you English are not very heroes; but you have not, sir, and you cannot have, who have forsworn our Lady and the choir of saints, the same divine protection, the same celestial mission, which enables the Catholic cavalier single-handed to chase a thousand Paynims."And Don Guzman crossed himself devoutly, and muttered half-a-dozen Ave Marias in succession, while Amyas rode silently by his side, utterly puzzled at this strange compound of shrewdness with fanaticism, of perfect high-breeding with a boastfulness which in an Englishman would have been the sure mark of vulgarity.
At last came a letter from Sir Richard Grenville, complimenting Amyas on his success and promotion, bearing a long and courtly message to Don Guzman (whom Grenville had known when he was in the Mediterranean, at the battle of Lepanto), and offering to receive him as his own guest at Bideford, till his ransom should arrive; a proposition which the Spaniard (who of course was getting sufficiently tired of the Irish bogs) could not but gladly accept;and one of Winter's ships, returning to England in the spring of 1581, delivered duly at the quay of Bideford the body of Don Guzman Maria Magdalena.Raleigh, after forming for that summer one of the triumvirate by which Munster was governed after Ormond's departure, at last got his wish and departed for England and the Court; and Amyas was left alone with the snipes and yellow mantles for two more weary years.