THE MARTYRDOM.
The morning of that dreadful day dawned cold and clear. In the east
over the ocean the sky was bright and glorious as though the heavens
were opening. But scan the sea as we might, not a sail appeared and all
hope of thus saving ourselves from imprisonment was gone.
When the company of Arlac had disappeared around the point a league
or so away to the southward, the Admiral arose from where he had been
lying upon the beach by one of the fires and, calling about him those
who would come, knelt down upon the sand and fervently prayed for the
safety of those who had been spared until that day. Then rising he went
down the beach and with La Caille, Bourdelais and myself, entered the
canoe and we were rowed rapidly to the other shore. The Admiral, in
order to keep his part of the compact with De Avilés, carried with him
the royal standard and other flags, his sword, dagger, helmet, buckler
and the official seal given him by Coligny.
Menendez, upon our approach, arose and stood waiting for the Admiral to
speak.
“I have come in behalf of myself and one hundred and fifty persons of
my command to surrender as honorable prisoners of war. I have brought
these standards and my personal arms and seal in token of the good
faith which shall therefore bear equally between us.”
Menendez motioned to one of his officers, who took from the hands of La
Caille and me these things which we had brought.
“Two hundred of your men,” said the Spaniard, “have retreated from
their position and I will wage a war against them with blood and fire.
And you I shall treat as our Lord shall inspire.”
Calling to some of his soldiers, he directed two of them to enter the
canoe and bring over the Frenchmen, who stood waiting upon the opposite
bank. It seemed that they were to come in companies of ten and, as they
arrived, would be made prisoners by an equal number of the Spanish
soldiers and led toward San Augustin.
Then Menendez came again to where we stood at the edge of the bushes.
He was surrounded by a number of his soldiers and he motioned to us to
move behind the sand-hills; this, unsuspecting, we did, out of sight of
the other shore.
Then for the first time I took notice of the face of the Adelantado.
If it were hard and cruel of ordinary, the look it now wore was
like nothing so much as that of a wild beast; his under jaw and lip
projected hideously, but under the brows, in spite of their ferocity,
there was the gleam of intelligence and cunning which made the whole
expression the more sinister and dreadful. He came close to the
Admiral, looking him in the face:--
“Juan Ribao,” he said, “you and all of your company are now in my
power, and I shall do with you--_as God shall give me grace_!”
As God should give him grace! I looked around me at the bearded faces
of the soldiery, who were now closing in upon us, and the menace of
those words,--the very same that he had uttered in his promise of
yesterday,--first dawned upon me with its terrible meaning.
The Admiral looked him in the eyes, still unknowing. “I am ready to go
with you,” he replied calmly.
But two soldiers came up from behind, seizing his arms and then--and
not till then--the scales fell from the eyes of all of us and we saw
that we had been duped,--trapped, by this arch fiend and traitor.
La Caille and I exchanged glances and turning about made one desperate
spring for liberty. La Caille fell full upon the point of a pike and
so died, making not even an outcry. A sword scratched my arm and I
pitched upon the figure of the man who wielded it. The sword flew
from his hand, but his arms closed about me tightly and over and over
we rolled among the bushes, the soldiers dodging about trying to get
their weapons home upon my body, but fearing to hurt their fellow. He
was strong and I weak from lack of food; in a few moments he had me
undermost, while he was striving to draw a poniard. Another man here
fell upon my legs, while still another was running forward with a
partisan.
I gave myself up for lost. Hoping to warn those who had not yet been
conveyed across the channel, I let forth a loud cry. Then my adversary
leaned down on me, clapping his hand across my mouth. I bit into his
finger fiercely and thought the dagger was coming down.
But I saw his face at the same moment that he saw mine; and knew why I
had been so easily overcome, for it was Don Diego de Baçan! I watched
the point of the dagger; but it did not fall. His surprise was so great
that his hand remained suspended in mid-air, and he drew in a quick
breath of fright as though he had seen a phantom. His soldiers, noting
his discomfiture, did not strike, but stood waiting. In a moment a
knowledge of the truth came to him.
Then, perhaps in a spirit of fair play, remembering a time when I had
set him free, he lowered his weapon and bade his men bind and gag me
and set me on my feet.
He stood in front of me holding his sides, alternately laughing and
sucking his bitten finger.
“Well, well, Sir Pirato, the dead hath come to life of a verity. And
this is no miracle but a clear process of reasoning. It would have
grieved me much to see thee die just now, for I have rarely met a man
of such honest thews. It doth me good to see thy face again. Though
by my conscience I have always sworn that I like not a beard upon the
countenance of Englishmen, which to my mind should ever be round and
hairless like the sucklings that they are.”
I listened composedly to his banter, glad of the chance to rid my mind
of the horror which was to come.
“It is a pity, my fledgling cock, that Mademoiselle de la Notte did
not inform me--ah! you start. Yes, yes, she lives--in very excellent
health and would have bidden you farewell, had she known. She will
mourn when you’re dead, Sir Pirato, for she thinks of you with great
kindness.” And so he went on adding one insult to another, veiling them
under this thin coating of humor, so that they might cut the deeper.
But I saw from his surprise and from the manner in which he spoke that
Mademoiselle had told him nothing. He was lying in his throat. If she
were alive she was safe also from him--that I knew. But I trembled
with rage at his manner and innuendos and would have killed him if I
could. I remembered the chance I had upon the _Cristobal_ and felt
accursed for having let such a thing as he continue to live upon the
earth. I saw him go over to the Adelantado and talk earnestly, pointing
toward me as though asking some favor. The Adelantado shook his head in
refusal, but at last wavering, seemed to give assent.
The safety of Mademoiselle was first in my thoughts and made me almost
happy as I stood there, though for myself there seemed little chance
that I should come out of the adventure alive. De Baçan had won, it
seemed. If there were a chance of escape I should not be slow to take
it; but if I were to die I would show no white feather to this Spaniard
whom I hated,--and now hate, even that he is dead, as I think no man
was ever hated before.
My comrades of the _Trinity_ gave no sign of fear, though they felt the
nearness of their doom as keen as I. The Admiral stood erect, his head
high in air. Bourdelais had been pinioned and bound, and stood near his
chief, helpless but determined that no supplication for pity should
escape his lips. My heart went out to the Sieur de la Notte, for he was
white as death and so weak that two soldiers carried him. His livid,
delicate face looked this way and that as though his mind wandered and
were unconscious of it all. I wanted to speak to him one last word--to
tell him that Mademoiselle was alive and might be among the people of
Satouriona; he might have died happy. The pity of it! But I could not,
for my mouth was bandaged tightly and it was impossible for me to make
a sound above a murmur.
At length all the Frenchmen of Ribault had come upon this shore and
stood or lay bound and helpless among the sand-hills. Then Menendez de
Avilés came to Admiral Ribault and said again,
“Is there any one among you who will go to confession?”
Ribault turned his head, closing his eyes and answered calmly,
“I and all here are of the Reformed Faith.”
Then he looked upward as though making one last mute appeal for the
lives of the men whom he had unwittingly led to this martyrdom. His
face shone with a new beauty as he gazed upward, and the heavens smiled
back at him. The brightness, and glory of the day were wonderful, and
that made the contrast the stranger. It even seemed as though the sun,
the sea, the sky and all the wonders of God’s earth and firmament were
sullied and polluted by the touch of these atrocities. There, upon the
lonely sand-spit in the hands of these fanatics, we were forgotten of
God.
Then Ribault raised his voice in a chant which mingled softly with the
roar of the surf and melted into the air like the passing of a soul.
It was the Psalm “_Domine memento mei_” and one by one the Huguenots,
some kneeling, but most standing upright, fearlessly took it up until a
great and holy prayer went up to God. There was something greater than
the things of earth in that grand chorus, and in the faces of these
martyrs was the look which must be borne by those already within the
gates of Paradise.
As I saw Menendez de Avilés and his butchers come forward, closing in,
two men took me from the rear, dragging me behind a sand-hill, throwing
me upon the beach and tightly binding my feet and legs with ropes and
arquebus cords. They fastened my handkerchief over the bandage upon my
mouth to make it the more secure, and passed this closely over my ears
so that now only sight remained to me. But this assisted me little, for
my neck was bound so tight that I could not turn my head. They threw me
face downward upon the sand and so left me.
* * * * *
I lay there I know not how long, expecting each moment to receive the
point of a pike between the shoulders. I have thanked God many times
since then that in those dreadful moments he made me powerless to see
and hear. So great was the agony of mind that more than once I prayed
that all might soon be ended. The sufferings through which I was
passing had made me well-nigh distraught; but it was only a temporary
lunacy like that upon the beach after the wreck. And I have come to
this day, at a ripe age, in full possession of all my faculties. Death
was not yet for me.
In a while there came two of these fiends reeking and drunk with
slaughter; unbinding my feet, they bade me follow on behind their
fellows who had gone before toward San Augustin, carrying their bloody
trophies. The lives of four others beside mine own had been spared;
and we prisoners,--De Brésac, a fifer, a drummer and a trumpeter were
tied together for our better security, and in single line were marched
up the beach. Each looked at the heels of the man in front, fearing to
raise his eyes upon some new barbarity. Toward noon there was a rest
and these butchers fed us upon biscuit and preserved fruits, giving
each a draught of _eau de vie_. It seemed from this that they meant
for the present to save us further physical suffering. The drink set
new life coursing through my veins, and by afternoon I had steeled
my memory in some sort against the things which had been, and had
prepared my spirit against the new and, like enough, more desperate
trials of mind and body which must surely come.
For what else could De Baçan be saving me? Was it for a torture worse
than the death of Ribault, La Notte and those other martyrs, my
companions? What hideous devilry could he be devising? I thought of
his sinister threat upon the _San Cristobal_, and I felt sure he was
preparing to work his worst upon me. But even as I was,--helpless, in
his power,--I had no fear of him; only hatred, which had driven out all
other personal relation. There was no instrument that the Inquisition
had devised which should provoke one groan, and no torture that he
could invent which should wring one tribute to his devilish ingenuity.
So long as Mademoiselle were not there to make my pulses tremble, he
should have no sign. Nay, more,--I would escape. Mademoiselle alive,
let them give me so much as half a hair’s breadth of license and I
vowed that there were not enough Spaniards in all the Flowery Land to
hold me a prisoner. And--why I knew not,--I was as sure she was alive
as though she were there by my side. I would escape back to Europe to
let the King of France and our own Queen Bess of England know what
manner of fiends the King of Spain had let loose, to make a living hell
of this great and good land across the water.
It was right that I should escape. There were none who were with
Ribault when he was betrayed save me, and none who could give the lie
to the tales this Spaniard Menendez would tell to his people and to
the people of France. I determined that if God willed, I would be the
instrument of justice upon them. And if the iron helm of fate were
entrusted to my hands, I would seize it with no light grasp. For the
moment, even the thought of Mademoiselle and all she had suffered and
might still suffer vanished from my mind, and I wished nothing but
vengeance for the murder of my comrades. I knew not until now how dear
they had been to me. _She_ would understand. She would know. They were
of her religion; but like me, she had not the humility to bow meekly
under such a blow. If I could first escape out of their intimate
clutches I knew that I could get to France. There had been many ships
on the Florida coast of late--English ships too--and Admiral Hawkins,
or perhaps even Captain Hooper, might now be in those waters.
And so my mind planned and planned, as I trudged along toward San
Augustin between the serried ranks of my captors. There was no chance
of escape, for arquebusiers to the number of ten brought up the rear,
and De Baçan had given them orders to shoot us in the back did we give
the slightest sign or movement of a nature suspicious. In this fashion
we walked until dark, De Baçan saying no word nor even coming near.
Then we turned sharply through the dunes in-shore to the left, and came
abruptly to the bay within the sand-spit and upon four large barges
which had been brought to convey us across this arm of the sea.
It was not until then that I had a chance for words with Diego de
Baçan. I determined that could I speak with him I would leave no effort
of diplomacy unmade to secure his attention and approval. For this was
no place for pride, and therein lay the way to safety. It so happened
that in the boat his thwart was next to mine. With some display of good
humor he addressed me:--
“Gratitude may not be one of your virtues, Sir Pirato.”
“I find little cause for gratitude, Don de Baçan,” said I.
“Not even that you have your life as a gift from the Adelantado? You
are truly hard to please. Here have I saved you from a long wait in the
bowels of hell, and you pay me with what?--not even a smile of thanks
or welcome.”
“Then it is to you I owe my life?”
“For the present, Señor Killigrew.”
“And why have you spared me?”
“I know not. A whim, perhaps.”
“A happy whim for me.”
“Be not so sure of that, my bantam. I fancied you dead long since, you
see, in spite of the Señorita La Notte. There was something of surprise
that made me spare you the dagger--something of curiosity that made me
beg your life of the Captain General--curiosity to see in what way it
were best to kill men like you who die hard.”
“We can die but once,” I returned doggedly.
“I’m not so sure. You don’t die easy, my master. And you own such fine
tough sinews it were a pity to have you foisted off upon the devil with
such small display of resistance.”
“It is the torture then?” I asked.
“It will be, my friend, as the Adelantado shall decide. I have a fancy
that in a short time thou wilt become a valiant servant of the Church.
I have known a heretic rabid as thyself, turn speedily Christian at the
stake.”
“Fire is a very excellent servant of the devil,” I returned, and so
warmly that I regretted my petulance the moment after.
“Ah, you think I may not bend your spirit! Wait and see. Why, in our
army we have a little soldier so skilful in mechanical toys that he
can set his touch upon each particular nerve in the body, running his
fingers over them as lightly as one would play the lute.”
“It ill becomes a fine, big man like you,” I returned, “a man who
has little fear of aught upon the earth, to trifle with these petty
contrivances.” I thought I would try him upon a new course.
“My muscles, like yours, are good enough for most of the purposes of
this life; but with careful feeding you might best me again. You see,
I acknowledge you. Nay, my bantam, you cannot again touch my vanity. I
fight you no more.”
“You will not fight me in your own camp?” said I, unwilling to drop the
question so easily. “Surely, there will be little danger to yourself.”
“Who spoke of danger?” he said irritably, and then laughing, “Ha! ha! I
fear no danger. Why should I fight you? I can see my soldiers take your
spirit out by slow inches. And I will view the spectacle with great
serenity--in company with a lady of your acquaintance who has been
pleased----”
“You devil!” I cried, unable to restrain myself. “You liar and
blasphemer!” and with a leap I hurled myself against him until he fell
against the gunwale, and we all but went overboard. I striking at him
with my bound hands and elbows. The boat rocked from this side to that,
and we seemed like to capsize. Several men were striking at me with
boat-hooks and oars, and at length they dragged me off and threw me
down in the bottom of the boat.
“As God lives--I will kill you now!” he said fiercely; and rising he
drew his dagger. But he thought better of it before he touched me, for
he thrust the weapon back and sat quietly down on his thwart.
“We will wait,” he said calmly.
Thus ended my diplomacy! What a fool I was; perhaps every chance of
escape was lost. That was all there was of it. They would take us to
the camp at San Augustin and there kill us like dogs.