ROGER THE BOLD
_A TALE OF THE CONQUEST OF MEXICO_
BY LT.-COLONEL F. S. BRERETON
Author of "The Dragon of Pekin" "Tom Stapleton, the Boy Scout" &c.
_ILLUSTRATED BY STANLEY L. WOOD_
BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED
LONDON GLASGOW AND BOMBAY
[Illustration: "HE LEAPED UPON THE TOP OF THE BARRICADE"]
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. THE IMAGE OF THE SUN 9
II. OFF TO THE TERRA FIRMA 24
III. ROGER THE LIEUTENANT 41
IV. THE ISLAND OF CUBA 61
V. A VALUABLE CAPTURE 80
VI. A STRANGER COMES ABOARD 102
VII. THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR 121
VIII. A CITY BY THE WATER 139
IX. LED TO THE SACRIFICE 160
X. ROGER AT BAY 179
XI. NEWS OF FERNANDO CORTES 199
XII. THE SPANIARDS LAY AN AMBUSH 218
XIII. A SENTENCE OF DEATH 237
XIV. ROGER IS TRUE TO HIS COMRADES 257
XV. BACK TO MEXICO 274
XVI. THE FIRST ENCOUNTER 294
XVII. A FLEET OF BRIGANTINES 313
XVIII. THE DEFENCE OF THE CAUSEWAYS 330
XIX. ALVAREZ PROBES THE SECRET 347
XX. A RACE FOR THE OCEAN 367
ILLUSTRATIONS
Facing Page
HE LEAPED UPON THE TOP OF THE BARRICADE _Frontispiece_
THE GOLDEN DISK 18
ROGER SENT HIM ROLLING INTO THE UNDERWOOD 88
THE BLADE FELL TRUE ON THE SOLDIER'S HEAD, DROPPING
HIM LIKE A STONE 232
THE REMAINDER WERE QUICKLY IN FULL FLIGHT 288
THE SPANIARD WAS STAGGERED 368
Map of Part of Mexico _in page_ 146
Map showing Mexico City and Surroundings _in page_ 169
ROGER THE BOLD
CHAPTER I
The Image of the Sun
"Hi! Hi! Hi! Your attention, if it please you. Gentles and people, I
pray you lend your assistance to one who is in need of help, but who
seeks not for alms. But little is asked of you, and that can be done in
the space of a minute or more. 'Tis but to decipher a letter attached to
this plaque. 'Tis written in some foreign tongue--in Spanish, I should
venture. A silver groat is offered to the one who will translate."
The speaker, a short, large-nosed man of middle age, had taken his stand
upon an upturned barrel, for otherwise he would have been hidden amongst
the people who thronged that part of the city of London, and would have
found it impossible to attract their attention. But as it was, his head
and shoulders reared themselves above the crowd, and he stood there the
observed of all observers. He was dressed in a manner which suggested a
calling partly attached to the sea and partly to do with the profession
of arms, and if there had been any doubt in the minds of those who
watched him, and listened to his harangue, his language, which was
plentifully mingled with coarse nautical expressions of that day, and
his weather-beaten and rugged features, would have assured them at once
that he at least looked to ships and to the sea for his living. Peter
Tamworth was indeed a sailor, every inch of him, but he had been
schooled to other things, and had learned to use arms at times and in
places where failure to protect himself would have led to dire
consequences.
He was a merry fellow, too, for he laughed and joked with the crowd, his
eyes rolling in a peculiar manner all his own. His nose was large, huge
in fact, and of a colour which seemed to betoken a fondness for carousal
when opportunity occurred. A stubbly beard grew at his chin, while the
upper lip was clean shaven, or had been on the previous Sunday, it being
Peter's custom to indulge in a visit to the barber on that day if it
happened that he was in port. A pair of massive shoulders, into which
the neck seemed to be far sunk, completed an appearance, so far as it
could be seen, which seemed to denote a stout fellow, fond of the good
things to be found in this world, and not lacking in courage and
determination when the time for blows arrived. A little later, when he
leaped from the barrel and appeared in the open, it was seen that a
ragged pair of hose covered massive legs, which were unusually bowed,
and should have belonged to a horseman rather than to one who followed
the calling of the sea.
"Come, my masters," he called out again, holding the plaque above his
head, and drumming upon it with the handle of his dagger till it rang
clearly and sweetly like a silver gong. "Here is the Image of the Sun,
and in gold! Yes, gentles and people, I commend this plaque to your
careful attention. 'Tis solid gold--the gold of the Indies, the gold
with which our Spanish cousins get rich and fatten."
The words were sufficient to call the crowd hovering in that
neighbourhood more closely about him. They came running from the
entrance to London Bridge, where many had been lolling, enjoying the
sunshine, and watching the loading of the ships which lay on the mud
below. They came, too, from the city, along old Watling Street, or from
Lombard Street, from beneath the shadow of St. Paul's, then a fine
building which dominated the city of London. For no fire had then
occurred to destroy it, and no monument stood at the opening of the
bridge to tell future Londoners of the danger that had once threatened
their capital. Indeed, though the streets about were narrow, there were
wide spaces here and there, and trees and green fields were very close
at hand. Country people could be seen in the markets not far away, while
the pavements supported a mixture of peaceful folk, of men at arms, or
friars in their robes, and of seamen from the adjacent river. A negro
could occasionally be seen, for Portugal had imported many to her shores
years before, and some had drifted to England, or were employed on the
ships. Whoever they were, whatever their calling, the tale of gold from
the Indies brought them running to the spot where stood Peter Tamworth.
"Gold from the Spanish possessions across the sea," said one city
merchant to his friend as they listened. "They say that Ferdinand of
Spain rolls in riches, that his chairs are of gold, and that his
clothing is heavy with pearls and other jewels. And this fellow, this
rascal, tells us that he has some of the spoil. 'Tis not so easily
gathered. These Spaniards jealously guard their discovery, for, were it
otherwise, there are many who would take ship and try their own fortune
at discovery."
"Many in high places, too," responded his friend, a wizened little man,
who seemed to take the mention of so much gold as a personal affront.
"Riches, indeed, have these Spaniards, and it would be right and proper
if they could be divided."
"Between ourselves, friend, no doubt," laughed the other. "That is a
course to which I give the warmest approval. And 'tis said that even the
king's majesty would stoop to a portion, for his coffers are reported
low."
"And he bears but little love for Ferdinand and Spain. 'Tis
whispered"--he took his comrade by the sleeve and pulled him closer, so
as to speak into his ear--"'tis whispered, and with some truth, by all
accounts, that his Majesty would fain divorce his queen from Aragon, and
take Anne Boleyn in her place. No doubt, if he would do that, he would
also agree to a division of the Indies. But listen to the rascal. He
pretends that the plaque is gold. Way there for his worship, the most
worthy governor of the honourable company of spectacle-makers."
The pompous little fellow prodded those in front, and urged them to one
side, his comrade, a big, genial-looking man, following with a polite
bow, and muttered thanks as the people gave way; for the London
companies were then at the summit of their power, and a governor was a
personage to be reckoned with.
"Gold, I say! Solid gold of more than eighteen carats!" shouted Peter,
unabashed by the presence of such a crowd. "An image of the sun,
beautifully engraved, as all may see who care to approach, and bearing a
plan, as it seems to me, on the reverse. There, gentles and his worship
the governor, come closer and look. Here are roads carved upon the face
of the plaque, roads and houses, and a space all round, no doubt meant
for open country."
"Or the sea, my fine fellow," said the governor, whose prominent
position in London had given him easy passage to the very foot of the
barrel. "Look for yourself. Here are rocks, and, as I live, these must
be boats."
His observation caused his friend to peer even more closely at the image
which Peter held. He dragged a pair of spectacles from an inner pocket,
and, donning them, stared at the inscription.
"They are boats," he said at length, "and this is the sea--or, rather,
an inland lake. Moreover, I believe that the rascal tells the truth. The
plaque is of gold."
"Then it must be worth a hundred pounds, more or less. There are some
who would give that for it, as a relic from the Indies--if, indeed, it
comes from that part."
"While there are others, my masters, who would not part with it for more
than ten times that amount. 'Tis gold, of a surety," went on Peter.
"Solid gold; and it keeps a golden secret. It tells of a place in the
Indies where are gems and riches. This tablet attached may give the
locality, and a ship with brave hearts aboard her might even hit upon
the spot."
"But you cannot think of that! My friend, the cost of equipping a ship
would be greater than the value of this plaque," exclaimed the governor.
"I could not, worshipful sir; and I do not say that there are those who
contemplate it. Much will fall upon the translation of the writing. A
silver groat is offered to the one who will give us help."
"A silver groat! You are safe in offering the sum," laughed the
governor, "for I warrant that there are not two who speak that foreign
tongue, unless it be the ambassador from Spain. Go, then, to him,
rascal, and learn what he has to say. Mayhap he will give the meaning of
the writing on the parchment attached."
"Mayhap he would do even more, your worship, an it please you," answered
Peter, with a cunning smile, placing a finger against his enormous nose.
"Mayhap he would find a place for Peter Tamworth in the stocks, and hold
the plaque for himself, in the name of the King of Spain. Oh yes,
worshipful sir, it would be wise to go to the ambassador!"
There was a roar of laughter, in which all within hearing joined; for
even in those days, before the advent of Drake and his comrades, a
Spanish treasure ship was a fair mark for any British vessel, a proper
cargo to prey upon. The wealth of the Indies had indeed been heard of,
and the fame of the possessions--Hispaniola and Cuba held by the Crown
of Spain--had spread far and wide. What wonder if the news of gold and
gems attracted every one! In Spain itself, thousands were eager to
venture their all in new voyages of discovery, and very many sailed
annually from her shores, hoping to make their fortunes. But to
foreigners the new possessions were forbidden; and so far no Englishman
had dared to venture to the Spanish main. Perhaps for that very reason
they hailed with all the more delight the news of a captured Spaniard,
and listened to tales of the wealth aboard with wide-open eyes, while
their cupidity was aroused. Here was another tale, and before their
faces was dangled a large plaque, full ten inches across, which had come
from the Indies. No wonder that they were attracted, and stared at Peter
with unwonted interest.
"The stocks would be a friendly place to find yourself in," suddenly
said a man, who hitherto had stood silently looking at the plaque.
"Perhaps, were the ambassador from the court of Ferdinand to see this
gold, and learn from whence it came, a rope would encircle your neck,
friend of the big nose."
Peter Tamworth started and changed colour. He looked closely at the
stranger, and was on the point of answering flippantly, when something
caused him to hold his tongue and doff his ragged cap. For the one who
had spoken bore an air of authority, and, moreover, was dressed in the
height of the fashion. Indeed, he had only just then alighted from a
gilded chair borne between two horses, for he had been passing across
the bridge and had been attracted by the gathering. That he was, in
fact, a person of no ordinary consequence was plainly evident, for the
worshipful governor no sooner set eyes upon him than he dropped on one
knee.
"My lord," he said, "the rascal jests only, and no doubt he is well able
to account to any one for the possession of the plaque. But see it for
yourself, sir. It is of vast interest, and from the little that I know
I should judge has indeed come from the Indies. Back there, good people!
Do not press closely upon his noble lordship."
There was a stir in the crowd and, obedient to the request, they fell
back a little, for the nobleman who had so suddenly appeared was well
known to all. Indeed, he held a high place at the court of his Majesty,
King Henry the Eighth, the reigning monarch. Very soon he was left in a
clear space, so that one could inspect him. He was tall and very fair,
and, as has been said, dressed in the finest clothing. But for all that,
dandy though he undoubtedly was, he bore a martial air, which was
increased by his manner of carrying his sword. He was calm, too, with
the coolness of one who is used to being the centre of large throngs.
"A golden plaque from the Indies," he said, as he took the Image of the
Sun from Peter and rang it with his knuckle. "And I see on one side a
finely graven image which surely represents the sun. On the reverse
there is sketched a plan of some buildings."
"Which appear to be built on bridges, with viaducts running from them,
and water all round, may it please your lordship," interposed the
governor.
"And boats upon the water," added the stranger. "In fact, a city like
this London, only built in still water instead of beside a river. And
surely there is something stranger still at this point."
He placed his finger almost in the centre of the picture graven on the
gold plaque, and held it there while he fumbled in his dress. Then he
drew out a glass, set in a fine gold frame, and held it above the
engraving.
"Birds and beasts," he said solemnly. "Then the people who dwell in this
strange part keep animals for their pleasure, showing that they must be
civilized to some degree. Come, rascal, what tale have you to tell in
connection with this relic? Have no fear, for though I am the Earl of
Essex, and have the king's ear, I am not the one to take spoil from an
honest sailor."
He stood holding the plaque and inspecting it with increasing interest
while Peter changed from one leg to the other, blowing hot and cold, and
wearing a comical look of perplexity not unmingled with fear.
"Your answer?" demanded the earl. "And have no fear. Have I not said
that I will harm you in no way? Nor will I allow any one to take this
plaque from you."
"'Tis not that, noble sir," answered Peter at last, summoning courage to
speak, and doffing his cap again with becoming deference. "But there are
ears within hearing, and tongues wag in this city no doubt as fast as
they do elsewhere. May it please you to come closer that I may speak?"
The earl at once stepped to the foot of the barrel, motioning the
governor and his friend to do the same.
"They shall also listen, if you will permit, my good fellow. For they
are interested, and can be trusted to keep the secret. Now, the tale."
"'Tis short, and soon told, your lordship. I have but just returned upon
a galleon plying between this port and that of the northern isles. We
went by the west coast route, and made our ports in the north without
adventure. But on the return, when entering the channel, we fell in with
a Frenchman--a galleon which sought to capture us. We endeavoured to
sail away, for when you are ready to fight, it is sometimes well to
pretend that you desire to escape. So we crowded canvas upon our yards,
while the master so manoeuvred our craft that we made but little way.
Meanwhile we made ready for the encounter. Soon the Frenchman bore down
upon us, and sought to take us by the board. But we had the wind, and
luffing as she came, we raked her decks with shot from our small cannon.
Then we closed with her, and lashed our rails to hers."
"A fine manoeuvre. Now, with what result?"
"They thought to take us easily, your lordship. But we were upon their
decks and had cut them down while they were still amazed at the turn of
affairs. Then we set to work to search her cargo, finding a few fine
vessels of gold and some feathered clothing which I have never seen
before. It was in the form of cloaks, and all were stitched with pearls
and glittering stones. In all there was no great amount, so that when
divided there was left this plaque alone to my share."
"But how, then, do you argue that it is from the Indies?" demanded the
earl. "I grant that it would appear to have come from some such foreign
part. But you took it from a Frenchman--a legitimate act, seeing that
the king's Majesty is now at war with France, and that this French ship
was the aggressor."
"The tale was told us by one of the prisoners," answered Peter,
recovering his jovial spirits, now that he learned that there was no
trouble to be feared.
"And he said? Come, hurry, my good fellow; I am in haste to be gone."
"That he, with a comrade, had fallen in with a Spanish ship and had
sacked her. She contained little compared with others of which the tales
have reached us; but what there was was destined for the King of Spain.
He said that it was a token sent by some of the king's lieutenants, to
show their Royal master what riches there were in the new countries to
which their good fortune had taken them."
"And a right wealthy country it must be where maps are drawn upon gold
plaques of such a thickness. What do you value the relic at, my good
fellow? If not at too vast a sum I will buy it of you."
The earl turned the plaque over and over in his hands, looking at it
with vast interest, while Peter stared at him in perplexity. For the
offer of money was an alluring bait to this penurious sailor, who seldom
had more than a few pence to jingle in his pocket. But the tale of the
Indies had aroused his cupidity. He had dreamed of gold and gems, and of
a huge fortune easily made since he had become the possessor of the
plaque, and it was the thought of some greater wealth in the future
which caused him to decline the earl's offer.
"I ask pardon for refusing to sell," he said humbly. "But we have not
learned the meaning of the words which are written on the parchment. It
may mean that a clue will be given to more gold, more of those feathered
and jewelled cloaks which we found aboard the Frenchman."
"Then we must search for a Spaniard, though 'twill be hard to find one
in this country at this time, save and except the ambassador, who, I
fear, bears us no great good will."
The earl took one last look at the golden disk, and was about to turn
away, when there was an interruption. Cries were heard from the crowd,
who stood staring at Peter and the gentlemen speaking with him, while a
crossbow man could be seen pushing his way toward the barrel. He was a
huge fellow, standing some six feet four, and his height was increased
by the iron cap which was perched upon his head. More than that, as he
drew nearer it was seen that he was merely a youth--a youth of unusual
size and weight, upon whose jerkin were displayed the familiar arms of
the house of Essex. Fresh-complexioned, and with dark-brown hair, this
youthful crossbow man was a handsome fellow, and carried his many inches
well. But as he neared the earl he halted, took his bow from his
shoulder, and knelt on one knee.
"The tale came to me that an interpreter in the language of Spain was
required, your grace," he said. "I pushed through the crowd to hear more
of what was wanted, and see if I could be of service, for it happens
that I was born in Spain, and speak the tongue as well as my own."
"And perhaps the silver groat was an attraction, my lad. Come, now, I
see you bear my arms, and are therefore in my service. Your name and
age, and how comes it that one born in Spain is of such a height?"
"I am English born, your grace," was the answer, as the young fellow
drew himself proudly to his full height. "There is no trace of Spanish
blood in me, for my father and mother are both of this country. My name
is Roger de Luce, and I have been tall since I was ten years of age. I
am now just eighteen, if it please you."
"A fine-grown lad, who has done well with English feeding. And son, I
have little doubt, to my tried and trusted Raven de Luce, captain of the
crossbow men. How come you to speak this Spanish tongue?"
The earl looked closely at the tall young fellow, noticing his frank and
open features, his unconscious air of determination and breeding, and
the stalwart frame, which belonged to a man of thirty rather than to a
youth of eighteen. Big men were not so often to be met with in those
days, when London harboured only some two hundred thousand, and the earl
secretly congratulated himself upon having such a champion in his ranks.
"Come," he said, "you are no commoner; that I can see with half an eye.
Besides, I know your father to be fit for higher things than captain of
one of my bands. How did you acquire the language?"
"I was born in Spain, your grace, when my father went in the suite of
your uncle to the court of Ferdinand. My mother accompanied him, and we
were there, but for a visit home on two occasions, for eight years in
all. There I learned to speak the tongue as well as our own, and I have
since kept it up with my father, for he thinks that the time may come
when it may be of service to me."
"And to others, thereby winning you reward. Let us hear you translate,
and perhaps this worthy fellow here will let us see his silver groat."
"Willingly. Here it is, Roger, and I may as well tell you now something
of the reason for asking this service of you. Here is a golden plaque,
sent to his Majesty of Spain, so it is said, from his lieutenants, who
are bent on discovery in the Indies. 'Twas captured from a Spanish
galleon by a Frenchman, whom we in turn despoiled. Here is the parchment
attached, and here the silver groat in payment of your services."
All crowded about the tall youth now and listened intently, the earl
showing as much enthusiasm and eagerness as any one. Roger took the
plaque and spread out the roll of parchment attached.
"It was written a year ago," he said, "and this is the translation: 'To
his most Catholic Majesty, King of Spain and of all the Spanish
possessions beyond the sea. The plaque forms part of an offering which
we, your lieutenants in the Indies, humbly send you, praying for your
acceptance. We are about to set out for this city of which report has
reached us. It lies on the Terra Firma to the due west of Cuba, and
somewhat south after making the northern cape of Yucatan. We have it
from the natives that the city is called Mexico, and surpasses anything
ever dreamed of in magnificence and wealth. The peoples who inhabit it
and the cities lying about the lake engraved on the plaque, have
abundance of gold and stones, and their store of treasure is held in the
city of Mexico, in that portion beyond the central square where the
animals are shown. But the part is not named, for these Indians do not
read nor write. They describe all that is seen or that happens by means
of pictures and engravings. But the treasure lies within a small radius,
and shall be ours. We go to conquer for your sacred Majesty, to
colonize, and to bring the holy Catholic faith to these
heathen.--FERNANDO CORTES.'"
"The last?" suddenly exclaimed the earl. "Whose was the signature?"
"Fernando Cortes, governor of the Terra Firma."
"Then there is truth in this plaque," said the earl, showing some trace
of excitement. "I have heard of this valiant Fernando Cortes. He finds
new lands and new treasures for his king every year, it seems. Good
fellow, this plaque would interest his most noble Majesty. Trust it to
my charge, and I will give you a sealed receipt for it. Or better, come
with the relic to Greenwich to-morrow at noon, and bring the plaque with
you. You shall have audience of the king, and this Roger, who has done
us this service, shall be there, too, to meet you and translate. Such
tales as these, when truth is obviously behind them, must be borne to
the king's ears, for it is well that he should hear of these far-off
lands, for mayhap he would care to have a finger in the pie which the
King of Spain is picking. To-morrow, then, at noon, at the door of the
palace at Greenwich."
He beckoned to Roger to follow him, and at once turned to leave, the
young crossbow man elbowing a way for him through the crowd to his chair
or coach. A minute later the earl had entered, and the horses were in
motion, two men being at their heads. Roger fell in behind, his mind
full of the Indies and of the visit planned for the morrow.