Roger is true to his Comrades
Roger and his guard of Spaniards marched out of the presence of Fernando
Cortes in silence, the eyes of all following, some showing pity, some
admiration of the bravery of the youth who could thus, alone amidst
enemies, face his captor so boldly. As for the generalissimo, his scowl
left him as the doorway and its curtain intervened between him and his
captive, and he turned an inquiring eye upon his comrades.
"Will he yield? And does he know aught of the disc?" he demanded curtly.
"Nothing of the disc, I think," answered a bearded warrior dressed in
his full battle array. "He has an open face, this tall lad, and he
looked straight into your eye as he answered. As for yielding, the pain
of torture might make him speak. But then, who is there here who can say
that he himself would not give a secret if there were those in power
over him able to work their fell will on his poor body? Even strong men
call out under those circumstances, though they do not always tell the
truth. But we would fain treat the lad with gentleness. He is a fine
grown young man, and the English are not our enemies at home."
"Nor is he the leader out here with this wild-goose expedition,"
exclaimed Cortes. "Still, he knows of Mexico, and lives may be saved and
the task made lighter. Between us and an easy success lies his
conscience. It must be salved, and if fear will not cause him to alter
his determination, then we will see what other methods will bring about.
I do not like it, this torture, my friends; but, then, should the many
suffer for this one? Let him be taken to the hanging to-morrow, and we
will see what his frame of mind is when his hour comes. It will be easy
for us to grant a reprieve, and that may cause him to give way."
Meanwhile Roger was marched through the streets of the town of Tlascala,
the captain leading, and the guard about their prisoner. Not a word
passed between them till they arrived at a large building of one story,
placed close to the wall. It had a single door on the side which faced
the street, and through this the party entered. They passed to the far
side of the dwelling, and came to an open courtyard, about which were
set walls of great height.
"This is your prison for to-day," said the captain. "Fall out, the
guard, and retire to the doorway. Now, Señor Roger de Luce, if that is
the correct name, I have a request to make. You speak Spanish?"
"Since I was a boy," answered Roger, with a faint smile.
"And you heard our chatter when we rode into the town? You listened to
our tale?"
"The one which now runs round the town? Yes, I heard it. It meets the
occasion well."
"It would go hard with us if the right story were to be known. Will you
keep silent till after to-morrow? Then----"
He shrugged his shoulders, pulled off his helmet, and ran his rough
sleeve across his perspiring forehead.
"It is only for a little while," he said lamely. "Will you promise?"
"Gladly, on certain conditions. You have a tongue, and can speak. After
to-morrow it can matter nothing to you or any one whether I knew or not.
Will you tell me of my comrades? A bargain is a bargain. My silence for
your news."
Fortunately for Roger the Spaniard had no fine feelings on the matter.
This news concerning the English was common knowledge to all in the
town, and therefore might be safely told to the prisoner. It would be a
cheap price at which to buy his silence.
"I agree," he said. "And you promise?"
"I give my word. Your tale is safe."
"Then the English ship was captured. She is but a puny brigantine, and
our vessels overhauled her in a light wind. A shot hulled her, and a
second brought down a mast. She fell a captive, and the master and crew
are prisoners here. 'Tis said that they would have been hanged long
since were it not for the disc, though what value, save for its gold,
there can be in the thing I cannot say. Still, 'tis whispered that
Fernando Cortes keeps life within their bodies for one purpose, and that
they will dwell in captivity here till the city of Mexico is taken and
the nation is quelled. Then they will die, without doubt; for in coming
to Spain's preserves you and your comrades have courted and earned your
death. That is the tale. You know now what has happened."
"But are they here, in this town?" demanded Roger.
The captain looked suspiciously at him, and pulled thoughtfully at his
beard.
"It can do no harm," he murmured. "The youth is as secure as a bird in a
cage, and there is but till to-morrow. They are here," he said aloud.
"Where?" asked Roger, quietly. "Surely it will not matter if I know."
"I will tell you. I admire your courage, and you are a good fellow to
keep this matter to yourself. They are within this very building. It is
the prison, and on the far side of the wall are the English prisoners."
The Spaniard nodded carelessly to the wall on his right, and turned to
go.
"You have heard," he said, "and I can trust you. Then I will leave.
To-morrow----"
"At six of the clock we shall meet again," answered Roger, coolly.
He stood looking after the Spaniard till the latter had gone, and then
slowly crossed the wide courtyard till he reached the shade beyond,
where he threw himself down at full length. For the first time he had an
opportunity of reflecting upon his position, and its seriousness
impressed him now with all its intensity. He was a captive, with enemies
all about him, and death promised at sunrise on the following morning.
But he could escape that fate if he spoke and told this Fernando Cortes
what had happened in Mexico. It would be so easy to speak about the
lances, the men who had been trained to use them, and the hundreds who
hoped to wield a similar weapon when the siege became an accomplished
fact. Then there were the soldiers with the crossbow. These men could,
with their own bows and arrows, hit an ear of corn when tossed into the
air, and strip it of every grain ere it reached the ground, provided
there were a sufficient number of them. With the new bow they had soon
made excellent practice, as the captain of horse had discovered. Roger
remembered that the dent had caught his eye not a minute before, and had
caused him to feel a sense of pride and pleasure. How easy to whisper a
word of these men, to speak of the defences outside, of the hidden
canoes, and of the men with poles and hooks. And he had known the
Mexicans for so short a time, and--and his life was at stake.
"Pooh! They would hang me later on with my comrades if not to-morrow,"
he exclaimed aloud, rising to his feet and stalking backwards and
forwards as if his thoughts had given him cause for vexation. "And,
besides, friends are friends, and I will not be the one to tell tales
even for such a stake. This Cortes shall find things out for himself,
and discover that an English lad is not so easily frightened."
Having made up his mind on the matter, he gave it scarcely another
thought, though it is not to be wondered at that his impending end
weighed upon his mind. But Roger had been closer to death. He had looked
the scarlet-robed priest in the face, and had seen the glint of the
obsidian blade which he carried. And he had been within a few feet of
the hideous altar on which the sacrifice was laid. Why should he falter
now? Let him think of his comrades, of the brigantine, and of Tamba and
Teotlili.
"They will attempt a rescue," he said to himself. "I am sure of that,
and the fact of their pursuing shows how earnest they are. Tamba will
never rest till I am dead, and then he will become worse than an enemy
to these Spaniards. I shall wait for the night, and shall not give up
hope till the morning dawns. I wish I could reach Sir Thomas and Philip
and old Peter Tamworth. It would be nice to look on his face again."
The thought sent him to the wall, on the far side of which the Spanish
captain had told him that Sir Thomas and his comrades lay, and he
inspected it carefully. It was built of dried mud, and presented a
smooth surface some twenty feet in height. Clearly the task of
clambering to the top was out of the question. And, besides, his guards
would discover the action, and there would be trouble.
"All depends on their posts," said Roger, thoughtfully. "The men who
brought me here seem to have marched away again, and I have seen no one.
I will stroll to the doorway and watch."
He moved slowly across the square, inspecting the walls and the tiled
flooring, till he came to the doorway which gave access to the long
passage-way leading to the street beyond. There was a dark figure
standing in the sunlight, and he bore a javelin of native manufacture
over his shoulder. A second native joined him at that moment, while
within a few minutes Roger caught sight of others. It was clear that the
guard was composed of allies alone, and that they considered the walls
of the square sufficient protection against escape. The doorway was the
only exit, and they filled that, while in the space of ten or more
minutes some hundreds of natives passed along the street.
"They seem to have made up their minds to leave me alone," thought
Roger. "But I should like something to eat. I will call, and ask for
food and water."
He strolled into the passage, and called softly to the sentry, using the
few Aztec words with which he was acquainted.
"Bring me food and drink," he said. "I am hungry, and have been
travelling since early morning."
The sentry turned at once, and bowed respectfully, while he called to a
comrade. The latter soon appeared, bearing some meat and fruit, and a
vessel filled with native wine. He, too, paid his prisoner marked
attention.
"The orders are that you shall have all that you require," he said in
fair Spanish. "Does my lord need anything more? A knife, perhaps, with
which to cut this meat?"
Roger was astounded, and looked at the man closely. A knife! Why, with
that he might effect an escape. But he had hardly had time to express
astonishment when the man's tone suddenly changed, though he was still
polite.
"This is the meal," he said, "and I have orders to supply your wants. I
will return within a few minutes, and see how you are faring."
He placed the dish on the ground in a shady corner, and turned to leave.
Then, for the first time, Roger noticed that the sentry had softly
crept through the passage, and stood at the doorway looking on. He made
way for the attendant to pass, and as the latter slipped by him, Roger
noticed a swift movement of his hand. It went to his lips, and he shot
an expressive glance at the prisoner.
"Strange," thought Roger, as he sat down to his meal, and commenced to
eat, without taking notice of the sentry. "That was a signal. But the
man is dressed in the uniform of these Tlascalan allies of Spain. Can he
be a friend? Can Teotlili have come here already, and set the wheels in
motion which may lead to my rescue?"
It was impossible to answer the question, though a signal had certainly
been given. Roger could scarcely swallow the food owing to excitement,
for now that the merest thought of rescue had come to mind, he realized
the awful position he was in, and the dread fate awaiting him. Spaniards
were reputed to have little mercy, and he had lived in their country,
and knew that the tale was true.
"I will watch the attendant carefully," thought Roger, "and speak to him
if I have an opportunity. I can see the door and some little way into
the passage from here, and by moving a little to one side, I shall be
able to keep an eye on the street beyond, for the sun strikes full into
it, and it is brilliant. Then I can tell whether the sentry is coming or
not. Yes, and I'll take no notice of the attendant, though I will speak
to him."
He ate his meal rapidly, and took a draught of wine. Then he lolled on
his side, and as if unable to obtain complete comfort, moved a few feet
away, till he could see into the street. Then he yawned as the sentry
looked in, stretched his arms, and finally lay down on his face, burying
his head in his arms. But he gradually shifted the position of his head,
and at length lay in such a position that he seemed to be sleeping while
he really kept watch on the door. A little later the attendant entered,
and Roger saw him make the same signal again, and saw also that the
native realized that he was pretending sleep. He crossed the square
leisurely, and when he had arrived at the vessel which contained wine,
he stooped to pick it up. At that moment the sentry happened to glance
in, and Roger saw him laugh as the attendant slipped and fell full
length. He watched for a moment as the man picked himself up, and then
resumed his beat, as if satisfied that the fall was the result of
accident. But his sharp eye had failed to detect a quick movement. As
the man fell, a steel dagger had tumbled from his belt, where it was
hidden beneath his cotton tunic, and an accidental touch of his hand had
sent it close to Roger. Our hero's hand went out slowly as the sentry
turned away, and in a moment the weapon was concealed, while the
attendant was busily engaged in brushing the dust of his fall from his
limbs and clothing.
"You are a friend. What is the news?" demanded Roger, in low tones.
"A rescue to-night, in the far corner. Be ready, my lord."
The man turned to the corner, so as to point it out, and burst into a
roar of laughter, while he rubbed his shins energetically. Roger glanced
at the doorway, and saw the reason for such strange conduct, for the
sentry was there again, and had advanced some little way into the
passage. However, the action of the attendant was so natural that no
suspicion was aroused.
"The clumsy fellow!" said the sentry, with a grunt. "He will break his
head one of these days, and will not get off so lightly. Ah! The giant,
who our enemies say is the long-expected god of air, is angry at being
aroused. I would not encounter his wrath for anything, for doubtless his
powers are great. Did he not go to the foot of the altar, and there
defeat priests and nobles alike?"
It was evident that Roger had adherents even in the enemy's camp, and,
to tell the truth, although these native allies hated the Mexicans
because of the taxes imposed, and because of their overbearing manners
in former years, yet their beliefs were the same, though they did not
perhaps practise the human sacrifice to such an extent. Still, their
deities were common to the Mexicans, and they, too, had looked for the
coming of this mythical god of air. Secretly they thought much of Roger,
and grieved at the thought of his coming execution.
Meanwhile Roger had acted his part with swiftness and discretion. He had
replied to the rude laughter of the attendant with a scowl and with
seemingly angry words, and so well did he play his _rôle_ that the
sentry turned on his heel and marched down the street, to relate the
misfortune which had happened to the attendant. It was, in fact, a
welcome episode in the long and weary duty of acting sentry.
"Who will come?" demanded Roger. "And who are you?"
"My lord Teotlili and a servant. There will be more besides. As for me,
I am a friend to the Spaniards, or was till this last week. Hush! They
have taken my wife and my daughter from me, and I will therefore leave
them. To-night, my lord, and in that corner."
"Wait," said Roger, eagerly, while he curled himself up as if about to
seek sleep once more. "What of the other English prisoners? They must be
rescued."
"Impossible, my lord. The town swarms with natives and with Spaniards.
Escape for you is well-nigh out of the question. For many it is
hopeless."
"Listen," said Roger, sternly, as he buried his head in his arms again,
as if he had done with the man. "These comrades of mine must be rescued.
Bid Teotlili make arrangements to take them also. Say that it is my wish
and my order, and that unless it is carried out I do not take advantage
of their efforts. Now go. I shall be ready to-night when the time comes,
but only if the others are taken also."
It was almost comical to watch the attendant's expression as the words
reached his ear, strange words, too, for who amongst the natives ever
heard of such a proposal? Here was a young man, condemned to die at
sunrise, and he declined to be rescued unless comrades received help
also. It was sheer madness, ingratitude almost to those who were taking
such risks for him, and who well might fall victims themselves. His chin
dropped, his eyes opened to the fullest extent of the lids, and he
stared at Roger spellbound.
"Fool! The sentry will suspect," said our hero, sharply. "You heard the
message and my determination. Then go, and bring me more food later on.
I shall be hungry before the night comes, and a hungry man is weak.
Besides, you may have news."
He shut his eyes as if already asleep, and when the sentry again passed
the doorway he observed the prisoner lying still in the shade, and the
attendant bearing the jar and the remains of the repast away, looking
ruefully at his shins as he came.
"A clumsy fall," remarked the sentry. "In the days of Mexican power a
tumble like that in the presence of so great a man might have led to
trouble."
"It has done so now, comrade," was the answer. "My lord was asleep, and
scolded me. But I am forgiven, though I cannot easily excuse myself.
However, he sleeps again, and will continue to do so. It is a farce
setting a watch over him when there are so many of us about and the
walls are so high."
The sentry evidently cordially approved of this statement, for he
continued his beat, grumbling at the task, at the heat of the sun, and
at the fate which had set him there, pacing aimlessly up and down, when
he might have been in his own house enjoying the society of his wife and
children. As for the attendant, he sauntered along the street, carrying
the jar, till he came to the end of the building, where he turned into a
low doorway. Within he deposited the jar, and then stole softly to the
back of the house. A flight of stone steps led to the roof, where there
was a tower, and he proceeded to clamber to the summit of it. Once on
the roof, he kept in a crouching position, and gradually raised his head
to an aperture in the surrounding wall. There was a tower on another
dwelling some yards away, and a man occupied that also, one of his
comrades by his dress. But he, too, made every effort to keep away from
the observation of those in the street below, and, beyond signalling his
presence to his comrade who had just appeared, made no movement. Five
minutes later, however, when the street was empty, and no one seemed to
be approaching, he put his hands to his mouth, and called softly to his
comrade, his voice easily penetrating to the other tower.
"What fortune?" he demanded in Spanish, and in tones which strangely
resembled those of Tamba. "Is my lord well and unharmed? Speak, for if
he has been hurt I will go at once to do the bidding of Teotlili. I will
seek for this Malinché, and will throw myself on him, and slay him with
my dagger."
His eyes blazed as he said the words, and he rose till the whole of his
head was visible.
"Hush! Be cautious. You will ruin all, and we shall be tortured,"
answered the attendant, fretfully, and with an anxious glance down the
street. "Such an attempt would cause us both to be killed. I will not
help you, and if you threaten to perform such a reckless act I will have
nothing more to do with your party."
"Then you will make friends once more with the Spaniards. You will fawn
upon and lick the hands of these wretches who have taken your wife and
child. Listen, and I will tell you my tale. I am from Cuba, where these
Spaniards came, as they have come to you, with fair promises and with
welcoming smiles. We formed an alliance with them at first, till it was
too late. Then we became their slaves, while our wives and children were
snatched from us. Our miseries were so great that thousands hanged
themselves. That is what you will do. Is it better to risk death now, or
to wait for slavery and for the misery which is certain to follow? Go to
your masters. Tell them that they may have all that you love. We will
find others to help us."
Indignation had roused Tamba thoroughly, while his anxiety for his
master made him more than bitter. But he was a shrewd native, and long
suffering had taught him much. By speaking as he had done he brought
before the Tlascalan the full weight of the injury done him, and revived
his bitterness and hatred. It was a masterly stroke, and at once
converted the half-hearted native to the side of the Mexicans.
"You are right," he said humbly. "I cannot take the hand of these
barbarians again. I will help, even if it be in an attack upon Malinché.
But my lord is not hurt. I have spoken to him, and he will be ready
to-night; but----"
"But what? Is he ill, or did he suffer a wound in the attack yesterday?"
Again Tamba stretched far out of his hiding-place, till the frantic
signal of the native caused him to sink back again.
"He is well--have I not said so?" he called out testily. "But he will
not be rescued unless his comrades are taken. His message to Teotlili
was strict. If you come to-night, he will go only on condition that the
others are taken. Otherwise he will wait and be hanged."
Tamba's dusky face went a pallid hue at the news, and this time he sank
back on his knees as if some one had struck him a blow.
"Not escape unless we can take the others!" he gasped. "It is like my
master. He thinks always of his comrades."
For a little while he was silent. Then he leaned forward again.
"Go to the prisoner as soon as you can," he said, "and say that we will
obey his wishes. An attempt will be made to take all from the prison."
The signal passed again between the two, and they crept from their
perches, no one in the town of Tlascala having observed them. Some three
or four hours later the attendant went again to the prison, and having
bandied a few words with the sentry, entered with a dish of food and
another jar of wine. He found the prisoner still apparently asleep and
disinclined to be disturbed. But Roger was in fact wide awake, and had
been looking for the return of the native.
"Have you news?" he demanded. "Will they follow my orders?"
"To-night all will be rescued if that is possible," was the answer, as
the man set down the dish and the wine. "I have seen Tamba, my lord's
servant, and he has given the promise. To-night all who came to this
country in the ship which was recently taken by the Spaniards shall be
rescued. Let my lord look to the corner. He will find a cool spot there
in which to sleep."
There was a crafty smile on his face as he spoke, and he made the same
signal as formerly. Then having asked if Roger required anything more,
he bowed to him and withdrew.
"The prisoner will give you no trouble to-night," he said to the sentry,
a new one by now, the other having been relieved. "He passes his time in
sleep and in eating. These white men are strange, for the thought of
death at sunrise has few fears for them."
"Not for this tall god of air," was the answer. "A fine man, and fit to
fill an honoured post! 'Tis a pity that he should be slain. But that is
not my business. I am thankful that he is peaceful, for were he to walk
towards me and attempt to escape, I could not stop him. I could not even
cast this javelin at him."
"Have no fear. He is quiet," said the attendant. "You will be
undisturbed."
An hour or two later it began to get dark, and Roger, who had meanwhile
eaten the food and taken the wine, dragged some native mats, supplied
for a bed, into the corner, and there he threw himself down, his
position enabling him to keep a watch on the summit of the wall, where
it cut clear and dark against the sky.
"If they come I shall see them," he said. "I shall wait till after
midnight, and if after that there is no sign of them, I shall try to cut
a ladder in the wall."
There was no use in being despondent, and therefore he lay there droning
to himself, or thinking of his friends in England. Once he heard a step
behind him, a silent stealthy step, and guessing that it was the sentry,
spoke to him without turning his head.
"Why do you creep in?" he asked quietly. "You disturb my slumbers.
Retire at once and leave me."
The man was astounded. He thought that he had made no sound, and it was
uncanny to be addressed by the prisoner when he had not even turned his
head.
He bowed and went away apologizing for his suspicions, leaving Roger to
himself.
"Hist! My lord! Tamba is above."
It wanted yet some three hours to midnight when the words came softly to
our hero's ears, and looking up he saw a dark outline crouching close to
the wall just above his head. Then the tinkle of some metal instrument
was heard, and groping in the darkness his hand came in contact with a
sword. Thoughtful Tamba! He had taken pains at the very first to see
that his master was armed, believing that if the alarm were given he was
capable of escaping unaided. But the rope to which the sword was
attached was a stout one, made of soft cotton, and Roger guessed its
purpose, and grasped it with both hands. The sword he slipped into his
belt, while he placed the blade of the dagger between his teeth.
"Ready above?" he demanded softly. "Then hold on, for I am coming."