CHAPTER III.

At the signal of the admiral, an officer made his appearance, received

certain commands, the most agreeable of which to the young cavalier were

those in reference to his own liberation, and then immediately withdrew.

"Thou wilt now see, worthy cousin," said Cavallero, "a man, whom,

although a base Moor and infidel, thou shouldst regard with some sort of

admiration; since, from the reports of those who brought him hither, he

is endowed with a spirit and pugnacity worthy even of a Christian."

While the admiral spoke, the door of the cabin was darkened by the

bodies of several men, who, at his beck, advanced, and stood full in the

view of the neophyte. He perceived in these, besides two or three

officers of the ship, nothing more, with a single exception, than the

rough figures of ordinary sailors. This exception presented itself in

the bronzed visage and wildly attired person of the Moor; and Amador

almost started, when the bright eyes of the pagan rolled from the

admiral to himself in a brief but most penetrating stare. In person, the

Moor was somewhat above the ordinary stature, but his limbs, though

hardy and active enough, were much attenuated. His face was emaciated

and bony, and the long black locks falling wildly over it, gave it an

appearance exceedingly haggard,--a character greatly augmented by the

white eyeballs flashing like stars in its almost Nubian blackness.

Something perhaps was to be allowed for the effect of his uncouth and

savage attire, which was composed almost entirely of skins, seemingly of

dogs or wolves, a portion of which encircled his loins as a tunic, while

the remainder lay, like a cape or short cloak, about his shoulders.

Under this latter garment, however, was a shirt of cotton, stained with

bright colours; and a kerchief of similar material glittered, not so

much like a turban as a fillet round his head. Rude sandals, strapped as

high as the midleg with shreds cut from his cloak, completed the

primitive costume of the barbarian.

"This fellow," said the admiral, turning from him to one who seemed as

chief of the seamen,--"this fellow is then the commander of that Sallee

pirate, you took among the Canaries?"

"Commander or not, I cannot say," said the sailor, with a shrug; "but

chief varlet at the gun, as I am free to maintain; and freer was he at

that same ordnance than was like to be safe for the good snow, _La

Encarnacion_, as her ribs may yet testify. But the knave speaks Spanish;

and if your excellency chooses to ask him, can tell you his rank and

condition."

"No commander--no pirate!" said the Moor, with a voice whose soft and

harmonious accents contrasted strangely with his rude appearance. "No

commander--no pirate," he repeated in good Castilian; "but a poor

Morisco of Fez, voyaging in a harmless trader to the Gibbel-al-Tarik."

"The Gibbel-al-Tarik," said the admiral, dryly, "would have been much

beholden for the new visit of an infidel."

"No commander, no pirate, no infidel!" said the Moor, earnestly; "but a

poor shepherd of Fez, brought to a knowledge of the true faith, and

driven from the home of his fathers for the exercise of it, to the land

of his fathers' enemies."

"Moor," said the admiral, composedly, "there are three reasons why I

should not believe thee: First, because thou _art_ a Moor, and therefore

born to be a liar and deceiver; secondly, because, unless God should

have worked a greater miracle for the good of a besotted heathen than he

often vouchsafes to prayerful Christians, there is no possibility thou

couldst be converted to the faith among the sands of Barbary; and

thirdly, because the fact that thou art skilful in the management of

ordnance, is sufficient proof thou canst not be an ignorant shepherd of

Fez, whose hands are more commonly trained to the spear and arrow, than

to the quoin and linstock."

"He manages them," said the sailor, "as if he had been born with them in

his hands; as I have made proof, sometimes, for my amusement, during the

tedium of the voyage."

"If my lord will listen to me," said the Moor eagerly, though humbly, "I

will make it apparent that I speak nothing but the truth.--My father

drew his first breath among the Almogavars of the desert; his son opened

his eyes among the hills of Granada."

"Ha!" cried the admiral; "thou art then one of the accursed tribe of

mine own land!"

"A Morisco of the Alpujarras," said the Moor, submissively; "whom, in my

very early youth, it pleased my father to have baptized in the holy

faith, as was the command of his most faithful and ever-blessed majesty,

the king Fernando, the conqueror of the kings of Granada. This will

show, my lord, that I speak the words of a Christian. As an Almogavar, I

was born to be a soldier, and so trained to all arms of an Almogavar,

the knife and dart, the spear and axe, the cross-bow and musket, as well

as other weapons of Christians. This will show my lord how it came that

I was found skilful at the cannon."

"Thou speakest like a cunning and most honest man," said the admiral,

gravely; "but all this revelation does not show me how an Almogavar of

Granada became a herdsman of the desert; and, after that, how the

herdsman of the desert was transformed into the gunner of a Sallee

corsair, or, as thou callest her, a harmless trader, on her innocent

voyage to Gibraltar."

"May it please my lord," said the Almogavar, bending for a moment his

troubled eyes on the admiral, as if to resolve himself whether or not

these questions were put to him in mockery, and then casting them

instantly on the floor; "may it please my lord to remember that after

the fall of Granada and the subjugation of the Alpujarras, many Moors,

Christian as well as pagan, preferring rather to lament their miseries

at a distance than in their own enslaved country, chose to accept the

merciful permission of the king, and withdrew from the land altogether.

This did I, my lord's servant and slave. I fled to the country of my

father; and although, there, I suffered many indignities and hardships,

as well as constant peril, as being suspected to be an apostate to the

faith of the land, I had been content to drag out a wearisome life, but

for one grief that was sharper than others."

"I will shrive thee as patiently as thy confessor," said the admiral;

"but while thou art speaking the sharpest of thy calamities, it will be

much proof to me of the sincerity of thy religion, if thou use language

somewhat of the briefest."

"My son," said the Moor, hurriedly, "my son, that was the lamp of my

eye-sight, the perfume of my nostrils, the song and music of my soul,

was in great danger to be led astray, and converted back to infidelity.

To save him from the contagion of heathenism, I resolved to return to

Granada, where, though he might grow up to bondage, he should be free

from the thrall of darkness: it was better he should be a slave than an

infidel. With these thoughts and these hopes in my heart, I embarked in

the Sallee trader; when it was my hard fate to be arrested in my course

by these men of the Canaries."

"Thy course," said the admiral, "was none of the straightest; and how

thou couldst find thy way to Gibraltar by way of the Fortunate Isles, is

much more than my nautical experience can teach me to understand."

"A great storm," said the Moor, with the deepest humility, "drove us

from our course; and it was the will of God that when the tempest

subsided, we should find ourselves beset by two strong ships, which

nothing but the fears and desperation of our captain could have tempted

him to think of resisting. We fought, and were subdued; the lives of my

son and myself were preserved out of the horrors of that combat. The

ships were traders of the Isles, bound to these new lands; they brought

us hither; where there is nothing left us but to claim the privileges of

our faith, acknowledge ourselves the thrall and bondmen of his majesty

the king, and entreat of my lord to send us, when it may suit his good

pleasure, to our homes and our altars in Granada."

The Moor concluded his speech with a degree of eagerness approaching

almost to vehemence. The admiral indifferently rejoined:--

"Thy name is Abdalla----?"

"Abdoul al Sidi," said the Moor, hastily. "When my father gave me up to

be baptized, he called me, in token of his true devotion and humility,

Esclavo de la Cruz; but in my days of darkness I was known as Abdoul al

Sidi, a poor Almogavar, but descended from the ancient lords of Fez."

"Sidi Abdalla, or sir Slave of the Cross, whichever it may please you to

be called," said the admiral, coolly, "in respect to your lordly descent

and most dignified title, which I think no Christian has dared to assume

since the days of the Cid Rodrigo, I will, before determining how far I

can make your fate agreeable to your wishes, condescend to compare your

story with that of the brave sailor, master of the Encarnacion, who

captured you."

"If I am to say any thing," said the master, gruffly, "it will be first

to pronounce this same Abdalla, or Esclavo, as he calls himself, a

hypocrite and knave not to be trusted. It is true there was a great

storm, which might have driven his piratical galley into the

neighbourhood of the Canaries; but that he showed any extraordinary

ardour to escape, as long as my consort was out of sight, is a matter

not to be believed. Trusting to his skill in the management of the great

_mangonneau_, with which the galley was armed, and not doubting to

cripple me with some lucky ball, before I could approach him, he fell to

with right good will; and it was not until my consort joined in the

melee that I was able to lay him aboard. Even then, when our crews were

springing on his decks, and his fellow-pirates had fled in dismay below,

I saw him, this very knave Abdalla, with mine own eyes, lay match to the

last charge which thundered against us; immediately after which, with a

most devilish spirit of desperation, he snatched up his boy, as one

would a kitten, and springing to the opposite side, was in the act of

dashing himself into the sea, when he was brought down by a

pistol-shot."

"I thought they would have murdered my poor Jacinto," said the

Almogavar, in a low voice; "and, in my desperation, desired he should

rather die the easy death of the deep, than be mangled by cruel

daggers."

"There was much fear of that," said the master; "for my sailors had

marked him at the linstock with no great love. In faith, there were some

five or six cutlasses aimed at his prostrate body; but I could not bear

they should slay the boy, who lay on his breast; and therefore I

commanded them to hold."

"Thou art a right worthy and noble heart!" said Amador ardently,

interrupting him; "for there is no reason a brave soldier, even in the

heat of blood, and with a pagan under his foot, should strike at the

life of a boy: and hadst thou done otherwise, I swear to thee, I was so

much moved by the relation, I should have gone nigh to slay thee for thy

barbarity!"

"And besides, senor," said the master complacently, "I was beset with

the idea, that if I preserved his life, and brought him to this land of

Mexico, I might sell him at a good price as an able cannonier; such a

man, as I had good reason to know, being worth the value of a dozen

bloodhounds. And besides," he continued, without regarding the

expression of disgust and contempt which drove the look of benevolence

from the visage of the cavalier, "I had greater reason to applaud my

clemency, when I discovered that the boy Jacinto, besides being a comely

and very dexterous stripling, was so great a master of the Moorish

lute, singing withal in a most agreeable manner, that I was well assured

some noble cavalier among the invaders would not scruple, at any price,

to have him for a page."

"I am a Christian! the boy is a Christian!" cried the Moor, hurriedly;

"and neither of us can be sold to bondage, except at the command of his

most faithful and merciful majesty, the emperor and king; to whose

gracious will and pleasure I desire, with my boy, to be rendered."

"Good Cid," said the admiral, "that is a matter wherein, if his

majesty's will were certainly known, thou shouldst not have to complain

of our negligence; but, under present circumstances, we must make our

own judgment the representative of the royal wisdom, and dispose of thee

in such manner as we may think most conducive to his majesty's interest.

We are resolute thou wilt serve him better by directing the thunders of

his cannon against the heathen hordes of Mexico, than by cultivating his

vines and fig-trees on the hills of Granada. We must send thee to the

commander Narvaez, whom if thou please, he will doubtless advance thee

to the command of a falconet, wherewith thou mayst divert many of thy

Almogavar propensities for battle and bloodshed. As for the boy, it not

appearing to me that the strumming of his strings, or the uplifting of

his voice in ballad and redondilla, are, in any wise, necessary to the

conquest of this barbarous empire, I may be able, if thou insistest upon

that, to send him to Spain."

"I take my lord at his word!" said Abdoul, trembling with eagerness and

anxiety; "let the boy be sent to Spain--to Granada--to either of the

ports Algeciras, Malaga, or Almeria; and he will find some friends

there, to protect his youth and inexperience; while I submit to my

harder fate in Mexico."

"To Almeria?" said Amador quickly. "I have myself some acquaintance with

that town; and it may perhaps advantage thee to make me thy confidant,

if there be any secret friend there thou wouldst send the boy to; or to

take my counsel as to what Christians may be persuaded to show him

kindness."

The Moor regarded Amador for an instant with a disturbed but piercing

eye. His answer was, however, prevented, by the admiral saying,

"Sir Slave of the Cross, (With the consent of my very noble kinsman); to

cut short all needless discussion on this subject, I may as well inform

thee, first, that if thy boy be sent to Spain, it will not be to any

port of thy choosing, but to such an one as may seem most fit to other

persons, and which will most probably be the port of Seville; wherefrom

thou canst better imagine than myself, how thy boy will be helped to

Granada. In the second place, as I deem it but honesty to acquaint thee,

if the youth be taken from this land, he will first be sent to the

excellent senor, the honourable Don Diego Velasquez, governor of Cuba,

to be disposed of by him as may seem most agreeable to his judgment; and

I warn thee, if the lad be an adept at the lute, as is asserted, Don

Diego will find him such employment in twangling to the ladies of our

brave cavaliers, as will leave it uncertain how much sooner than

doomsday he will bethink him to advance the poor youth on his voyage."

"It is enough!" said the Moor with a gloomy countenance. "God is with

us; and it may be better to have the boy among the perils of death than

the seductions of pleasure. Let my boy stay with me, and I am content to

follow my lord's bidding."

He bowed his head upon his breast, and, at the signal of the admiral,

was led away.

"Senor Capitan," continued Cavallero, addressing the master, who still

lingered in the cabin, "I will satisfy thee for the armament thou hast

brought, by acknowledgments, which thou must present to the governor.

What more Moors hast thou brought with thee from the galley, capable of

doing service in these exigencies?"

"The father and son are all," replied the master. "The others, as I told

your excellency, had fled below from the fury of my sailors. To make all

sure, while rummaging about their cabin, we had fastened down the

hatches. We had not picked up many things of value, before there was a

sudden cry that the pirate was sinking. Whether this happened from a

shot she may have received, or because the accursed runagates below had

knocked a hole in her bottom, was more than was ever determined. The

alarm sent us scampering to our own vessel; and in our hurry, as was

natural enough, we forgot the infidels in the hold; so that, when she

went down, which she did as soon as we were well clear of her, her crew

went along with her.--But your excellency has not told me whether I am

to receive pay for Sidi and the boy?"

"I swear to heaven," said the admiral, "thou hast no more heart than

thine anchor! Thou shockest me with the detail of a catastrophe, which,

though affecting the lives of nothing but heathen Moors, is nevertheless

both dreadful and pitiable; and yet thou dost abruptly demand me, 'Shall

I have payment for the two lives I saved?' Thou wilt have payment, if it

please the governor; and not otherwise. Betake thee to thy ship: I will

send thee thy warranties, and the sooner thou leavest with them the

better."

The master departed, and again Amador found himself alone with the

admiral.

"Cousin," said Cavallero, "I am now able to comply with your wishes. I

should have been rejoiced to keep you a prisoner on board the Capitana

for a few days; but I will not invite you, when I perceive you are so

impatient for freedom. Your horses are doubtless at this moment rolling

on the beach; your grooms are with them, either combing the sand from

their manes, or scraping the sea-spots from your armour. A company of

artisans, with a military escort, is on the eve of marching to the camp

of Narvaez. I have given such commands as will secure you the company

and friendly aidance of that escort; in addition to which, I will

immediately send after you a trusty officer with despatches concerning

yourself, to the general, and recommendations to him to assist you in

joining your kinsman, the knight Calavar, without delay. You will easily

reach Zempoala by night-fall. I beseech you to salute the general with

courtesy; and to-morrow you will be in the arms of your leader."

"I am so overjoyed," said the Cavalier, "at the thought of once more

bestriding my poor Fogoso, and exchanging the stupid pitching of a ship

for the bound of his gallop and curvet, that I know not how I can do

otherwise than treat the Biscayan with urbanity."

"A barge is ready to conduct you to the shore," continued the admiral,

leading the young soldier to the side of the vessel. "I pray heaven to

give you a prosperous journey, and to carry you with as much safety as

honour through the weapons of the heathen multitude. Make my devoirs to

his noble valour, the good knight of Rhodes; and say to the senor

Cortes, that though fate has arrayed me against him as an enemy, I

cannot forget the friendship of our past lives. Nay," continued

Cavallero, with emphasis, "tell him, that though it does not become me,

as an officer commissioned by Velasquez, to hold any communications with

him excepting those of simple form and civility, I shall be well pleased

when heaven has removed the obstruction, and left me at liberty to meet

him with full friendship and confidence. This salutation," said the

admiral significantly, "there is no reason thou shouldst impart to

Narvaez; for he is distrustful and suspicious to that degree, that, I do

not doubt, he would torture its harmlessness into a matured treason."

"I will do your bidding," said Amador blithely, "both to the Biscayan,

and the cavalier of Medellin. And now, with a thousand acknowledgments

for your favour and assistance, and as many wishes for your weal and

comfort, I bid you the farewell of a kinsman and true friend."

And so saying, and heartily shaking the hand of his excellency, the

young cavalier sprang into the boat, and was soon wafted to the beach.

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