CHAPTER IV.

The rapture with which Don Amador de Leste exchanged the confined decks

of the caravel for the boundless sands of Ulua, and these again for the

back of his impatient steed, was fully as great as he had promised

himself. Profound was his joy to find the demon of ennui, which had

beset the cribbed and confined charger as sorely as the cabined master,

flying from his dilated nostrils, and giving place to the mettlesome

ardour which had won him the title of the Fiery. The neigh that he sent

forth was like the welcome of the battle; the fire that flashed in his

eye was bright as the red reflection of a banner; and when he reared up

under his rider, it was as if to paw down the opposition of crouching

spearmen. A few snuffs of the morning breeze, a few bounds over the

sandy hillocks, and the beast that had pined in stupefaction in a narrow

stall on the sea, was converted into an animal fit for the seat of a

warrior.

The cavalier galloped about for a few moments, while his attendants made

their preparations for the journey. Then returning, like a thoughtful

leader, to inquire into their welfare, he beheld them with great

satisfaction, both horse and man, in good condition to commence their

adventurous campaign.

The elder of his followers was a personage of years and gravity; a mass

of grizzled locks fell from under his iron skull-cap, and a shaggy beard

of the same reverend hue ornamented his cheeks and throat. He had seen

long and sharp service, for besides the many scars that marked his

swarthy visage, one of which, from its livid hue, seemed to have been

won in recent combat, a sabre-cut, extending over his left cheek and

brow, had darkened the sinister eye forever. But his frame, though

somewhat short and squat, was robust and even gigantic in proportions;

and the muscles springing under the narrow cuishes, which, together with

a heavy breast-plate, made nearly the whole of his defensive armour, did

not seem less of iron than their covering. He was truly a man-at-arms

worthy to follow at the heels of a valiant cavalier.

The second attendant, though armed with little more care than the

former, had contrived, by the judicious distribution of riband-knots and

sashes about his person, to assume a more gallant appearance: and in

addition, he had the smoother features and gayer looks of youth. Both

were provided with horses strong and not inactive; and both, as Amador

returned, were busily engaged in disposing the mails and accoutrements

of the cavalier about the bulky loins of their animals.

"Hearken, Lazaro, thou varlet, that flingest my mailed shirt over thy

crupper, as if it were a vile horse-cloth," he cried to the younger

follower, "have more care what thou art doing. Give my helmet to

Baltasar, and let him sling it, with my buckler, over his broad

shoulders. I will not entrust thee with such matters; nor, by 'r lady,

with my pistols neither."

"If I may make bold to speak," said Baltasar, bending his eye bluffly,

and with a sort of rude affection on his young lord, "I can advise a way

to dispose of both casque and buckler more agreeably and usefully than

on the back of either Lazaro or myself."

"Thou meanest upon mine own, no doubt," said Amador: "I have ever found

thee fonder of carrying the arms of a dead foeman than of a living

master, though it were the knight Calavar himself."

"That is very true," said the veteran, chuckling grimly at the

compliment disguised in the sarcasm.

"I am never loath to do such duty: because, then, my conscience tells me

I am bearing arms which can no longer be of use to their owner."

"And thou desirest now to intimate, that, if I were arrayed in my

harness, I might put it to some use?"

"Quien sabe? who knows?" said Baltasar, looking around him with an

earnest eye. "We are now in a strange land, possessed by barbarians, who

are good at spear and bow, and fonder of fighting from an ambuscado than

on an open field; and with no true companions that I can see, to look

that they be not lurking among yonder woodlands, some of which, I take

it for granted, we have to pass. I should grieve sorely to see an arrow,

even in a boy's hand, aimed at your honour's present hauberk of cloth

and velvet."

"Well, thy wisdom will not perish for want of utterance," said Amador;

"and, in very truth, I must own, it has sometimes stood me in good

stead. I will therefore relieve thee of thy burthen, and Lazaro shall

hang it to my own shoulders."

He descended, and the linked surcoat soon invested his person.

"I will also presume to recommend your honour to have these snapdragons

hung to your saddle-bow," said Baltasar, extending the rude and

ponderous pistols,--weapons then scarcely creeping into notice, but

within twenty years, not uncommon in the hands of horsemen; "for if it

should come to pass, that some cut-throat pagan should discharge a

missile at us from the bushes, it will doubtless afford your honour much

satisfaction to shoot him dead on the spot; a punishment that would not

be so certain with the weapons in my own hands, or in Lazaro's. And

before I could bring my cross-bow from my back, it is possible the knave

might have another opportunity to do us mischief."

"In this matter also," said Amador good-humouredly, "I will follow thy

instructions. But, I give thee warning, there is something in the

feeling of my hauberk under this raging sun, that admonishes me how soon

my brain would seethe, as in a stew-pan, under the cover of a steel

helmet. Wherefore I will have thee carry that in thine own hands, until,

from the change of atmosphere, or the appearance of an enemy, I may see

fit to alter my resolution."

"I have ever found," said Baltasar, with the pertinacity of age, and,

perhaps, of a favourite, "that, under a broiling sun, a well-polished

casque of metal is something cooler than a cloth cap; a fact, the reason

for which I do not myself understand, and which I should esteem too

marvellous for belief, had I not oft-times put it to the proof."

"There is even much truth in what thou art saying," quoth the cavalier,

"and I have perhaps philosophy enough to explain the marvel to thee, but

that I know philosophy is not much to thy liking. There must be a cold

head, however, under the bright cap; otherwise, and with a brain as

inflammable as my own, I am very well convinced that bright steel would

be just as ignitible as dull iron." And so saying, he again bestrode the

champing Fogoso.

"It must be as your honour says," muttered the man-at-arms. "But, as we

are all as well prepared now to begin our journey as we will be

to-morrow, I would fain know of your favour whither lies our path, or

where lags the jackanapes that is to guide us? I heard some talk in the

caravel of a great troop of horse and foot, that was to accompany us;

but unless it may have been the herd of vagabonds, who, a full hour

since, took up their march along the sands, I know not where to look for

them among these few tinkers and sailors that are strolling yonder among

the huts of bamboo."

"I have much reliance on the friendship and courtesy of my cousin, the

admiral," said Amador hastily; "but I must confess, that, saving the

appearance of yonder bridled horse, (which may be in waiting for the

officer he told me of,) it looks very much, now, as if he had left me to

mine own guidance. Nay, I wrong the worthy senor," he cried quickly, as

turning with some doubt and indignation towards the ship, he beheld a

boat leave her, and approach the shore with all the speed of oars; "the

guide he promised me is, without doubt, in that barge; and the bridled

horse, which, as I can perceive even at this distance, is none of the

bravest, is the beast whereon he will keep us company."

As Amador conjectured, the boat contained his promised companion, who

instantly sprang upon the beach and on the caparisoned animal, and in a

few moments was at the side of the cavalier. He was young and handsome,

an adult in stature, but scarcely a man in deportment, for as he removed

his cap to make the obeisance of an inferior, there was a strong

tincture of confusion and trepidation in his countenance. This was

perhaps owing, in part, to a consciousness of having merited a reprimand

for over-delay, and in part also to his suddenly finding himself

confronted with so warlike a personage as the neophyte. Amador of the

caravel was a different person from Amador armed and mounted; and,

indeed, as he sat on his noble bay, mailed and sworded, and with two

goodly armsmen at his back, he was such a martial figure as might have

moved an older messenger to reverence.

"Senor caballero," said the youth, with a stammering voice, "my master

and patron, the admiral, has appointed me, his secretary, to be your

guide to the Indian city Zempoala; and I have to beg your pardon, if,

waiting for the letters wherewith it was his excellency's will to charge

me, and to make some needful preparation of my own, I have detained your

favour somewhat longer than was agreeable."

"I am ever bound to thank his excellency," said Amador; "and as I well

suppose, your own preparations had some weighty relation to the business

you have in charge, I will not take it upon me to express any

dissatisfaction with your delay."

"In truth," said the secretary, ingenuously, "I was loath to depart

without such armour about me as should beseem the attendant of a true

cavalier; in the fitting of which I fell into some perplexity, as not

finding a corselet that did not, in some manner, incommode my ribs; and

besides, the sabres were all so unwieldy and rough about the hilts, I

was in some despair I should never find one to my liking."

"Senor secretario," said Amador, with a smile of good-humoured contempt,

surveying the youth, and observing the cuirass chosen with no discretion

and donned without skill, "I am of opinion, that in the company of

myself and my attendants, you will find no occasion for such troublesome

apparel; and it is my advice, grounded on your admission of inexperience

in such matters, that, should we, on our march, be beset by any enemies,

you take post instantly behind my veteran Baltasar, whose broad breast

will stand you in greater stead than your ill-chosen cuirass, and whose

arm will do you better service than the sabre in your own hands."

"Senor," said the youth, colouring, "I am no soldier nor cavalier; I

have ever had my breast more bruised by the scribe's table than the

weight of a breast-plate, and my fingers have heretofore known more of

the goose-quill than the sword. Nevertheless I am both willing and

desirous to be placed where the knowledge of weapons may be obtained,

and to encounter such risks as are the helpers to knowledge. It was from

no lack of beseeching on mine own part, that his excellency has

heretofore denied me permission to try my fate among the cavaliers

ashore; nor should I have hoped that pleasure so early, but that I found

his excellency was bent to do you honour, by making a confidential

servant your attendant, and was therefore easily persuaded to give me

the opportunity I have so long coveted, of looking a little into the

strange sights of this marvellous land."

"I am to understand then," said Amador gravely, "that his excellency,

the admiral, has entrusted the charge of guiding me to Zempoala to an

individual who has never before put foot on the wilderness that divides

us from it?"

"It is true, senor," said the secretary, "that I have never been to

Zempoala. But I hope your favour will not doubt me for that reason, nor

take offence at the admiral. I am enjoined to conduct you to the

reinforcement that set out an hour ago. Its tracks are plain enough

along the beach; and as it is composed principally of footmen, there is

no doubt we will overtake it before another hour has elapsed. I am

confident I can lead your favour without difficulty to the party; among

which are guides well acquainted with the country."

"Let us set out then, in heaven's name," said the cavalier: "the day is

wasting apace; the sun climbs high in the vault; and the sooner we are

sheltered from its fury among some of yonder distant forests, the better

will it be for us. St. John be our guide, and the Holy Virgin favour

us.--Amen! Let us depart."

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