CHAPTER VII.

"Didst thou observe, brother henchman," said Lazaro, as, after having

completed his meal, and taken good note of the tethers of the horses, he

threw himself on the ground by the side of Baltasar, as if to imitate

the other members of the party, who were making what preparations they

could for the indulgence of the siesta,--"Didst thou observe, I say, old

sinner, that, this moment, we were like to have made experience of the

virtue of cotton corslets? By my faith, this gentle master mine will not

suffer our hands to be idle, so long as there be savages to curse the

faith, or hidalgos to cross his humours. I am ever bound to the

magnanimous senor commander, that he thought fit to swallow his wrath,

and send me those black-browed vagabonds back to their dinner: for

otherwise, I assure thee, there was much fear of our supping in

purgatory."

"For my part," said Baltasar, raising his head from the saddle, which

served him for a pillow, and looking curiously round on the various

groups, "I am of opinion, there was more discretion than dignity about

that same captain, when he became so moderate of a sudden; for so sure

as he was very foolish to get into a quarrel with the boy Amador, who, I

am free to say, is no way unworthy to be a kinsman and esquire of my

master the knight, so surely would the boy have dinged the feathers off

his gilt casque with the first blow; and how much of his head might have

followed the feathers, is more than I will take upon me to determine."

"Thou art so hungry after war," said Lazaro, "thou canst not perceive

the valour of foregoing an opportunity of battle now and then. Hast thou

never seen a man turn pale from anger, as well as cowardice?"

"Of a truth, I have," said the veteran; "and, provided there be a steady

countenance along with it, this sickly hue is ever a sight to be dreaded

more than the woman's blush, which some men fall into in their anger.

But a coward's mouth is always playing him dog's tricks: I have

sometimes seen the nether lip shake in a brave man; but when the

trembling is all up in the corners, as I have learned to know, after

divers lessons, it is a sign the heart is in a flutter. There are

doubtless certain strings, whereby the heart is fastened to the mouth;

and it is when the corners are writhing about in this cowardly snaky

manner, that the heart is drawn up further than is comfortable; a thing,

as I have no doubt, may have sometimes happened to yourself."

"If it have, may I become a Turk's slave!" said Lazaro, with great

indignation; "and if it do, I hope it may be transformed, at that

moment, from my own mouth to a dog's, to be made a dinner of!"

"Thou art an ass to be in a passion, at any rate," said Baltasar,

coolly, "and a very improbable idiot, to deny, in thy vain-glory, what

has happened to braver men than thyself; and, which I am free to

confess, has sometimes chanced to myself, especially in my youth, when I

first went to fight the Moors; and, I very well remember, that besides

perceiving there was a sort of emptiness under my ribs, on such

occasions, I could feel my heart beating at the back of my throat as

plainly as I ever felt the arrow-heads tapping about my buckler. But it

always went to its place again, when we were come to close quarters."

"May I die of the bastinado, if I ever felt any such thing!" said

Lazaro, proudly. "I was born without any such gaingiving; and the only

uncomfortable feeling I have had, under such circumstances, was a sort

of cold creeping about the stomach, as if it were raining inside of me."

"Or as if there was a cold air brewing in your gizzard!" said Baltasar,

triumphantly. "That is the very same thing,--the emptiness, I was

talking about; and if you never felt the beating in your throat, it was

because your heart was in such a fit of fright as to have no power of

beating left."

"Ay! that may be," said Lazaro, with a grin: "that beating is a business

I keep for my arm, and when that is in service, my heart is ever wise

enough to be quiet. But concerning the captain,--Dost thou really esteem

him a coward?"

"Who knows?" said the veteran. "A man may be once in fear, and

strong-hearted ever after. Yet was there such a working about that

cavalier's mouth, as made me think he longed to strike Don Amador, if he

durst, and which still persuades he has some bitter thoughts about the

matter of the insult: for, as you may remember, Don Amador said he was

more of a hind than a hidalgo, with other such loving remarks as might

stir a man's choler. For this reason, I am of opinion it will be good

service of thee to thy master, to keep thine eyes open while he is

taking his siesta, lest, mayhap, some mischief might come to him

sleeping."

"I am ever bound to your good-natured discretion," said Lazaro, with a

laugh. "I have no doubt it would be more profitable to sit for an hour

or two, watching the sunbeams stealing through the wood, than, for the

same time, to slumber and snore, without any other amusement than an

occasional buffeting of one's nose, to keep the flies off. I will

therefore surrender this agreeable privilege to thyself, as being my

senior and better; while I nap a little, and that so lightly, that if an

emmet do but creep near my master, I shall hear the rustling of his

footsteps. But hark'ee, Baltasar: there is much wit about thee, for an

old man that has endured so many hard knocks; and ever, about once in an

hundred times, I have found thy conjectures to be very reasonable. What

is thy opinion concerning those infidel Moors under the bush yonder? and

by what sort of magic dost thou suppose they have so wrought upon our

commander, that he will neither suffer lance-shaft nor cane-twig to be

laid upon them?"

"Ay, there they are!" said Baltasar, looking towards the father and son.

"The boy lies with his head on Abdalla's knee, and Abdalla covers him

with his skin mantle; and the mantle shakes, as if the boy were sobbing

under it.--It is my opinion, the lad has been used to milder treatment

than he seems likely to meet in these parts, unless Don Amador should

see fit to take him into his own keeping; and it is also my opinion, if

he be so much affected at the sight of a green twig, he will go nigh to

die of terror at the flash of a savage's sword."

"That is an opinion I have, in part, formed for myself," said the junior

coolly: "and one that I think is shared in common with every other

person in this quilted company, that has looked in the manikin's face."

"It is as white," said Baltasar, "as that mountain top we saw from the

caravel; whereas the children of common Moriscos are much the hue of my

own weather-beaten boots."

"The boy was in a most pestilent fright," said Lazaro, "and therefore

somewhat more snowy than was natural; nevertheless, I have seen darker

skins among the damsels of La Mancha."

"And he is, in a manner, well figured and comely," said the veteran.

"If thou hadst said he was such a Ganymede as might hold the wine-cup

and trencher to a princess, I should have thought better of thine

eye-sight. By cross and spear! he has such eyes as I shall be glad to

find in any wench I may be predestined to marry."

"And his hand," said Baltasar, "is as small as a hidalgo's son's. He

hath an amiable countenance, and such gravity in it, when not disturbed,

as belongs to older years; and he ever keeps it bent to the earth, as if

to shun observation."

"Ay; I see what thou art driving at," said Lazaro, significantly. "Thou

thinkest Sidi Abdalla is some infidel prince of Granada--a Zegri or

Abencerrage--"

"I think no such thing," said Baltasar, gruffly. "I have fought, myself,

hand to hand, with a Zegri, while my young lord Gabriel was cleaving the

head of another; to which knightly and majestic infidels the wretch Sidi

bears such resemblance as, in comparison, doth the hedge-hog to a

leopard."

"Thou art of opinion then, doubtless," said Lazaro, "that the boy

Jacinto is some Christian nobleman's son, stolen in his infancy by Sidi,

to be made a sacrifice to the devil?"

"I am no such ass," said Baltasar, "to entertain any such notion."

"A bird's flight by his feather, a beast's rage by his claw, and a man's

thoughts by his tongue," said Lazaro; "but how I am to judge thee, is

more than I know. What a-God's name, dost thou think then of these

Christian heathens?"

"I think nothing at all," said Baltasar, dryly: "I only wonder by what

chance a Morisco boor came to have so tender and so handsome a boy."

"Well, heaven be with thee, old oracle," said Lazaro, laying his head on

his saddle: "If I should resolve thy wonder in my dreams, I will

enlighten thee when I wake."

The veteran gave a look to the horses,--to his master, who, by the

attentions of the captain Salvatierra, had been enabled to enjoy the

luxury of a hammock, slung between two trees,--to the Moor, who sat

watching over his child,--to the Tlameme, who slumbered by their

packs,--to the Spaniards, who slept, as they had eaten, in groups,--to

the few sentinels who stood nodding under the trees,--and then,

dismissing all care, as if satisfied with the security of the motley

encampment, he was not slow to follow the example of his companion.

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