CHAPTER XLIX.

Gloom and fear still beset the garrison at the palace of Axajacatl; and

the mutiny of soldiers, and fierce feuds among the cavaliers, were added

to other circumstances of distress. Those ancient veterans, who had

followed Don Hernan, from the first day of invasion, and who had shared

with him so many privations and perils, were, in general, still true to

their oaths of obedience, and preserved through all trials, an apparent,

if not a real composure of spirit, as well as a firm reliance on the

wisdom of their leader. But the followers of Narvaez, uninured to

combat, and but lately acquainted with suffering--their sanguine

expectations of conquest without danger, and of wealth without labour,

changed to a mere hope of disgraceful escape, and that hope, as they all

felt, founded, not in reason, but imagination,--turned their murmurs

into the most bitter execrations, and these again into menaces. The

officers, too, rendered peevish by discontent, and reckoning each the

discomfiture of his neighbour as the evidence of feebleness or fear,

spoke to one another with sarcasms, and even sometimes to Don Hernan

himself with disrespect. The self-command of the general, however, never

deserted him; he rebuked insult with tranquil indignation, and so far

prevailed over his fiery subordinates, as to compose most of their

quarrels, without suffering them to be submitted to the ordeal of

honour. One feud had arisen, nevertheless, which his skill could not

allay; and all that he could effect by remonstrance, and even

supplication, was an agreement of the parties to postpone its final

arbitrement, until such time as the providence of heaven should conduct

them afar from Tenochtitlan. The wrath engendered in the bosom of the

Tonatiuh, by the angry reproaches of De Morla, after their return from

the battle of the Manta, had been inflamed by a new circumstance, which,

though of a trivial nature, the pride of Alvarado and the resentment of

his opponent had converted into an affair of importance.

There was among the many kinswomen of Montezuma, who shared his

captivity, (for the policy of the general had reduced nearly all the

royal blood to bonds,) a certain young maiden, a daughter of the lord of

Colhuacan, and therefore a niece of the king; who, in the general

partition which the nobler of the cavaliers had, in prospective, made of

the Indian princesses, had fallen to the lot of Alvarado. In those days

of legitimacy, there was some degree of divinity allowed to hedge the

person of even a barbaric monarch; and happy was the hidalgo, who, by

obtaining a royal maid for his wife, could rank himself, in imaginary

dignity, with the princes of Christendom. At the present moment, the

companions of Cortes had rather made their selections, than endeavoured

to commend themselves to the favour of their mistresses;--dropping,

thereby, so much of their reverence for royalty, as not to suppose the

existence of any will, or opposition, in the objects of their desire.

The Dona Engracia, (her native title has entirely escaped the

historians,) was, therefore, beloved by Don Pedro; but, not having been

made acquainted with the hidalgo's flame, she stooped, at the first

promptings of affection, to a destiny less brilliant and lofty. Her

heart melted at the handsome visage of the young Fabueno; and the

secretary, flattered by the love of so noble a maiden, and emboldened by

his success in arms, did not scruple to become the rival of the

Tonatiuh. The rage of Don Pedro would have chastised, in blood, the

presumption of such a competitor; but De Morla, remembering the novice,

did not hesitate, for his sake, to befriend his servant; and, when he

avowed himself the champion of Lorenzo, he dreamed that he was about to

avenge the fall of his brother-in-arms.

The result of this opposition to the humours of Alvarado, was a quarrel,

so fierce and unappeasable, that, as has been said, all which the

general could effect, was a postponement of conflict; and when Don Pedro

surrendered the princess to her plebeian lover, it was with the

assurance, that, as soon as the army had left the city and lake, he

should reckon her ransom out of the life-blood of his companion.

The discovery of the unfaithfulness of his betrothed, (for, in this

light did the cavaliers regard the captive princesses,) had been made

the preceding evening; and the angry contest of the cavaliers, and the

arrangements for combat, occurred at the moment while Don Amador was

lamenting the backwardness of his friends to support him, when he became

a captive.

To allay the heart-burnings of his officers, who had arrayed themselves,

according to their friendships, on either side, the general caused his

trumpets to sound, and bade all to prepare for an expedition of peril.

He had, all along, eyed the great pyramid, frowning over his fortress,

with peculiar anxiety. This was caused, in part, by his consciousness of

the advantage it would give his enemies, as soon as they should dare to

profane its sanctity, by making it the theatre of conflict. This very

morning, it was made apparent, by the presence of many barbarians

thronging up its sides, and by an occasional arrow or stone discharged

from its top, that the Mexicans were aware of its usefulness. In

addition to this cause for attempting to gain possession of it, the

leader was moved by a vague hope, that, once master of the holiest of

temples, he might obtain the same advantages, through the superstition

of his foes, which he had lately possessed, in the person of Montezuma,

through their reverence for the king. He meditated an assault, and

resolved to attempt it, before the pyramid should be covered with

Mexicans.

The strength of the army, both horse and foot, was straightway displayed

upon the square; and the war-worn Christians once more marched against

the triumphing infidel.

The knight of Calavar, sitting on his sable steed, with an air of more

life than was ordinary, appeared in this band; and the three

serving-men, with the secretary, followed at his back.

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