CHAPTER LVII.

At midnight, the Mexican spy, looking over the broken wall, beheld in

the court-yard which it environed, a scene of singular devotion;--or

rather he caught with his ears--for the grave was not blacker than that

midnight--the smothered accents of supplication. The Christians were

upon their knees, listening, with a silence broken only by the fretful

champing of steeds, and the suppressed moans of wounded men, to a

prayer, pronounced in a whispering voice, wherein the father Olmedo

implored of Heaven to regard them in pity, to stupify the senses of

their enemies, and surround his servants with the shields of mercy, so

that, this night, they might walk out of the city which was their

prison-house, and from the island which had been their charnel,

oppressed no more by the weight of His anger.

The prostrate soldiers, to that moment, full of confident hope, and not

anticipating the danger of any opposition, hearkened with solicitude to

the humble and earnest supplication; and when the padre besought the

deity to endow their arms with strength, and their hearts with courage,

to sustain the toils, and perhaps the perils, of retreat, they were

struck with a vague but racking fear. The petition which was meant to

embolden, deprived them of hope; and they rose from their vain

devotions, in unexpected horror.

The gloom that invested the ruinous palace, prevailed equally over the

pagan city. No torch shone from the casements or house-tops, no taper

flickered in the streets; and the urns of fire on the neighbouring

pyramid, the only light visible,--save, now and then, a ghastly gleam of

lightning bursting up from the south,--burned with a dull and sickened

glare, as if neglected by their watchers. A silence, in character with

the obscurity, reigned over the slumbering city; and when, at last, the

steps of those who bore the ponderous bridge, and the creaking of

artillery wheels, were-heard ringing and rolling over the square, the

sounds smote on the hearts of all like the tolling of distant funeral

bells.

The plan of retreat, determined after anxious deliberation, and

carefully made known to all, was adopted with readiness, as these

footsteps and this rolling sound of wheels,--the only signals

made,--were heard; each man knew his place, and, without delay, assumed

it. In little more than half an hour, the whole train of invaders,

Christian principals and Tlascalan abettors, was in motion, creeping,

with the slow and stealthy pace of malefactors, over the street that led

to the dike of Tacuba. Few glances were sent back to the palace, as

those dim sheets of lightning, flashing up over the path they were

pursuing, revealed obscurely, ever and anon, its broken and deserted

turrets. Its gloomy pile associated nothing but the memory of disaster

and grief. Fearful looks, however were cast upon the dusky fabrics on

either side of the street, as if the fugitives apprehended that each

creak of a wheel, each clattering of horses' hoofs, or the rattling of

armour, might draw the infidel from his slumbers; and many an ear was

directed anxiously towards the van, in fear lest the trumpet should, at

last, be sounded, with the signal of enemies already drawn up, a

thousand deep, on the path they were treading. But no sounds were heard,

save those which denoted the continued progress of their own bands; no

wakeful barbarian was seen lurking in the streets; and hope again slowly

returned to the bosoms of the tremblers.

Before they had yet reached the borders of the island, the night became

still more dark than at their outset; for the lightning grew fainter at

each flash, and finally sank beneath the horizon, to continue its lurid

gambols among the depths of the South Sea. This was witnessed with

secret satisfaction; for, with these treacherous scintillations,

departed the dread that many felt, lest they should betray the march of

the army.

It has been mentioned, that the people of Tenochtitlan had not only

covered the surface of the island with their dwellings, but had extended

them, on foundations of piles, into the lake, wherever the shallowness

of the water permitted. This was especially the case in the

neighbourhood of the great dikes; in which places, not only single

houses, but entire blocks, deserving the name of suburbs, were

constructed. Such a suburb jutted out, for some distance, along the

causeway of Tacuba.

The van of the army had already passed beyond the furthest of these

black and silent structures, and yet no just cause existed to suppose

the retreat had been discovered; though many men of sharper ears or

fainter hearts than their fellows, had averred that they could, at

times, distinguish, on the rear, a dull sound, as of men moving behind

them in heavy masses. The wiser, however, were satisfied, that no such

sounds could prevail even over the subdued noise of their own

footsteps; but some of these bent their ears anxiously towards the

front, as if afraid of danger in that quarter. The reason of this was

not concealed. All day, sounds of lamentation had been heard coming from

the dike, upon which they were now marching, or from its neighbourhood.

It was rumoured, that the cemetery of the Mexican kings lay on the hill

of Chapoltepec, under the huge and melancholy cypresses, which

overshadow that green promontory; and that there, this day, Montezuma

had been laid among his ancestors. A whole people had gone forth to

lament him; and how many of the mourners might be now returning by the

causeway, was a question which disturbed the reflections of all.

But this apprehension was dispelled, when the front of the army had

reached the first of the three ditches which intersected the dike of

Tacuba. Its bridge was removed and gone, and the deep water lay

tranquilly in the chasm. The foe, relying on this simple precaution, had

left the dike to its solitude; and the expedient for continuing the

imprisonment of the Spaniards, was the warrant of their security.

A little breeze, dashing occasionally drops of rain, began to puff along

the lake, as the bridge-bearers deposited their burden over the abyss.

This was not the labour of a moment; the heavy artillery, which still

preceded the train of discomfited slayers, like a troop of jackals in

the path of other destroyers, required that the ponderous frame should

be adjusted with the greatest care. While the carriers, assisted by a

body of Tlascalans, who slipped into the ditch and swam to the opposite

side, were busy with their work, the long train of fugitives behind,

halted, and remained silent with expectation. The rumbling of the wood

over the flags of the causeway, the suppressed murmurs of the labourers,

and, now and then, the dropping of some stone loosened by their feet,

into the ditch,--added to the sighs of the breeze, whispering faintly

over casque and spear,--were the only sounds that broke the dismal quiet

of the scene; and there was something in these, as well as in the

occurrence itself, which caused many to think of the characteristics of

a funeral;--the mute and solemn expectation of the lookers-on,--the

smothered expressions of the few,--and the occasional rattle of clods,

dropping, by accident, upon the coffin.

The bridge was, at last, fixed, and the loud clang of hoofs was heard,

as Cortes, himself, made trial of its strength. The breath of those

behind, came more freely, when these sounds reached their ears; and they

waited impatiently till the advance of those who preceded them, should

give motion to their own ranks.

The post of Don Amador de Leste had been assigned, at his own demand, in

the vanguard,--which was a force consisting of twenty horsemen, two

hundred foot, and ten times that number of Tlascalan warriors, commanded

by Sandoval, the valiant; and, up to this moment, he had ridden at that

leader's side, without much thought of unhealed wounds and feebleness,

willing, and fully prepared, to divide the danger and the honour of any

difficulty, which might be presented. But being now convinced, by the

sign we have mentioned,--that is to say, the removal of the original

bridge,--that no enemies lay in wait on the causeway, he descended from

the back of Fogoso, giving the rein to Lazaro, and commanding him to

proceed onward with the party. In this, he was, perhaps, not so much

governed by a desire to escape the tedium of riding in company with the

ever taciturn Sandoval, as to be nearer to the forlorn boy, Jacinto, who

had, until this moment, trudged along at his side. Some little curiosity

to witness the passage of the rout of fugitives, had also its influence;

for, taking the page by the hand, he led him to the edge of the bridge,

where he could observe every thing without inconvenience, and without

obstructing the course of others.

The dike of Tacuba was, like that of Iztapalapan, of stone, and so

broad, that ten horsemen could easily ride on it abreast. Its base was

broad, shelving, and rugged, and the summit was, perhaps, six feet above

the surface of the water.

The thunder of the twenty horsemen, as they rode over the bridge,

interrupted the consolation which the neophyte was about to give to

Jacinto; who, hanging closely to his patron's arm, yet looked back

towards the city, with many sobs for his exiled father. In the gloomy

obscurity of the hour, the cavaliers of the van, as they passed, seemed

rather like spectres than men;--in an instant of time, they were hidden

from sight among the thick shadows in front. Not less phantom-like

appeared the two hundred foot, stealing over the chasm, and vanishing

like those who had preceded them. Then came the two thousand Tlascalans,

their broken and drooping plumes rustling over their dusky backs, as

they strode onwards, with steps quickened, but almost noiseless.

After these, came the cannon,--eighteen pieces of different sizes,

dragged by rows of pagans, commanded by the gunners. The bridge groaned

under their weight; and a murmur of joy crept over the compacted

multitude behind, when they had counted them, one by one, rumbling over

the sonorous wood, and knew that the last had crossed in safety.

Much time was necessarily occupied in the passage of these cumbrous

instruments; and an interval of several minutes was allowed to intervene

betwixt the passage of each, while the cannoniers were looking to the

condition of the bridge and the ropes.

It was on these occasions, that the greatest quiet prevailed; for, then,

even breath was hushed in suspense; and it was on these occasions also,

that the ears of the neophyte were struck by a sound, which had not,

perhaps, at that time, attracted the attention of any other person. The

breeze, which occasionally whispered on his cheek, was so light, as

scarcely to disturb the serenity of the lake; and yet, it appeared to

him, notwithstanding all this, that, in these moments of calm, he could

plainly distinguish, upon either hand, and at a little distance, the

rippling of water, as if agitated by a moderate wind. He strained his

eyes, endeavouring to pierce the gloom, and unravel the cause of this

singular commotion,--but wholly in vain. The circle of vision was

circumscribed into the narrowest bounds; and wo betide the infidel, who,

fishing in the lake, that night, should fall from his canoe in slumber,

and be parted from it but twenty feet, in his confusion.--The cavalier

looked up to the heavens; but the few drops discharged from their stony

vault, pattered with a sound almost inaudible upon the water. While he

was yet wondering, he heard the voice of one passing him, say to a

comrade,--

"Art thou not wroth, Iago, man, to give up yonder rich town to the

kites, and this fair water to the ducks of Mexico?"

This trivial question gave, at once, a new colour to his thoughts, for

he remembered what millions of wild fowl brooded every night on the

lakes; and, almost ashamed that he should have yielded a moment to the

suggestions of fear, he turned, once more, to watch the progress of the

army.

The centre division consisted of but an hundred Christian footmen, and

half a score cavaliers; but two thousand Tlascalans were added to it,

and it was commanded by Cortes in person; who, having ridden across the

bridge, as has been said, to prove its strength, now waited for the

coming of his party, beyond the breach. Along with this division, were

conducted the prisoners, and the king's spoil,--the latter being carried

on the backs of wounded steeds, unfit for other service, as well as on

the shoulders of Tlameme. The prisoners, comprising all the family of

Montezuma, whom evil fortune had thrown into the hands of Don Hernan,

were environed by the hereditary foes of their race, but protected from

any secret stroke of malice, by three or four cavaliers who rode with

them.

Among these few horsemen, the neophyte perceived one, across whose

saddle-bow there sat what seemed a female, enveloped in thick mantles.

In this cavalier, he thought, by the murmur of the voice with which he

addressed his muffled companion, that he detected his friend, the senor

De Morla.

"Is it thou, Francisco, my brother?" he whispered, inclining towards the

cavalier; "and hast thou Benita thus under thy protection?"

"I thank heaven, yes!" replied De Morla. "But what doest thou on foot,

and so far removed from the van? Has Fogoso cast thee again? I prythee,

walk thou by me a little.--Dost thou remember thy promise?"

"Surely, I do: but speak not of it now; for, this moment, my heart is

very heavy, and I cannot think with pleasure of a contest with Christian

man. I will presently follow thee."

"Speak me not what I have told thee to mortal man, for the sake of her

whom I hold in my arms, and who already owes thee a life. To-morrow," he

continued, exultingly, as he passed,--"to-morrow we shall tread upon the

lake side; and, then, God be with him who strikes for the honour and

innocence of woman!"

"Art _thou_ there too, Lorenzo?" said the novice, perceiving the

secretary riding at the heels of the young cavalier of Cuenza, and

burthened in like manner with the freight of affection. "Guard thy

princess well, and have great care of the bridge, and the rough edge of

the dike; for thy horsemanship is not yet so perfect as De Morla's, nor

can thy charger at all compare with the chestnut gelding. Ride on with

care, and God be thy speed!"

The centre of the army was, at last, over the bridge. The neophyte cast

his eye to the black mass of the rear-guard, which contained the greater

part of the troops, both Christian and allied, commanded by Velasquez de

Leon and the Tonatiuh; the latter of whom, to show his affection for the

island of which he had been, as he said, a king, and to prove his

contempt for his late subjects, chose to ride the very last man in the

army; while De Leon conducted the front of the division. The latter,

stern, decided, and self-willed in all cases, deferred, for a moment, to

give the signal to march, in order that the centre might be well cleared

of the bridge; but more, perhaps, from a natural love of tyranny, to

torture with delay the spirits of his impatient followers.

In this moment of quiet, the sounds, which Don Amador had forgotten,

were repeated with more distinctness than at first; but still they were

of so vague a character, that he could not be certain they were produced

by any cause more important than the diving and flapping of water-fowl.

Nevertheless, feeling a little uneasiness, he clasped the hand of

Jacinto tighter in his own, and strode with him over the bridge. He

paused again, when he had crossed, and was about to give his whole

attention to the mysterious sounds; when, suddenly, he was amazed and

startled by the spectre of a man, rising up as from the lake, and

springing on the causeway close by his side.

He drew his sword, demanding quickly, but with perturbation,--

"Who and what art thou, that comest thus from the depths of the waters?"

"Tetragrammaton! peace!--Dost thou not hear?"

"Hear what, sir conjurer? Hast thou been listening likewise to the wild

fowl. By my troth, I thought thou wert a spirit!"

"Wild fowl!" muttered Botello, with a horse-laugh. "Such wild fowl as

eat carrion, and flap the water like crocodiles.--Hah! dost thou not

hear? Lay thine ear upon the causeway at the water's edge--But thou hast

not time. Get thee to thy horse, and delay not; and if thou seest

Cortes, or any other discreet cavalier, bid him draw and be ready. I

said, that some should escape, but not _all_!--God be with thee! follow

quickly, and sheath not thy sword."

"Surely, this time, thou art mad, Botello! Here are no foes."

But the remonstrance of the cavalier was cut short by the instant flight

of the magician; and ere the words were out of his mouth, a horseman,

crossing the bridge, and riding up to him, said sternly,--

"Who art thou, Sir Knave and Sir Witless! that babblest thus aloud, in

time of peril, contrary to----"

"I am thy very good friend, senor De Leon," said the novice, abruptly;

"and, waiving any difficulty which might spring from the heat of thy

words, if duly considered, I think fit to assure thee, that I have but

just parted from the necromancer, Botello; by whom I am advised to bid

thee, as well as all other discreet officers whom I may see, to draw

sword, and remain in readiness for a foe; there being certain sounds on

the water, which, in his opinion, are ominous of evil. For myself, I bid

God guard thee, meaning, in person, to join the van, as soon as

possible."

The cavaliers parted,--De Leon riding back to his party, without

uttering a word; and Don Amador, with the page, stepping forwards so

fleetly, as soon to find himself among the Tlascalans of the centre.

Through these he made his way, ever and anon casting his eye to the

lake, and looking for the tokens of a foe, but without perceiving

anything at all unusual. He gained the midst of this band of allies,

reached the side of his friend, and laid his hand on De Morla's arm. A

low wailing voice came from the folds of the garments, which veiled the

countenance of Minnapotzin; and some strong agitation shook the frame of

his friend.

"Think not of love _now_, my brother!" cried the neophyte, hurriedly;

"but be warned that thou art in danger, and Minnapotzin with thee. It is

thought, that enemies are at hand."

Having thus spoken, and without waiting for an answer, Don Amador, still

urging Jacinto along, endeavoured to make his way through the dense

bodies of Tlascalans, which separated him from Don Hernan. He reached

their front, he stepped upon the little space left between them and the

general, and placed his eyes upon Cortes. But before he had yet spoken,

it seemed as if the whole moving mass of the army had been converted

into marble, on the causeway; for instantly, as if with one consent, the

train came to a dead halt, and a cry, low, but breathed from the hearts

of men struck with mortal dread, rose from the van to the rear, in one

universal groan.

The cavalier turned where all eyes were turned, and beheld a sudden

pyramid of fire, like one of the many gushes of flame he had already

seen in this volcanic land, save that the blaze was steadier, shoot up,

from a vast height in the air, over the distant city, and plunge its

sanguine point against the heavens; while, at the same moment, its lurid

mass, reflected and reversed on the lake, darted over the water to his

feet, in a path of blood,--as if Mexitli, the Terrible God, had, at

last, roused from slumber, and couched his gigantic spear against the

slayers of his children. The blaze illumined the lake far round, and,

shining on the casques of cavaliers and the plumes of Tlascalans,

disclosed the whole line of the army, stretched along the calzada. In an

instant more, the neophyte, petrified with awe, perceived that this

mighty bale-fire was kindled on the top of the great temple; and, in the

strong and glaring line, which it struck out upon the water, there was

revealed a mass of living objects, floating, like birds, upon the

element, yet speckled with the human colours of Mexico. At the same

moment, and while his eye yet wavered between the flaming pillar and the

moving objects on the water, there came from the pyramid a sound, heard

once before, and never more to be forgotten. The horn of the gods was

winded;--the doleful and dismal note came booming with hideous uproar

over the waters; and before the hills had caught up its echoes, the

whole lake, right and left, in front and on the rear, rang, roared, and

trembled, under the yells of an hundred thousand infidels.

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