It was now midnight. Audience after audience, and council after council,
in the great hall of the palace, had shown how rapidly were approaching
to a climax the involved events and schemes, which had for their object
the overthrow of the Indian empire, as well as some that looked to an
end equally dark, though of less public import. The Captain-General had
despatched several audiences entirely of a private nature, and hoped to
be relieved of his toil, while discharging from his presence an
individual already known to the reader as Gaspar of the Red Beard.
Whatever might have been the subject of the conference, its conclusion
was unsatisfactory to both parties; for Olea departed with a visage both
sullen and vindictive, while Cortes strode to and fro, evidently
affected by vexation and anger.
As Olea, who had long since got rid of the 'infidel gait,' which had
drawn a remark from Cortes, and which, doubtless assumed to assist his
disguise, only adhered to him through habit,--as he vanished through the
great door, another character made his appearance, entering by one of
those doors which opened from the garden. It was the senor Camarga; who,
from the friar's habit, again flung over his armour, seemed to have been
engaged, a second time, in his maskings.
"What news, senor? what news hast thou?" demanded Cortes, in a low
voice, making a sign to the visitor to imitate his cautiousness. "Hast
thou gathered aught of my dog Villafana? By my conscience, we are at a
fault; the fox is scared into virtue: Najara hath seen no ill in him,
Guzman avers he hath detected no sign of guilt, and not a spy is there
of all, who does not swear that his fright in the matter of Olin, (that
knave, too, cajoled me!) has reduced him into submission and honesty.
Hast thou found nothing?"
"Nothing to be thought of, perhaps," replied Camarga. "Villafana is
either returned to his allegiance, as your excellency hints, or he is
too deep in distrust, to confer with me any further. He swears, if one
could believe him, that he has thought better of his schemes, and is now
resolved that they were foolish and unjust,--and therefore that he has
ended them."
"He lies, the rogue!" said Cortes; "you have pursued him too
closely.--It was an ill thought to league Najara with him.--These things
have made him suspicious, not penitent. I have taken the hunchback away,
restored Villafana to his prisonward, and, in short, taken all means to
seduce him into security. You will see the cloven foot again, and that
right shortly."
"Perhaps what I have to say will make your excellency believe it is
displayed already. He has admitted one to speak with the prisoner--"
"Hah!" cried Cortes,--"a file of spearsmen!--But no; it matters not.
There is no fear of escape; and this were too aimless an explosion. Know
you the person he has admitted?"
"I do not," said Camarga; "but from the glance of the garment, methought
'twas some such godly brother as myself. And yet 'twas a taller man than
Olmedo."
"By my conscience," said Cortes, quickly, "methinks I can divine the
mystery: but of that anon. Hark thee, friend Camarga, dost thou still
burn for this wretched man's life? I tell thee, there is much
intercession made for him. It was but a moment since that the
Barba-Roxa,--a good soldier, i'faith,--made certain fierce moans for
him, mingled with divers mutinous reproaches. I vow to heaven, I could
have struck the knave dead, but that he saved my life at Xochimilco."
"I have heard that Juan Lerma did the same thing, on the plains of
Tlascala," replied Camarga, dryly.
"Thou art deceived!" exclaimed Don Hernan, with a sudden shudder. "The
attempt, I grant you, the attempt be made; but I needed no help. Yet do
I remember the act; and, by heaven, I would I might forgive him,--I
would I might! I would I might! for the thought of judging him to death,
is like a wolf in my bosom. Once I loved him as my son,--yes, as my very
son," he repeated, with extraordinary agitation; "and when he played
with my little children, I swear, I looked upon him but as their elder
brother. What will men say of the act, since they cannot know the
cause?"
Apparently Camarga looked upon this burst of relenting feeling, (for
such it really was,) with too much dissatisfaction and alarm, to notice
the allusion to a cause differing from any with which he was acquainted.
He exclaimed, hastily, and with a darkening visage,
"If open mutiny and resistance be not excuse enough, have I not spoken
an argument that should steel thy heart for ever? Shall I utter it
again? I swear to thee then, that this miserable creature,
Magdalena,--this wretch that even thou wouldst have made the slave of
thy pleasures, and thereby added upon thy soul a sin never to be
forgiven,--no, never!--is a true NUN,--forsworn, lost, condemned! Wilt
thou refuse to punish the author of a horrible impiety? Would that I had
strangled her, when an infant, though with mine own hand!--Thou talkest
of a wolf in thy bosom; couldst thou feel one fang of the agony, that
this act of horror has planted in mine, thou wouldst deem thyself happy.
Let the wretch die: ask not for further cause; think not of any."
"The cause is, indeed, enough," said Cortes, crossing himself with
dread, "to ensure not death only, but a death at the stake of fire; and
I am not one to think the punishment should be made easy. I could tell
thee a story of the end of broken vows, and the vengeance of God upon
the robber of convents; but it needs not.--Sleep in thy grave, poor
wretch! and be forgotten." He muttered a few words to himself, and then
banishing, with an effort, what seemed a mournful recollection, he
resumed,--"Tell me but one thing, Camarga, and I am satisfied. The cause
is enough, (though this is a crime to be judged by ecclesiastics,) to
ensure the young man's fate; but it is _not_ enough to explain the
rancour of thy hatred. Speak me the truth--Is this unhappy creature
child of thine?"
"Think so, if thou wilt," said Camarga, with a lip ashy and quivering,
"but ask not, ask not now. Give the young man to the block, and commit
the girl into my hands, with the means of leaving this land; then, if
thou hast the courage to listen, thou shalt hear a story that will
freeze thy blood.--Is he not guilty of this thing?"
"Is he not guilty of more?" muttered the Captain-General. "It is enough;
thou hast steeled my heart. I leave him in the hands of the Alcaldes and
De Olid, who have no such faintness of heart as confounds mine. Fare
thee well, senor: I know thee better, and I like thee well. Turn not
thine eye from Villafana."
Thus, mingling the suggestions of a native policy with passions not the
less constitutional, Cortes dismissed his disguised visitant. The
curtain of the great door had scarce concealed the retreating Camarga,
before he heard a footstep behind; and looking round, he beheld the
figure of La Monjonaza steal in from the garden, and cross the
apartment.
"What sayst thou _now_, Magdalena?" he cried, striding up to her, and
viewing with interest a countenance sternly composed, yet bearing the
traces of recent and deep passions. "Thou shouldst have told me of
this.--Yet what sayst thou now?"
"Nothing," replied the maiden, calmly, but with tones deeper than
usual,--"Nothing.--Do thy work."
With these brief and mystic expressions, she passed among the secret
chambers; and the Captain-General, stalking into the garden, until the
chill breezes from the lake had cooled his feverish temples, betook
himself, at last, to his couch, to subdue, in slumber, imaginary
empires, and contend with visionary foes.