Chapter 12: The Fugitives.

At nightfall Roger and his guide continued their journey, but now

moved with great caution, keeping but a short distance from the

road. Several times they saw fires burning, and had to take long

detours to avoid them. Consequently the moon had set when they were

still more than ten miles from the pass. Next morning they

continued their journey, avoiding as much as possible crossing

tracts of cultivated land; and when forced to do so, lying down and

crawling between the rows of the maize or yuccas.

"They are sure to have scouts, high up on the mountainside,"

Bathalda said; "and they thence can look down upon all these

fields; and although, as we cross them we are perfectly hidden from

people standing on the same level, they can see us clearly enough

from there."

"The distance is very great to make out a man."

"The air is very clear, my lord, in these mountains; and a figure

can be seen a vast distance off. However, we can do nothing but

what we are doing, and must take our chance."

"If we are attacked," Roger said, "we must make straight up the

mountains. Steep as they may be, there are few places where active

men cannot climb, and numbers would avail nothing if we once got up

among those heights."

They were now mounting rapidly towards the pass. The country was

still thickly wooded, but Bathalda said that in the narrowest part

of the pass there were no trees, and it was here that the danger

would be greatest.

As they neared the mouth of the gorge they moved with the greatest

care, keeping their eyes in every direction. Presently Bathalda

stopped, and held up his hand. Roger listened.

"They are coming behind us," Bathalda said. "They must have made us

out in the distance, and have sent a party down the road to enter

the wood behind us, and so prevent us from retreating."

"Then we had better bear away to the left, Bathalda. They are sure

to be in force in the pass; and since they are behind us, also, our

only hope is to try and scale the hill to the left."

Bathalda, without a word, moved forward in the direction indicated.

The trees grew thinner in front, and through them they could see

rocky ground rising steeply up. They issued out and began to climb,

when the sound of a horn rose loudly in the air, and a moment

afterwards a number of men were seen, running from the right along

the edge of the trees.

"They will not shoot," Roger said. "They want to take me alive.

Never mind their arrows, it is a question of legs, at present."

The rocks were extremely steep, and in many places they had to use

their hands, as well as their feet, in making the ascent. The

Aztecs, who had on first seeing them broken into loud cries, were

now silent, and were toiling up the hillside in pursuit.

"Now," Roger said, after a very severe piece of climbing, "we must

stop them."

He strung his bow and, placing an arrow to the string, shouted to

the Aztecs that he should shoot unless they desisted from pursuit.

They paid no attention, their officer shouting to them to press on.

They were now less than a hundred yards behind.

Roger drew his bow to the fullest, and the arrow whizzed through

the air. It struck the officer in the throat, and he fell prone. A

cry of astonishment broke from the soldiers; however they did not

hesitate a moment, but pushed on with loud shouts. Roger discharged

six arrows in rapid succession, and five of them flew true to the

mark.

The Aztecs paused, the distance to which the arrows were sent, and

the accuracy of the shooting struck them with consternation; and it

was evident to them that before they could climb the steep ascent,

the greater portion of them would be shot down. Some took shelter

behind rocks, and began to discharge their arrows. Others fell back

in haste.

"Now we will be moving on again, Bathalda," Roger said. "We have

taught them a lesson of caution."

They proceeded on their way, until they reached a shoulder which

led straight up the mountain. Just as they stopped to draw breath

there was a shout, and a party of twenty men, who had evidently

climbed straight up from the pass to cut them off, rushed at them.

Roger rapidly discharged five arrows into the midst of them, and

then slipped the string from the notch, and seized the bamboo as a

quarterstaff.

At the order of their leader, the Aztecs threw down their spears

and flung themselves on him, with the intention of dragging him to

the ground; but making his quarterstaff swing round his head, he

brought the ends down upon them with tremendous force, striking

them to the ground as if they had been ninepins. Bathalda seconded

him well, by guarding him from attack behind.

Finding that, in spite of his efforts, he could not keep back his

assailants, Roger threw down the quarterstaff and seized his ax.

Four more of them fell, cleft through the head; and then four of

them sprang upon him together, but Roger's practice in Devonshire

wrestling now stood him in good service; and although in a moment

the four were hanging upon him, they could neither get him off his

legs, nor hold his arms; and he beat three of them down with heavy

blows on their faces, while Bathalda freed him from one on his

back, by a thrust with his spear.

Roger again caught up the ax, which he had let fall to have the use

of both of his fists, but the fight was over. The five Aztecs still

remaining on their feet, appalled at the, to them, supernatural

strength of their gigantic foe, fled to join their comrades, who

had now nearly reached the crest on which the combat had taken

place.

"Come on, Bathalda," Roger exclaimed. "We have not a moment to

lose. They will shoot now, seeing that they have little chance of

taking me alive."

And they accordingly started up the steep ascent, as rapidly as

their breathless condition would allow. Their pursuers paused a

moment on gaining the brow to get their wind, and then followed;

but as soon as the ground again became too steep to allow of rapid

movement, Roger turned and, betaking himself to his bow and arrows,

speedily checked the pursuit; the Aztecs being unable to stand

against these terrible weapons, whose force and accuracy seemed to

them supernatural.

The sight, too, of the heap of their comrades lying on the slope

had greatly cooled their courage. Their officers had all fallen

under Roger's arrows, together with most of their bravest comrades;

and although the rest still continued the pursuit, it was at a

distance that showed that they had no intention, whatever, of

closing again.

Paying no further heed to them, Roger and his companion now

directed their whole attention to the work of climbing. At times

they came on perpendicular precipices, and had to make long detours

to surmount them. After some hours' labor they reached the snow.

They were now near a shoulder between two lofty peaks, and after an

hour's climbing stood on its crest. The Aztecs were now mere spots,

far behind them.

"They will be an hour before they are here," Roger said. "We need

fear no more trouble with them. It was a sharp fight while it

lasted, Bathalda."

These were the first words they had spoken, beyond a momentary

consultation, now and then, as to the best mode of surmounting

difficulties.

"My lord is wonderful," the hunter said. "Never did I see such

strength and skill. It was like a mountain tiger attacked by

jackals."

"You did your share, too, Bathalda. Your spear rid me of several of

them."

"I did what I could, my lord; but that was little enough. A few men

like you would defeat an army."

"Well, Bathalda, now we will be moving on again. We will keep

straight down this slope, until we are off the snow; for they can

follow our footsteps. Beyond that we must press on until we get

into the woods again, and there we can turn right or left, as we

please, and throw them off the scent altogether. We shall then be

safe until we leave the forest, and begin to descend into the hot

country."

Another hour, and they had left the snow behind them; and after two

more hours on the rocky hillside, they again entered a forest. As

soon as they were well among the trees, they turned to the right

again, and after traveling through the wood for two or three miles

they halted, secure now against any search on the part of their

pursuers.

Just before halting they had the good luck to come across a small

bear, which Roger wounded with an arrow, and his companion

dispatched with his spear. Bathalda speedily made a fire by rubbing

two sticks together, and after skinning the bear, cut it up; and

while Roger was superintending the roasting of some pieces over the

fire, Bathalda searched in the wood, and speedily returned with

some roots, which he placed in the ashes, and which turned out

excellent eating with the bear's flesh.

As it was now far on in the afternoon, and as they had already

performed a very fatiguing day's work, they resolved to wait where

they were until the morning.

"What do you think would be our best course, now?" Roger asked,

after they had eaten their meal, and were stretched close to the

fire for warmth--for at this elevation the cold was great.

Bathalda did not reply, but sat pouring out volumes of smoke from

the pipe he had just filled. At last Roger repeated the question.

"I am ready to go where my lord wills."

"Yes, Bathalda; but that is no answer to my question. You know the

ways of your people, and I do not. We have had a sharp fight with

them today. What is likely to come of it?"

Bathalda shook his head.

"The news will, long before this, have been sent by swift runners

to every town and village on this slope of the mountains. The

garrisons of Perote, Tlatlanquitepec, Xalapa, and Naulinco will all

be in movement. Naulinco is but some eight or ten miles away down

the pass; and not only the soldiers, but every man in the town will

be ordered out. They will be posted as thick as blades of grass at

the mouth of every valley leading down from the mountains.

"You have resisted the emperor's officers, and have killed numbers

of his soldiers. They will know that the wrath of Montezuma will be

terrible, if they fail to arrest you."

"Then you think that it will almost be impossible to make our way

through them?"

Bathalda nodded his head.

"And in time, I suppose, they will search these woods?"

"Every foot of them, wide though they are, my lord."

"Then what is your advice, Bathalda?"

"It depends whether my lord's mind is altogether set upon joining

the white men of the sea, at once."

Roger, in turn, was silent for a time. The Spaniards would have

learned the wealth of the land. It was not likely they would

speedily depart; but if they did, it would only be to return again,

in far greater force than at present. Other opportunities would

occur for rejoining them, and it would be folly to throw away his

life, and that of his companion, in an attempt that the latter

evidently felt to be desperate. He had already had proof of the

vigilance of the Aztec scouts, and doubtless that vigilance would

now be redoubled.

"No, Bathalda," he replied at last; "I should be content to remain

in hiding for a time, and to risk the departure of the white men."

"Then, my lord, my advice is, that we retrace our steps across to

the other side of the mountains. Then we will head north, avoiding

the towns, and take refuge for a time in the forests, that stretch

for many leagues over the mountains. There we can build a hut and

hunt. There are turkeys and other game in abundance. From time to

time I can go down to a town and gather news, and bring back such

things as may be necessary for you. Then, when the search for you

abates, we can strike down thence to the seacoast, if the white men

are still there. At any rate, we can live by hunting as long as you

may find it necessary to remain in concealment."

"That will be by far the best plan, Bathalda. I have no objection

to a few weeks of life in the woods, and you can teach me your

craft of a hunter. What do you say: shall we start back this

evening?"

"If my lord is not too wearied, it would be well if we could get

across the crest before morning. They will have sentries at every

point whence they can command a view of the hills; and our figures

could be made out, on the snow, at a great distance away."

"I should have preferred a night's rest, Bathalda; but it would be

foolish to lose a day, and no doubt parties will be searching the

woods in the morning. We have still four hours before the sun goes

down, and that should be enough to fit us for starting again."

The hunter was pleased at Roger's decision.

"Let my lord sleep at once," he said. "I will watch. I am

accustomed to long journeys, and to pass my nights in search of

game. It is nothing to me. I used dry sticks for the fire, and but

little smoke will have made its way through the trees. Still it may

possibly be noticed, and it were best one of us should remain on

watch."

Roger felt that he should never be able to make the ascent over the

crest of the hill, unless he had some rest; and therefore, without

argument, he wrapped himself in his cotton mantle, and lay down

before the fire.

It seemed to him that he had but just closed his eyes, when his

companion touched him.

"It is time that we should be moving, my lord. The sun has just

set."

"Why, it appears to me to be night already, Bathalda."

"It has been dark here for the last hour, my lord; but on the other

side of the mountains the sun has but now gone down. See, the full

moon has just risen in the east."

"That is so, Bathalda; and we shall have her light till morning.

Well, I am ready, though I could have slept on comfortably until

sunrise. Have you heard anything?"

"I have heard the sound of horns, far down the hillside; but

nothing near us save animals, disturbed by the voices below, and

passing up towards the rocks. I have cooked some more flesh. It is

always best to make a good meal when one can. We have a rough

journey before us, and the cold will be great. Fortunately, the air

is still. Were it blowing, I should say that there was less danger

in waiting here than in crossing the mountain."

The meal was quickly eaten. Bathalda slung a large piece of bear's

flesh over his shoulder, and they started. So bright was the

moonlight that they had no more difficulty in climbing than if it

had been day, and after six hours of severe toil they again came

down upon the forest, on the other side of the mountains.

They proceeded among the trees for some little distance, till they

came to some very thick undergrowth, where Bathalda thought it

would be perfectly safe to light a fire. This he accordingly did,

as Roger said he would rather run any danger than go without a

fire.

In spite of the exertions they had made, they were chilled to the

bone. Their clothes were stiff with the frozen moisture from their

bodies, and the cotton mantles offered but small protection against

the cold. A pleasant glow stole over them, as the fire burnt up.

"I will watch now, Bathalda, and you shall sleep."

"I do not think that there is any danger, my lord. They believe us

among the woods on the other side of the mountains, and it is not

at all likely there will be any vigilant watch kept upon this side.

We can both sleep without fear."

Roger was glad to hear his companion's opinion, and in a few

minutes was fast asleep.

When he awoke it was day. Bathalda was cooking some flesh over the

embers of the fire.

"You have been asleep, I hope, Bathalda?" Roger said, as he rose to

his feet and shook himself.

"I have slept, my lord," the hunter said, although in fact it was

not until morning began to break that he had relaxed his

watchfulness. "We will be off as soon as we have eaten. It is

possible that parties may, as soon as it is daybreak, go along by

the edge of the snow line, to assure themselves that we are still

on the other side of the mountain; and if so, they will probably

come across our footsteps--therefore we had best be moving, at

once."

Two long days' marches took them deep into the woods lying north of

Tlatlanquitepec. Here they set to work to construct a rough hut of

boughs, near a mountain spring; and when this was completed, they

set to work hunting.

Turkeys abounded. These they generally obtained by shooting them at

night, as they roosted in the trees; but they sometimes hunted them

by day, Bathalda imitating their call so accurately that they came

up within easy shot of them, without the least suspicion of danger.

They killed several small bears, which were useful, not only for

their flesh, but for the warmth of their skins at night. Once or

twice they shot deer, and obtained other game in abundance.

At night they frequently heard the roar of the mountain tiger. Once

or twice, when the sounds approached too close to their hut, they

left it and took refuge in trees, as the hunter said that even

Roger's arrows would scarcely slay these fierce beasts at once; and

that, when wounded, they were terrible enemies.

Roger enjoyed the life much. The air was fresh and bracing, the

forest magnificent in its varied foliage, and the abundance of game

so great that it needed no special exertion to keep themselves well

supplied with food. Two or three times, at intervals of a week or

ten days, Bathalda went down to Tlatlanquitepec, with a load of

turkeys and other game slung on a pole over his shoulder, and

returned with maize, flour, chocolate, and pulque, and other

articles of food; and--which was of much greater importance to

Roger--news of the white strangers.

The first time he learned that they had arrived in several floating

castles, and had landed at once. The natives had received them with

kindness, and the chief of that district, Teuhtlile, had on the

following day had an interview with their chief. Presents had been

exchanged. Five days later an embassy, with many very rich gifts

from the emperor, arrived at the camp. They were the bearers of

friendly messages from Montezuma; who, however, had declined to

allow them to proceed into the country, and had requested them to

leave the coast at once. The white men had sent back a message to

Montezuma praying him to alter his determination, and showed no

signs of obeying his orders, and re-embarking on board their ships.

By the orders of Montezuma's envoys, the people had now abstained

from visiting the camp, or bringing in supplies.

Three weeks after, Bathalda returned from the town with the news

that another embassy from Montezuma had visited the white camp,

with another great store of valuable presents; but that Montezuma

positively prohibited them advancing towards the capital. Two days

later they were visited by envoys from Cempoalla, the chief town of

the Totonacs, who had been lately conquered by the Aztecs, and had

invited the white men to visit their city. They had accordingly

marched there, and were now dwelling in this town. It was said that

the Aztecs were extremely indignant at the action of the Totonacs,

and that dire vengeance would be taken upon them, for daring to act

in this manner without the permission of Montezuma.

The next news was, that the white men had marched farther north to

Chiahuitztla, that they were founding a city there, and that they

had actually seized and imprisoned a party of Aztec envoys. The

white men had visited other towns, and at Cempoalla had insulted

the gods, rolled the idols down from the tops of the temples, and

had erected altars to their own gods there.

This act had created a profound impression throughout the country;

and the greatest astonishment was felt that Montezuma did not, at

once, put his armies in motion to crush these profane and insolent

strangers. A still greater sensation had been caused by the news

that the Spaniards had destroyed all their floating castles, and

that it was therefore evident that they intended to remain,

permanently, in the land.

This news greatly surprised Roger. The reports were unanimous that

there were, at the utmost, but three or four hundred of the Whites;

and that the Spaniards should dream of matching themselves against

the whole force of Mexico, seemed almost incredible.

"How do the white men communicate with the natives?" Roger asked.

"They have with them some slaves, whom they obtained at Tabasco.

Among them was one who was a Mexican by race. They say that the

white men speak to another white man who understands the language

of Tabasco, and that he speaks to this young woman, who speaks in

Mexican what she is told. She is treated with great honor by the

white men."

"What is her name--did you hear?"

"The natives say she is called Malinche, but the white men call her

Marina."

"That is good news, indeed, Bathalda," Roger said; "for when I was

at Tabasco, I knew a Mexican slave girl of that name, and if it is

the same she will befriend us."

It was nearly three weeks before Roger again obtained news.

Bathalda had injured his leg in a fall down a precipice, while

stalking a deer; and was obliged to lie up in the hut for more than

a fortnight. As soon as he was well enough to get about again, he

joined Roger in a turkey hunt, and started the next day for the

city.

He returned with surprising news. The white men had marched from

the coast through Naulinco and the Pass of Obispo. They had been

everywhere well received by the natives, who all belonged to the

Totonac tribe. They had gone to Yxtacamaxtitlan, a great city,

where they had stayed three days. They had then marched on towards

Tlascala, the republic that had so long resisted the strength of

all Mexico.

They were said to number four hundred foot and fifteen strange

creatures, who were partly man and partly some fleet animal; and

they had seven great black tubes that made thunder. Thirteen

hundred Totonac fighting men accompanied them, and a thousand

porters to drag the tubes and carry their baggage. They had sent

embassies to the Tlascalans, but the latter had chosen war, and

there had been some terrible battles fought. But the white men were

invincible, and had defeated the Tlascalans with great slaughter;

and the news had arrived, only that morning, that they had captured

the city.

The sensation throughout the country was that of stupefaction. It

seemed absolutely incredible that a state which had successfully

defied the armies of Montezuma and his predecessors should, after

four or five days of fighting, be overthrown by this handful of

white strangers. There seemed but one comfort. It was said that

several of the Whites had been killed, and this showed, at least,

that they were not superhuman creatures, and that it might yet be

possible to destroy them.

No sooner did Roger hear the news than he determined to start, at

once, to join the Spaniards, who were already far to the west.

Accordingly, the next morning at daybreak, he started with

Bathalda, and late on the following afternoon arrived in sight of

Tlascala. They thought it better not to enter the city until the

following morning, and therefore passed the night in a clump of

bushes.

The next day they boldly entered the town. The city was a large

one, divided into four quarters separated by lofty walls, and each

ruled over by one of the four great chiefs of the republic. Its

population was very large, and the town was strongly and solidly

built.

At ordinary times the appearance of two seeming Aztecs in the

streets would have been the signal for their instant destruction,

but at the present time the people were solely occupied with the

presence of their white conquerors; with whom, as Roger soon

learned, they had made treaties of friendship, and whom they now

viewed as friends and allies.

The whole of the Spaniards were lodged in one of the palaces. The

crowd of people proceeding in that direction was a sufficient index

to its position; and Roger and his companion, joining the throng,

were soon in front of the palace. Some Spanish soldiers were

standing as sentries at its gate, but none came out or mixed with

the people--Cortez having given the strictest orders that they

should remain in their quarters, as he feared that, did they go

abroad, some brawl might arise between them and the inhabitants,

and so break the newly-formed alliance, which was of the most

extreme importance to them.

Presently some Spanish officers, and several richly dressed chiefs,

came out from the palace. The people raised a shout, and it was

evident to Roger that, in spite of the terrible losses suffered by

their troops in the attacks upon the white men, their admiration

for their visitors far outweighed any animosity for the defeats

inflicted upon them.

Near the officer, whom Roger judged to be the leader of the

expedition, were an elderly man and a young woman. The Spaniard

addressed the old man, who spoke to the girl, and she translated it

to the chiefs.

Roger recognized her at once--it was certainly his friend, the

slave girl of Tabasco. In the eight months since he had seen her,

she had grown to complete womanhood; and now--richly attired as she

was, and evidently regarded as a person of great importance, both

by the Spaniards and the native chiefs--carried herself with an air

of confidence and pride; and was, Roger thought, the most beautiful

woman he had seen in Mexico.

As the party moved down the steps of the palace, and along the

street, evidently discoursing on some important business, Roger

followed them closely. He waited until Malinche happened, for a

moment, to be at the outside of the party, then he pressed forward

and said to her:

"Malinche, do you remember your white friend?"

She looked up, and would have cried out with astonishment, had he

not touched his lips.

"I want to speak to you alone, first. Where can I meet you?"

"In an hour I shall be able to slip away from their meal," she

said; "be near the palace gate."

Roger at once fell back into the crowd, and soon took an

opportunity to extricate himself from it, and to go down a side

street. He and Bathalda then ascended to the top of the wall, where

they were likely to be undisturbed, and waited there for an hour.

They then went back to the palace.

The square in the front of it was almost deserted now; for the

Spaniards had retired, half an hour before, and were not likely to

appear again until the evening; especially as it was known that, at

noon, there was to be a great council held in the palace.

Ten minutes later Malinche appeared at the entrance. As soon as her

eyes fell on Roger she raised her hand and, leaving Bathalda, he at

once went up to her. The two sentinels looked with some surprise at

this tall native, but as they saw that he was known to Malinche,

they offered no opposition to his entering the palace with her.

She led him down some corridors and then out into a garden. As soon

as she saw that they were in a spot where they could not be

overlooked, she turned and seized his hands; and would have pressed

them to her forehead, had not Roger prevented her doing so, and put

her hands to his lips.

"Ah!" she exclaimed. "How happy you have made me, today! I have

wondered so much how it has fared with you, and have dreamed at

night, so often, that you were being sacrificed on the altars of

the gods."

"I have thought of you very often, also, Malinche; and I was

surprised, indeed, when I heard that you--for I felt sure that it

was you--were with the Spaniards, and were not only an interpreter,

but in high honor with them."

"But why do you not join them?" she asked. "Why do you come to me

first? What can I do for you? I will take you at once to Cortez,

and when I tell him that you were my friend, and were so kind and

good to the slave girl, he will welcome you most warmly."

"Yes, Malinche; but that is why I wanted to see you first alone.

You remember that I told you all about the Spaniards, and how they

owned the islands, and would some day surely come to Mexico; but

that I belong to another white people, who are forbidden by the

Spaniards, under pain of death, to come to these parts. They must

not know that I am not of their nation.

"You see, I cannot speak their tongue. I see that you have learned

it fast, for I saw Cortez speaking to you."

"What are we to do, then?" the girl asked, with a puzzled look.

"When they find that you cannot speak their language, they will, of

course, see that you are not of their people."

"Yes, Malinche; but they might think that I had forgotten it. That

is just where I want you to help me. If you take me to Cortez, and

tell him that, years ago, a ship was wrecked on the coast of

Tabasco, and that all were drowned except a little white boy; and

that he was brought up at Tabasco, and that you were great friends

with him, until he was sold to some Mexican traders--they will

think that I have altogether forgotten my native language. They are

not likely to ask you how many years ago it is, or how big I was

then, and will imagine that I was quite a child, and that I

belonged to a Spanish ship, for they will not dream of an English

vessel having been in these parts. When you introduce me to Cortez,

you must tell him that I have quite forgotten the language, save a

few words--for I picked up a few sentences when in their ports."

"They will easily believe that you may have been wrecked," said

Malinche; "for they rescued a man who had been living many years

among a tribe at Yucatan, to the west of Tabasco. There were other

white men living among them, though these they could not recover.

You saw him by me this morning--he is an old man, a priest; and he

translates from the Spanish into the Yucatan dialect, which is so

like that of Tabasco that I can understand it, and then I tell the

people in Mexican.

"There will be no difficulty at all. Cortez and the Spaniards know

that I love them, and they trust me altogether, and I am able to do

good to my country people, and to intercede with them sometimes

with Cortez. Now tell me what has happened since I last saw you."

Roger gave her a sketch of what had happened in Mexico, and how he

had escaped, by flight, from being sacrificed.

"It is terrible--these sacrifices," Malinche said, shuddering. "I

did not think so in the old days, but I have learned better from

the Spaniards and from their priests; and I rejoice that the white

men will destroy these horrible idols, and will teach the people to

worship the great God and His Son. They will suffer--my heart

bleeds to think how they will suffer--but it will be good for them

in the end, and put a stop to rivers of blood that flow, every

year, at their altars."

Although Roger was not imbued with the passion for conversion which

animated the Spaniards, and led them to believe that it was the

most glorious of all duties to force their religion upon the

natives, he had been so filled with horror at the wholesale

sacrifices of human victims, and the cannibal feasts that followed

them, that he was in no way disposed to question the methods which

the Spaniards adopted to put a stop to such abominations. But for

the friendship of Cacama he would himself, assuredly, have been a

victim to these sanguinary gods.

He and his father had--like the Beggs, and many other of his

friends at Plymouth--been secretly followers of Wycliffe, but they

were still Catholics. They believed that there were many and deep

abuses in the Church, but had no thought of abandoning it

altogether. The doings of the Inquisition in Spain were regarded by

all Englishmen with horror, but these excesses were as nothing to

the wholesale horrors of the Mexican religion.

He talked for some time with Malinche, and saw that she was

completely devoted to the Spaniards, and regarded Cortez as a hero,

almost more than mortal; and was in no slight degree relieved at

observing that, although ready to be friendly in every way, and

evidently still much attached to him, the warmer feeling which she

had testified at their parting no longer existed, but had been

transferred to her present friends and protectors.

"Come with me," she said at last. "The meal will be over, now. I

will take you to an apartment near the banqueting hall, and will

leave you there while I tell Cortez about you, and will then lead

you to him."

Seeing how confident Malinche was as to the reception she could

procure for him, Roger awaited her return, to the chamber where she

had placed him, with little anxiety. In a quarter of an hour she

returned, and beckoned him to follow.

"I have told him," she said. "It did not seem to him strange that

some vessel should have been driven by the storms and wrecked here.

He asked no questions as to how many years ago it was. I told him

you were a young boy at the time, and have forgotten all but a few

words of the language; and how, when you grew to be a man, you were

sold to some Mexican merchants, and would have been sacrificed to

the gods had you not made your escape. As I had told him, before,

that there had been a white man living at Tabasco, who had been

very good to me, he was not surprised at the story."

She took Roger to an apartment in which Cortez, and several of his

principal officers, were standing. As Malinche had told them that

he was painted, and disguised as a native, they were not surprised

at his appearance; although his height, which was far beyond that

attained by Spaniards, somewhat astonished them.

Roger approached the group, and at once fell on one knee before

Cortez, took his hand and kissed it. Cortez raised him, and

embraced him warmly.

"I am delighted to find another of my countrymen," he said; "and

all the more, since Marina tells me that she knows you well, and

that you were most kind and good to her."

"Senor," Roger said, in broken Spanish, "I do not understand. I

have forgotten."

"You will soon recover it," Cortez said.

"Tell him, Aquilar, that he will soon learn to speak his native

language again."

The interpreter repeated the words to Roger in the Yucatan dialect,

adding that he himself had been a prisoner for eight years among

the natives; and that, although a man when captured by them, had

with difficulty spoken Spanish when restored to his friends; but it

had now quite come back to him.

"You were but a boy when you were wrecked, Marina tells me?" Cortez

said.

"Only a boy," Roger repeated, when Marina translated this to him.

"Do you remember anything of Spain?" Cortez asked.

Roger shut his eyes, as if considering.

"I seem to have a remembrance," he said, "of a place with many

great ships. It was a city built on a rock rising from the sea. It

had high walls with great guns upon them, which fired sometimes,

with a terrible noise, when vessels came in and out."

When this was translated by Aquilar, Cortez said:

"It was Cadiz, of course. Doubtless the ship he was wrecked in

sailed from that port."

A murmur of assent passed round the other Spaniards.

"Show him a cross, Aquilar. See if he remembers his religion."

Aquilar took out a cross from under his doublet, and held it out

towards Roger, who, after looking at it for a moment, fell on his

knees and kissed it.

"He remembers much, you see," Cortez said. "Father Aquilar, you

will succeed soon in making a good Catholic of him, again.

"Well, gentlemen, I think we may congratulate ourselves upon this

new companion. Every arm is of assistance; and if he is as brave as

he is big and strong, he will prove a doughty comrade. Besides, he

will be able to tell us something of Mexico; although, as Marina

says, he was only once at the capital.

"Question him, Aquilar, and find out from him whether its

magnificence is as great as we hear."

Roger told all he knew of the capital, and said that, although he

himself could not say more than that it was a great city, he had

heard that its population was nearly three hundred thousand; and

that it certainly seemed to him fully three times as large as that

of Tezcuco, where he said there were one hundred thousand people.

"And it stands on an island in a lake?" Cortez asked.

"There are three causeways leading to the land, each wide enough

for six horsemen to ride abreast," Roger replied; "but it would be

a difficult thing to force an entrance, by these, in the face of

Montezuma's army."

"Well, gentlemen," Cortez said, "it is time for us to be going to

the council.

"Marina, do you take your friend to my private apartment, and bid

Juan furnish him with a suit of clothes; and with armor, from that

belonging to our friends who fell in the fights the other day. We

will soon make a true cavalier of him."

As soon as Roger was equipped, he went out to the steps of the

palace, and presently descried Bathalda in the crowd. He beckoned

to him and, taking him into the garden, had a long talk with him.

He would have rewarded him largely for his services, but Bathalda

refused to accept anything.

"I came at my lord's orders," he said; "and am rejoiced to have

been of service to one who is at once so kind, so strong, and so

valiant."

"As you will. We shall have further opportunities of meeting,

Bathalda. Do you now make your way back to Tezcuco. Tell your lord

all that has happened, and that I am with the Spaniards, and shall

accompany them if, as I believe, they go forward to Mexico; that I

hope to see all my friends again, before long; and that I always

think of their kindness to me."

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