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The Crimson Conquest 38

The Crimson Conquest 38


For several days the garrison remained within the fortress. A fortnight
later word came that Prince Manco had met Pizarro peaceably at
Xaquixaguana, and had presented his claim to the throne. His right had
been formally recognized, and the prince was proceeding with the
Spaniards to Cuzco, where the coronation would take place straightway.
Accompanying the news was his command that all hostility should cease,
and soon natives and garrison were on friendly terms. Those Spaniards
privileged to do so took quarters in the town, and among them was Pedro.
 
Pedro established his _cantina_ near the square. One afternoon he was
leaning idly beside his door, watching the passers-by, with an
occasional glance down the thoroughfare toward the north. A _chasqui_
had announced the day before that a small company of Viracochas was
approaching, newly arrived from Panama, on the way to join Pizarro. The
_cantina_ was prepared, and a roast of llama on Pedrillo’s spit divided
the attention which the proprietor paid to the street. The latter was
interesting, for the day was a festival of some sort and the town was
full of the country people, gayly clad, and notwithstanding recent
calamities, in full holiday spirits. As Pedro stood he noted that the
crowd was growing. By and by he observed that his establishment was
drawing a deal of persistent attention. No one had stopped in front of
it, but a number had passed and repassed, and one Indio, conspicuous for
his dignity of bearing, had already grown familiar. He was a tall old
man, wrapped in a long, colored poncho of unusual elegance, its heavy
folds falling to his knees and decorated with a profusion of
conventionalized forms of birds and beasts. The object of particular
interest to Pedro, however, was his suite. Following close as he
stalked past for the sixth or seventh time, was his wife; and in her
train a numerous family ranging in age from five to eighteen years or
thereabout, the eldest a maiden of comely face and figure who glanced at
the cook with shy but unmistakable curiosity. The old man seemed never
to see him, apparently disdaining show of interest; but his family were
less scrupulous, and favored him with stares undisguised. This group
was but one of many, but it was notable to Pedro by the presence of the
shy though curious eighteen-year-old of the comeliness mentioned. Pedro
was not unsusceptible. Having once or twice caught her eyes, he
straightway experienced a responding interest.
 
"Ho!" thought he. "How now? Have thy charms survived thy years, Pedro,
my boy? Are there yet lines of grace in thy portliness? That was a
wistful, surreptitious, yearning contemplation, or there’s some mistake.
It swept thy traits and fair proportions most lingeringly.Ha! She
cometh again! Stew me if she cometh not again! Hold! Guard thine
eyes, admired cook. Bank their fires, lest they startle with too much
ardour. I’ll look at the sky till she is near. Ah! Fair sky! Ample,
roomy, easy-fitting vault of blue! Large, capacious dome! Dome with
space enough for stars to knock about in, and space to spareBut she
is here! Now look! Oh, hot kettles, Pedro, how comfortable thou art!
Was there not warmth in that stolen glance? O, my patron saint!But
who is sheand where abideth? That patrolling image in her lead must be
her papa. I’ll inquire."
 
With his jovial countenance glowing pleasantly he cast about for a
possible source of information, and his eyes lighted upon a youth across
the street who was surveying him with unmitigated wonder, his eyes and
mouth equally broad open. Pedro motioned him, and the boy started
hesitatingly across the street. At once the interest of the crowd was
fixed, and they formed a respectful circle, across which the lad
advanced with evident trepidation. Pedro had acquaintance with the
Quichua, and hailed him cordially.
 
"May the day bring thee good fortune, and the night better, my lad.
Come hither. There is something I would ask. This seemeth a gala day,
is it not?
 
"The Feast of the Full Moon, Viracocha," replied the boy, respectfully.
 
"The Feast of the Full Moon! Good! Dost live in Xauxa?"
 
"No, Viracocha. I am here but for the day. I live yonder, up the
valley," indicating the direction by turning and pursing out his lips, a
gesture habitual with the Peruvians, and surviving to this day.
 
"Yonder, up the valley!" said Pedro, imitating his grimace. "Hum! Thou
’rt a good boy, I take it from thy face. Sleepest at home, and early?"
 
"Why, where else, Viracocha?" asked the other innocently.
 
"Ah! Where else, to be sure! But in my country o’ nights, the boys oft
go chasing nightingalesa bird which I have not yet seen in
Tavantinsuyu. ’T is quite as well. But what I would ask is this: The
folks seem curious. Now, what draweth their attention hereabout? What
held thy lower jaw away from its fellow a moment since?"
 
"Viracocha?" asked the boy, puzzled.
 
"I observed thee looking this way. What is the interest which hath
brought this crowd?"
 
"Oh!" exclaimed the youth, enlightened. "Why, you are one of the
Viracochasyour pardon."
 
"No offence," answered Pedro. "A mere chance which hath befallen others
of my race. Is that all?"
 
The boy hesitated. "No, not all. The bare bone of your leg,
Viracocha"
 
"Oho!" shouted Pedro. "The bare bone of my leg! God bless my soul! The
bare bone of my leg, for a surety! Why, stew me! Now, ’t is a sight, is
it notto see a man with a part of his skeleton sticking out into the
glare of day! But, lad, what if I were to show thee my ribs? Nay!" he
added, as the boy drew back aghast. "I’ll not do it in the presence of
ladies, never fear. Ha! The bare bone ofBut is that all?" He
lowered his voice. "Yonder damsel, for instance, just now passingdo
not look too quicklyhath she been drawn by my leg, thinkst thou?"
 
The boy looked round cautiously at the girl lingering at the edge of the
circle. "I cannot say for her," he said, "but if the Viracocha wisheth,
I will ask her," and full of accommodation, he started in her direction.
 
"Stay!" cried Pedro, seizing him. "_Santa Maria_, no! Let it pass.
I’ll endure the doubt.The bare bone of my leg, saith he! Oh, pots and
skillets!" Pedro exhibited some symptoms of a coming laugh, but the
attack did not develop, and he went on: "A marvel, in truth! But if it
hath merited so much attention I’ll show it worthy of more."
 
Steadying himself upon the boy’s shoulder, Pedro unscrewed his peg from
its socket, and as an exclamation of amazement and dismay arose from the
crowd, tossed it high in the air, caught it, and set it whirling in his
nimble fingers. The circle spread abruptly. The old Indio forgot his
dignity and watched in stupefaction while the cook juggled his member
with the skill of a mountebank. Transforming it into a weapon, he
attacked a fancied enemy, hopping about, striking, and guarding, until
the foe was laid low by one last fell stroke. From the role of a weapon
it passed to that of a flute, and as Pedro’s fingers ran over imaginary
keys he whistled a Spanish air, then one of their own, to their infinite
wonder and delight. He finished with a bow to the old Indio, and
tendered the peg for inspection. It was taken gingerly, and the ice was
broken.
 
The old man examined it with profound solemnity, while his daughter
looked upon the gracious cook with a round-eyed fascination most
grateful to his complacent soul. It ended with an invitation into the
_cantina_, and, having screwed his peg back into place, Pedro ushered in
the entire family and served a luncheon, at the end of which he was
asked to their _huasi_, six miles out beyond the fortress. The Indio,
Municancha, was a master-mason engaged upon the uncompleted
fortifications. Thus the cook opened an acquaintance which he afterward
found of value.
 
Pedro bade his guests farewell, bestowing a significant squeeze upon the
hand of the daughter, Coriampa, and was pleasantly reviewing the
circumstance, when a shout from his boy at the door hurried him to the
street. His expected countrymen were approaching. A distant flutter of
pennons and the gleam of steel showed above the heads of the crowd, and
soon Pedro was cheering lustily as the company passed. In the lead rode
Sotelo, the commander of the company, with Saavedra, commandant of the
fortress, his travel-stained accoutrements contrasting with the latter’s
burnished armor. Following, and escorted by Father Tendilla, were
half-a-dozen priests and friars, a few on mules and jaded horses, but
most of them on foot. As they passed, Pedro suddenly ceased his
greetings.
 
"Aha! Thou back, Fray Mauricio!" he muttered. "Hast renewed thy courage
and venom, my small, liver-colored brother? I’d exchange thee for the
devil himself, my friend, and so would José, had he his choice. Would
thou wert back in Spainor farther! I’ll warn the armorer, be sure of
it. And now, the cavalierstwo, four, six, eight. Not bad! But,
father of famine, what a hungry lot! _Hola_!" he shouted. "What fare
on the way, _compadres_? Saddle-leather and surcingles, I’ll be bound.
Cheer up! There’s better beyond. Come, smile thou, my empty
_caballero_ in the rear! In a week thy waistband will renew
acquaintance with thy pansiere. There’s that in Peru to fill it, and
some to be left over for the infantry. Oho! Here they areour honest
lads of the foot! Twenty in alland that is to say, twenty larcenies the
more for each day of the calendar. _Bien_! Were there no thieves we’d
have no love for honest men. What cheer, pikemen? Did ye ever see a
cold boiled ham? Ah, see them drool! They’re blest with powers of
memory, ’t is sure. What, ho! A civilian! A leech, _amigo_? No? A
barber!next of kin. _Gracias á Dios_, a barber! Fall out, my friend;
thy journey endeth here."
 
A weary individual in civil garb, his legs bare to the knees but for the
fringe of rags that fell below them, turned out of the column.
 
"_Nombre de Dios_! Is this an inn?" he asked in astonishment, peering
through the open door and sniffing the fragrance.
 
"An inn, and no less. An inn, and no more," replied Pedro. "Enter.
Thou ’rt as welcome to it as the smell of it seemeth to be to thee."
 
The stranger shook his head. "I have no money, Señor."
 
"The fiend!" ejaculated Pedro. "But thou hast an appetite, or thy looks
belie thee. Enter, and call for what there is. Thy credit is good.
Are there any otherscivilians?"
 
"My gratitude, Señor," said the other, with feeling. "Yes, there are
four in the rear of the baggage, and three women with the rear guard."
 
"Three women!" repeated Pedro. "Native women, thou wouldst say?"
 
"Of our own race, Señor."
 
"What!" exclaimed Pedro, in amazement. "Three Spanish women? _Santo
Sacramento_! sayst thou so? What do they in this land of paynimry? Oh,
these modern women!"
 
"Two are wives of cavaliers. The third is alone. And, Señor"he spoke
earnestly"beware of this third."
 
"Ho!" responded Pedro, with a shrug. "I have all my feathers, _amigo_."
 
"Nay; but, Señor" he was interrupted by the jubilant bray of a
pack-mule which had divined the end of the march. When he would have
continued Pedro was badgering a muleteer. The stranger entered the
_cantina_and Fate rode down upon the unsuspecting Pedro.
 
The rear guard approached. Sure enough, there were three señoras, two
heavily veiled, riding mules. Pedro was bowing profoundly.
 
"Welcome, Señoras! Welcome to the land of gold. ’T is a Heaven’s blessing to look once more upon your kind."

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