Carmen

The next morning Carmen and her Englishman came along with two muleteers and a servant. I said to _El Dancaire_:

""I"ll look after the Englishman, you frighten the others--they"re not armed!"

"The Englishman was a plucky fellow. He"d have killed me if Carmen hadn"t jogged his elbow.

"To put it shortly, I won Carmen back that day, and my first words were to tell her she was a widow.

"When she knew how it had all happened--

""You"ll always be a _lillipendi_," she said. "Garcia ought to have killed you. Your Navarrese guard is a pack of nonsense, and he has sent far more skilful men than you into the darkness. It was just that his time had come--and yours will come too."

""Ay, and yours too!--if you"re not a faithful _romi_ to me."

""So be it," said she. "I"ve read in the coffee grounds, more than once, that you and I were to end our lives together. Pshaw! what must be, will be!" and she rattled her castanets, as was her way when she wanted to drive away some worrying thought.

"One runs on when one is talking about one"s self. I dare say all these details bore you, but I shall soon be at the end of my story. Our new life lasted for some considerable time. _El Dancaire_ and I gathered a few comrades about us, who were more trustworthy than our earlier ones, and we turned our attention to smuggling. Occasionally, indeed, I must confess we stopped travellers on the highways, but never unless we were at the last extremity, and could not avoid doing so; and besides, we never ill-treated the travellers, and confined ourselves to taking their money from them.

"For some months I was very well satisfied with Carmen. She still served us in our smuggling operations, by giving us notice of any opportunity of making a good haul. She remained either at Malaga, at Cordova, or at Granada, but at a word from me she would leave everything, and come to meet me at some _venta_ or even in our lonely camp. Only once--it was at Malaga--she caused me some uneasiness. I heard she had fixed her fancy upon a very rich merchant, with whom she probably proposed to play her Gibraltar trick over again. In spite of everything _El Dancaire_ said to stop me, I started off, walked into Malaga in broad daylight, sought for Carmen and carried her off instantly. We had a sharp altercation.

""Do you know," said she, "now that you"re my _rom_ for good and all, I don"t care for you so much as when you were my _minchorro_! I won"t be worried, and above all, I won"t be ordered about. I choose to be free to do as I like. Take care you don"t drive me too far; if you tire me out, I"ll find some good fellow who"ll serve you just as you served _El Tuerto_."

"_El Dancaire_ patched it up between us; but we had said things to each other that rankled in our hearts, and we were not as we had been before.

Shortly after that we had a misfortune: the soldiers caught us, _El Dancaire_ and two of my comrades were killed; two others were taken.

I was sorely wounded, and, but for my good horse, I should have fallen into the soldiers" hands. Half dead with fatigue, and with a bullet in my body, I sought shelter in a wood, with my only remaining comrade.

When I got off my horse I fainted away, and I thought I was going to die there in the brushwood, like a shot hare. My comrade carried me to a cave he knew of, and then he sent to fetch Carmen.

"She was at Granada, and she hurried to me at once. For a whole fortnight she never left me for a single instant. She never closed her eyes; she nursed me with a skill and care such as no woman ever showed to the man she loved most tenderly. As soon as I could stand on my feet, she conveyed me with the utmost secrecy to Granada. These gipsy women find safe shelter everywhere, and I spent more than six weeks in a house only two doors from that of the _Corregidor_ who was trying to arrest me. More than once I saw him pa.s.s by, from behind the shutter. At last I recovered, but I had thought a great deal, on my bed of pain, and I had planned to change my way of life. I suggested to Carmen that we should leave Spain, and seek an honest livelihood in the New World. She laughed in my face.

""We were not born to plant cabbages," she cried. "Our fate is to live _payllos_! Listen: I"ve arranged a business with Nathan Ben-Joseph at Gibraltar. He has cotton stuffs that he can not get through till you come to fetch them. He knows you"re alive, and reckons upon you. What would our Gibraltar correspondents say if you failed them?"

"I let myself by persuaded, and took up my vile trade once more.

"While I was hiding at Granada there were bull-fights there, to which Carmen went. When she came back she talked a great deal about a skilful _picador_ of the name of Lucas. She knew the name of his horse, and how much his embroidered jacket had cost him. I paid no attention to this; but a few days later, Juanito, the only one of my comrades who was left, told me he had seen Carmen with Lucas in a shop in the Zacatin. Then I began to feel alarmed. I asked Carmen how and why she had made the _picador"s_ acquaintance.

""He"s a man out of whom we may be able to get something," said she.

"A noisy stream has either water in it or pebbles. He has earned twelve hundred reals at the bull-fights. It must be one of two things: we must either have his money, or else, as he is a good rider and a plucky fellow, we can enroll him in our gang. We have lost such an one an such an one; you"ll have to replace them. Take this man with you!"

""I want neither his money nor himself," I replied, "and I forbid you to speak to him."

""Beware!" she retorted. "If any one defies me to do a thing, it"s very quickly done."

"Luckily the _picador_ departed to Malaga, and I set about pa.s.sing in the Jew"s cotton stuffs. This expedition gave me a great deal to do, and Carmen as well. I forgot Lucas, and perhaps she forgot him too--for the moment, at all events. It was just about that time, sir, that I met you, first at Montilla, and then afterward at Cordova. I won"t talk about that last interview. You know more about it, perhaps, than I do. Carmen stole your watch from you, she wanted to have your money besides, and especially that ring I see on your finger, and which she declared to be a magic ring, the possession of which was very important to her. We had a violent quarrel, and I struck her. She turned pale and began to cry.

It was the first time I had ever seen her cry, and it affected me in the most painful manner. I begged her to forgive me, but she sulked with me for a whole day, and when I started back to Montilla she wouldn"t kiss me. My heart was still very sore, when, three days later, she joined me with a smiling face and as merry as a lark. Everything was forgotten, and we were like a pair of honeymoon lovers. Just as we were parting she said, "There"s a _fete_ at Cordova; I shall go and see it, and then I shall know what people will be coming away with money, and I can warn you."

"I let her go. When I was alone I thought about the _fete_, and about the change in Carmen"s temper. "She must have avenged herself already,"

said I to myself, "since she was the first to make our quarrel up." A peasant told me there was to be bull-fighting at Cordova. Then my blood began to boil, and I went off like a madman straight to the bull-ring. I had Lucas pointed out to me, and on the bench, just beside the barrier, I recognised Carmen. One glance at her was enough to turn my suspicion into certainty. When the first bull appeared Lucas began, as I had expected to play the agreeable; he s.n.a.t.c.hed the c.o.c.kade off the bull and presented it to Carmen, who put it in her hair at once.*

* _La divisa_. A knot of ribbon, the colour of which indicates the pasturage from which each bull comes. This knot of ribbon is fastened into the bull"s hide with a sort of hook, and it is considered the very height of gallantry to s.n.a.t.c.h it off the living beast and present it to a woman.

"The bull avenged me. Lucas was knocked down, with his horse on his chest, and the bull on top of both of them. I looked for Carmen, she had disappeared from her place already. I couldn"t get out of mine, and I was obliged to wait until the bull-fight was over. Then I went off to that house you already know, and waited there quietly all that evening and part of the night. Toward two o"clock in the morning Carmen came back, and was rather surprised to see me.

""Come with me," said I.

""Very well," said she, "let"s be off."

"I went and got my horse, and took her up behind me, and we travelled all the rest of the night without saying a word to each other. When daylight came we stopped at a lonely inn, not far from a hermitage.

There I said to Carmen:

""Listen--I forget everything, I won"t mention anything to you. But swear one thing to me--that you"ll come with me to America, and live there quietly!"

""No," said she, in a sulky voice, "I won"t go to America--I am very well here."

""That"s because you"re near Lucas. But be very sure that even if he gets well now, he won"t make old bones. And, indeed, why should I quarrel with him? I"m tired of killing all your lovers; I"ll kill you this time."

"She looked at me steadily with her wild eyes, and then she said:

""I"ve always thought you would kill me. The very first time I saw you I had just met a priest at the door of my house. And to-night, as we were going out of Cordova, didn"t you see anything? A hare ran across the road between your horse"s feet. It is fate."

""Carmencita," I asked, "don"t you love me any more?"

"She gave me no answer, she was sitting cross-legged on a mat, making marks on the ground with her finger.

""Let us change our life, Carmen," said I imploringly. "Let us go away and live somewhere we shall never be parted. You know we have a hundred and twenty gold ounces buried under an oak not far from here, and then we have more money with Ben-Joseph the Jew."

"She began to smile, and then she said, "Me first, and then you. I know it will happen like that."

""Think about it," said I. "I"ve come to the end of my patience and my courage. Make up your mind--or else I must make up mine."

"I left her alone and walked toward the hermitage. I found the hermit praying. I waited till his prayer was finished. I longed to pray myself, but I couldn"t. When he rose up from his knees I went to him.

""Father," I said, "will you pray for some one who is in great danger?"

""I pray for every one who is afflicted," he replied.

""Can you say a ma.s.s for a soul which is perhaps about to go into the presence of its Maker?"

""Yes," he answered, looking hard at me.

"And as there was something strange about me, he tried to make me talk.

""It seems to me that I have seen you somewhere," said he.

"I laid a piastre on his bench.

""When shall you say the ma.s.s?" said I.

""In half an hour. The son of the innkeeper yonder is coming to serve it. Tell me, young man, haven"t you something on your conscience that is tormenting you? Will you listen to a Christian"s counsel?"

"I could hardly restrain my tears. I told him I would come back, and hurried away. I went and lay down on the gra.s.s until I heard the bell.