"I have heard that story," said Pep. "It was often told me when I was a child, and I have told it to my own children. I won"t say that it never happened so, but that was in other times--other times, very long ago, when animals had speech."
According to Pep, the most remote antiquity, and also the elysian state of man, was always that joyous time "when the animals had speech."
But now--now he, although he could not read, informed himself of the doings in the world when he went to San Jose on Sundays and talked with the secretary of the pueblo, and other lettered persons who read the newspapers. Now-a-days kings married queens, and shepherdesses married shepherds; everyone with his kind. The good old times were over.
"But do you know whether or not Margalida loves me? Are you sure that all this seems to her a wild dream as it does to you?"
Pep maintained a long silence, one hand beneath his hat and the silk kerchief, which he wore in womanish manner, scratching his crisp gray curls. He smiled knavishly, with an expression of scorn, as if rejoicing over the inferiority in which dwells the woman of the fields.
"Women! How can one tell what they think, Don Jaime! Margalida is like all the rest of them, fond of vanities and strange things. At her age they all dream that some count or marquis is coming to take them, away in his golden chariot, and that all her friends will die of envy. I, too, when I was a boy, used often to think that the richest girl in Iviza would come to seek my hand in marriage, some girl, I did not know who, but beautiful as the Virgin and with fields as big as half the island--dreams of youth."
Then ceasing to smile, he added:
"Yes, maybe she does care for you without realizing it. Youth and love are so strange. She cries when anything is said to her about the other night; she declares it was madness, but she won"t say a word against you. Ah, would that I could see into her heart!"
Febrer received these words with a smile of joy, but the peasant quickly dispelled it, adding energetically:
"It cannot be, and it must not be! Let her think as she pleases, but I am opposed because I am her father and I desire her welfare. Ah, Don Jaime, everyone with his kind! All this reminds me of a priest who used to lead a hermit"s life at Cubells, a wise man, and like many wise men, half crazy; he was trying to raise a brood from, a rooster and a seagull; a gull the size of a goose."
With the interest which the rustic displays for the breeding of animals, he described the eagerness of the peasants when they went to Cubells, gathering curiously around the great cage, where the rooster and the gull were kept beneath the vigilance of the friar.
"The good man"s work lasted for years--but--not a chick! Man"s efforts avail nothing against the impossible. They were of different blood and of different breed; they lived together tranquilly, but they were not of the same sort, nor could they become so. Everyone with his kind!"
As he said this, Pep gathered the plates and the remnants of the dinner from the table and put them into the basket, preparing to take his leave.
"We are agreed, Don Jaime," he said with his rustic tenacity, "that it was all a joke, and that you will not bother the girl any more with your notions."
"No, Pep, we are agreed that I love Margalida, and that I am going to her courting with the same right as any of the island boys. The old customs must be respected."
He smiled at the peasant"s ill-humored expression. Pep shook his head in sign of protest. No; he repeated, that would be impossible. The girls of the district would laugh at Margalida, rejoicing over this strange suitor who broke the order of customs; the malicious would perhaps lie about Can Mallorqui, which had as honorable a past as the best family on the island; even his own friends, when he should go to ma.s.s at San Jose, and all gathered in the cloister of the church, would imagine him an ambitious man who desired to convert his daughter into a fine senorita.
And this was not all. There was the anger of the rivals to be reckoned with, the jealousy of those youths, dumb with surprise when he came in that stormy night and sat down beside Margalida. Certainly by this time they had recovered from their astonishment and were talking about him, and would all join to oppose the stranger. The men of the island were as they were. They took life among themselves without disturbing the man from the outside world because they considered him foreign to their circle, and indifferent to their pa.s.sions; but if the stranger meddled in their affairs, and especially if he were a Majorcan, what would happen? When had people of other lands ever disputed a sweetheart with an Ivizan?
"Don Jaime, for the sake of your father, for the sake of your n.o.ble grandfather! It is Pep who begs you, Pep who has known you ever since you were a boy. The farmhouse is at your service; everyone who lives in it is eager to serve you--but do not persist in this caprice! It will bring some dire misfortune upon us all!"
Febrer, who had at first listened with deference, straightened his figure when he heard Pep"s predictions. His rude nature rebelled, as if the peasant"s fears were an insult. He afraid! He felt equal to fighting all the young men of the island. Not a man in Iviza could force him to change his mind. To the belligerent pa.s.sion of the lover was joined the pride of race, that ancestral hatred which separated the inhabitants of the two islands. He would go to the courting; he had good companions to defend him in case of need; and he glanced at the gun hanging on the wall; then his eyes descended to his belt where his revolver was hidden.
Pep bowed his head in despair. He had been just like this when he was young. For women the wildest deeds are done. It was useless to make further effort to convince the senor, who was determined and proud like all his kindred.
"Do as you please, Don Jaime; but remember what I tell you. A great misfortune awaits us--a great misfortune!"
The peasant left the tower, and Jaime watched him walking down toward the farmhouse, the points of his kerchief and the womanish mantle he wore over his shoulders fluttering in the breeze.
Pep disappeared behind the fence of Can Mallorqui. Febrer was about to step away from the door when he saw rise from among the groups of tamarisks on the hillside a boy, who, after glancing cautiously about to convince himself that he was not observed, ran toward him. It was the Little Chaplain. He sprang up the stairway to the tower, and when he stood before Febrer he burst out laughing, displaying his ivory teeth, surrounded by a dark rose color.
Ever since that night when Febrer had presented himself at the farmhouse the Little Chaplain had treated him with greater confidence, as if he already considered him one of the family. He did not protest at the strangeness of the event. It seemed to him quite natural that Margalida should like the senor and that he should wish to marry her.
"But didn"t you go to Cubells?" asked Febrer.
The boy began to laugh again. He had left his mother and sister half way on the road and had hidden among the tamarisks waiting for his father to leave the tower. No doubt the old man wished to have a serious talk with Don Jaime, and so he had sent them all away, and had taken it upon himself to bring him his dinner. For two days he had talked of nothing but this interview. His timidity, and his respect for the master, had made him vacillate, but at last he had decided. He was in ill humor over Margalida"s courting. Had the old man scolded very hard?
Evading these questions, Febrer asked the boy with a certain anxiety, "How is Almond Blossom? What did she say when you talked to her about me?"
The boy straightened himself petulantly, happy in being able to defend the senor. His sister had not said anything; sometimes she smiled when she heard Don Jaime"s name mentioned, again her eyes moistened, and she almost always brought the conversation to a close, advising the Little Chaplain not to meddle in this affair and to please his father by going back to his studies in the Seminary.
"It will turn out all right, senor," continued the boy, possessed of a fresh sense of his own importance. "It will turn out all right, I tell you. I am sure that my sister loves you dearly--only she is rather afraid of you--she feels a kind of respect. Who would ever have thought that you would notice her! At home everybody seems to be crazy; father looks cross and goes around grumbling to himself; mother sighs and calls on the Virgin, and meantime people imagine that we are rejoicing. But it will all come out right, Don Jaime, I promise you.
"But be careful, senor, be on your guard," added the boy, thinking of his former friends, the youths who were courting Almond Blossom. It seemed that the boys had lost confidence in him, and were cautious of speaking in his presence; but they were certainly plotting something. A week ago they seemed to hate one another and each kept to himself, but now they had joined forces in hatred of the stranger. They said nothing; they were merely taciturn; but their silence was disquieting. The Minstrel was the only one who shouted and displayed anger like an infuriated lamb, straightened his wasted figure, and declaring, between cruel fits of coughing, his intention of killing the Majorcan.
"They have lost respect for you, Don Jaime," continued the boy. "When they saw you come in and sit down beside my sister they were astounded.
Even I could hardly believe my eyes, although for some time I knew that you were not indifferent to Margalida; you asked too many questions about her. But now they have waked up, and they are planning something.
They have good reason, too. Who ever heard of such a thing as a stranger coming to San Jose and getting a sweetheart away from a crowd of the boys, the very bravest on the island?"
Local pride spurred the Little Chaplain to adopt for a moment the opinions of the others, but soon his grat.i.tude and affection for Febrer were revived.
"Never mind. You love her and that is sufficient. Why should my sister have to wear out her life digging in the ground when a senor like yourself pays attention to her? Besides," here the young rascal smiled mischievously, "this marriage suits me. You are not going to till the fields, you will take Margalida away with you, and the old man, having no one to leave Can Mallorqui to, will let me marry and become a farmer, and, adios to the priesthood! I tell you, Don Jaime, you"ll win.
Here am I, the Little Chaplain, to fight half the island in your defense."
He glanced about as if expecting to encounter the severe eyes and the mustaches of the Civil Guard, and then, after a moment"s hesitation, like that of a great but modest man trying to conceal his importance, he drew from his belt a knife the brilliancy and glitter of which seemed to hypnotize him.
"See that?" he asked, admiring the smoothness of the virgin steel, and looking at Febrer.
It was the knife which Jaime had presented him the day before. Jaime had been in a good humor and he had made the Little Chaplain kneel. Then, with jesting gravity, he had struck him with the weapon, proclaiming him invincible knight of the district of San Jose, of the whole island, and of the channels and cliffs adjacent. The little rascal, tremulous with emotion at the gift, had taken the act with all gravity, thinking it an indispensable ceremony among gentlemen.
"See that?" he asked again, looking a Don Jaime as if protecting him with all the immensity of his valor.
He pa.s.sed a finger lightly along the edge, pressing the fleshy tip against the point, delighting in the sharp p.r.i.c.k. What a jewel!
Febrer nodded his head. Yes, he recognized the weapon; it was the one he had brought from Iviza.
"Well, with this," continued the boy, "not a brave will dare to face us.
The Ironworker? He is a fraud! The Minstrel and all the rest? Frauds also. I"m only waiting for a chance to use this! Anybody who attempts anything against you is sentenced to death."
Finally, with the sadness of a great man who is wasting his time without an opportunity to display his valor, he said, lowering his eyes:
"When my grandfather was my age they say that he had already killed his man, and that half the island stood in fear of him."
The Little Chaplain spent part of the afternoon in the tower talking of Don Jaime"s supposed enemies, whom he now considered as his own, putting up his knife and drawing it forth again, as if he enjoyed contemplating his disfigured image in the polished blade, dreaming of tremendous battles which always terminated by the flight or death of the adversaries, and by his valorously rescuing the embattled Don Jaime, who took as a jest his appet.i.te for conflict and destruction.
In the evening Pepet went down to the farmhouse to get Don Jaime"s supper. He had found the suitors who came from a distance sitting on the porch awaiting the beginning of the festeig. "See you later, Don Jaime!"
As soon as night closed in, Febrer made his preparations, his face set, his mien hostile, his hands thrilling with an imperceptible homicidal twitch, like a primitive warrior starting on an expedition from the mountain top to the valley. Before throwing his haik over his shoulders, he drew his revolver from his belt, scrupulously examining the cartridges, and the working of the trigger. Everything all right! The first man to make an attempt against him would get all six shots in the head. He felt like a savage, implacable, like one of those Febrers, lions of the sea, who landed on hostile sh.o.r.es, killing to avoid being killed.
With one hand in his belt fondling the b.u.t.t of his revolver, he walked down the hill among the cl.u.s.ters of tamarisks, which waved their undulating ma.s.ses in the darkness. He found the porch of Can Mallorqui full of young men standing about, or seated on the benches, waiting while the family finished supper in the kitchen. Febrer detected them in the dim light by the odor of hemp emanating from their new sandals, and from the coa.r.s.e wool of their mantles and Arabian capes. The red sparks of cigarettes at the lower end of the porch indicated other waiting groups.
"Bna nit!" called Febrer in greeting.
They responded only with a careless grunt. The low-toned conversations ceased, and a painful and hostile silence seemed to settle around each man.