This was a great effort of oratory for Amyas; and he therefore, in order to be safe by following precedent, tried to talk as much as he could like Sir Richard Grenville. Of course Winter could answer nothing to it, in spite of the plain hint of private differences, but that he should not fail to show himself a captain worthy of so valiant and trusty a gentleman; whereon the whole party turned their attention to the captive, who, thanks to Will Cary, was by this time sitting up, standing much in need of a handkerchief, and looking about him, having been unhelmed, in a confused and doleful manner.
"Take the gentleman to my tent," said Winter, "and let the surgeon see to him. Mr. Leigh, who is he?--"
"An enemy, but whether Spaniard or Italian I know not; but he seemed somebody among them, I thought the captain of a company. He and I cut at each other twice or thrice at first, and then lost each other; and after that I came on him among the sand-hills, trying to rally his men, and swearing like the mouth of the pit, whereby I guess him a Spaniard. But his men ran; so I brought him in."
"And how?" asked Raleigh. "Thou art giving us all the play but the murders and the marriages."
"Why, I bid him yield, and he would not. Then I bid him run, and he would not. And it was too pitch-dark for fighting; so I took him by the ears, and shook the wind out of him, and so brought him in."
"Shook the wind out of him?" cried Cary, amid the roar of laughter which followed. "Dost know thou hast nearly wrung his neck in two? His vizor was full of blood."
"He should have run or yielded, then," said Amyas; and getting up, slipped off to find some ale, and then to sleep comfortably in a dry burrow which he scratched out of a sandbank.
The next morning, as Amyas was discussing a scanty breakfast of biscuit (for provisions were running very short in camp), Raleigh came up to him.
"What, eating? That"s more than I have done to-day."
"Sit down, and share, then."
"Nay, lad, I did not come a-begging. I have set some of my rogues to dig rabbits; but as I live, young Colbrand, you may thank your stars that you are alive to-day to eat. Poor young Cheek--Sir John Cheek, the grammarian"s son--got his quittance last night by a Spanish pike, rushing headlong on, just as you did. But have you seen your prisoner?"
"No; nor shall, while he is in Winter"s tent."
"Why not, then? What quarrel have you against the admiral, friend Bobadil? Cannot you let Francis Drake fight his own battles, without thrusting your head in between them?"
"Well, that is good! As if the quarrel was not just as much mine, and every man"s in the ship. Why, when he left Drake, he left us all, did he not?"
"And what if he did? Let bygones be bygones is the rule of a Christian, and of a wise man too, Amyas. Here the man is, at least, safe home, in favor and in power; and a prudent youth will just hold his tongue, mumchance, and swim with the stream."
"But that"s just what makes me mad; to see this fellow, after deserting us there in unknown seas, win credit and rank at home here for being the first man who ever sailed back through the Straits. What had he to do with sailing back at all! As well make the fox a knight for being the first that ever jumped down a jakes to escape the hounds. The fiercer the flight the fouler the fear, say I."
"Amyas! Amyas! thou art a hard hitter, but a soft politician."
"I am no politician, Captain Raleigh, nor ever wish to be. An honest man"s my friend, and a rogue"s my foe; and I"ll tell both as much, as long as I breathe."
"And die a poor saint," said Raleigh, laughing. "But if Winter invites you to his tent himself, you won"t refuse to come?"
"Why, no, considering his years and rank; but he knows too well to do that."
"He knows too well not to do it," said Raleigh, laughing as he walked away. And verily in half-an-hour came an invitation, extracted of course, from the admiral by Raleigh"s silver tongue, which Amyas could not but obey.
"We all owe you thanks for last night"s service, sir," said Winter, who had for some good reasons changed his tone. "Your prisoner is found to be a gentleman of birth and experience, and the leader of the a.s.sault last night. He has already told us more than we had hoped, for which also we are beholden to you; and, indeed, my Lord Grey has been asking for you already."
"I have, young sir," said a quiet and lofty voice; and Amyas saw limping from the inner tent the proud and stately figure of the stern deputy, Lord Grey of Wilton, a brave and wise man, but with a naturally harsh temper, which had been soured still more by the wound which had crippled him, while yet a boy, at the battle of Leith. He owed that limp to Mary Queen of Scots; and he did not forget the debt.
"I have been asking for you; having heard from many, both of your last night"s prowess, and of your conduct and courage beyond the promise of your years, displayed in that ever-memorable voyage, which may well be ranked with the deeds of the ancient Argonauts."
Amyas bowed low; and the lord deputy went on, "You will needs wish to see your prisoner. You will find him such a one as you need not be ashamed to have taken, and as need not be ashamed to have been taken by you: but here he is, and will, I doubt not, answer as much for himself. Know each other better, gentlemen both: last night was an ill one for making acquaintances. Don Guzman Maria Magdalena Sotomayor de Soto, know the hidalgo, Amyas Leigh!"
As he spoke, the Spaniard came forward, still in his armor, all save his head, which was bound up in a handkerchief.
He was an exceedingly tall and graceful personage, of that sangre azul which marked high Visigothic descent; golden-haired and fair- skinned, with hands as small and white as a woman"s; his lips were delicate but thin, and compressed closely at the corners of the mouth; and his pale blue eye had a gla.s.sy dulness. In spite of his beauty and his carriage, Amyas shrank from him instinctively; and yet he could not help holding out his hand in return, as the Spaniard, holding out his, said languidly, in most sweet and sonorous Spanish-- "I kiss his hands and feet. The senor speaks, I am told, my native tongue?"
"I have that honor."
"Then accept in it (for I can better express myself therein than in English, though I am not altogether ignorant of that witty and learned language) the expression of my pleasure at having fallen into the hands of one so renowned in war and travel; and of one also," he added, glancing at Amyas"s giant bulk, "the vastness of whose strength, beyond that of common mortality, makes it no more shame for me to have been overpowered and carried away by him than if my captor had been a paladin of Charlemagne"s."
Honest Amyas bowed and stammered, a little thrown off his balance by the unexpected a.s.surance and cool flattery of his prisoner; but he said-- "If you are satisfied, ill.u.s.trious senor, I am bound to be so. I only trust that in my hurry and the darkness I have not hurt you unnecessarily."
The Don laughed a pretty little hollow laugh: "No, kind senor, my head, I trust, will after a few days have become united to my shoulders; and, for the present, your company will make me forget any slight discomfort."
"Pardon me, senor; but by this daylight I should have seen that armor before."
"I doubt it not, senor, as having been yourself also in the forefront of the battle," said the Spaniard, with a proud smile.
"If I am right, senor, you are he who yesterday held up the standard after it was shot down."
"I do not deny that undeserved honor; and I have to thank the courtesy of you and your countrymen for having permitted me to do so with impunity."
"Ah, I heard of that brave feat," said the lord deputy. "You should consider yourself, Mr. Leigh, honored by being enabled to show courtesy to such a warrior."
How long this interchange of solemn compliments, of which Amyas was getting somewhat weary, would have gone on, I know not; but at that moment Raleigh entered hastily-- "My lord, they have hung out a white flag, and are calling for a parley!"
The Spaniard turned pale, and felt for his sword, which was gone; and then, with a bitter laugh, murmured to himself--"As I expected."
"I am very sorry to hear it. Would to Heaven they had simply fought it out!" said Lord Grey, half to himself; and then, "Go, Captain Raleigh, and answer them that (saving this gentleman"s presence) the laws of war forbid a parley with any who are leagued with rebels against their lawful sovereign."
"But what if they wish to treat for this gentleman"s ransom?"
"For their own, more likely," said the Spaniard; "but tell them, on my part, senor, that Don Guzman refuses to be ransomed; and will return to no camp where the commanding officer, unable to infect his captains with his own cowardice, dishonors them against their will."
"You speak sharply, senor," said Winter, after Raleigh had gone out.
"I have reason, Senor Admiral, as you will find, I fear, erelong."
"We shall have the honor of leaving you here, for the present, sir, as Admiral Winter"s guest," said the lord deputy.
"But not my sword, it seems."
"Pardon me, senor; but no one has deprived you of your sword," said Winter.
"I don"t wish to pain you, sir," said Amyas, "but I fear that we were both careless enough to leave it behind last night."
A flash pa.s.sed over the Spaniard"s face, which disclosed terrible depths of fury and hatred beneath that quiet mask, as the summer lightning displays the black abysses of the thunder-storm; but like the summer lightning it pa.s.sed almost unseen; and blandly as ever, he answered: "I can forgive you for such a neglect, most valiant sir, more easily than I can forgive myself. Farewell, sir! One who has lost his sword is no fit company for you." And as Amyas and the rest departed, he plunged into the inner tent, stamping and writhing, gnawing his hands with rage and shame.
As Amyas came out on the battery, Yeo hailed him: "Master Amyas! Hillo, sir! For the love of Heaven, tell me!"
"What, then?"
"Is his lordship stanch? Will he do the Lord"s work faithfully, root and branch: or will he spare the Amalekites?"
"The latter, I think, old hip-and-thigh," said Amyas, hurrying forward to hear the news from Raleigh, who appeared in sight once more.
"They ask to depart with bag and baggage," said he, when he came up.
"G.o.d do so to me, and more also, if they carry away a straw!" said Lord Grey. "Make short work of it, sir!"
"I do not know how that will be, my lord; as I came up a captain shouted to me off the walls that there were mutineers; and, denying that he surrendered, would have pulled down the flag of truce, but the soldiers beat him off."
"A house divided against itself will not stand long, gentlemen. Tell them that I give no conditions. Let them lay down their arms, and trust in the Bishop of Rome who sent them hither, and may come to save them if he wants them. Gunners, if you see the white flag go down, open your fire instantly. Captain Raleigh, we need your counsel here. Mr. Cary, will you be my herald this time?"
"A better Protestant never went on a pleasanter errand, my lord."
So Cary went, and then ensued an argument, as to what should be done with the prisoners in case of a surrender.
I cannot tell whether my Lord Grey meant, by offering conditions which the Spaniards would not accept, to force them into fighting the quarrel out, and so save himself the responsibility of deciding on their fate; or whether his mere natural stubbornness, as well as his just indignation, drove him on too far to retract: but the council of war which followed was both a sad and a stormy one, and one which he had reason to regret to his dying day. What was to be done with the enemy? They already outnumbered the English; and some fifteen hundred of Desmond"s wild Irish hovered in the forests round, ready to side with the winning party, or even to attack the English at the least sign of vacillation or fear. They could not carry the Spaniards away with them, for they had neither shipping nor food, not even handcuffs enough for them; and as Mackworth told Winter when he proposed it, the only plan was for him to make San Josepho a present of his ships, and swim home himself as he could. To turn loose in Ireland, as Captain Touch urged, on the other hand, seven hundred such monsters of lawlessness, cruelty, and l.u.s.t, as Spanish and Italian condottieri were in those days, was as fatal to their own safety as cruel to the wretched Irish. All the captains, without exception, followed on the same side. "What was to be done, then?" asked Lord Grey, impatiently. "Would they have him murder them all in cold blood?"
And for a while every man, knowing that it must come to that, and yet not daring to say it; till Sir Warham St. Leger, the marshal of Munster, spoke out stoutly: "Foreigners had been scoffing them too long and too truly with waging these Irish wars as if they meant to keep them alive, rather than end them. Mercy and faith to every Irishman who would show mercy and faith, was his motto; but to invaders, no mercy. Ireland was England"s vulnerable point; it might be some day her ruin; a terrible example must be made of those who dare to touch the sore. Rather pardon the Spaniards for landing in the Thames than in Ireland!"--till Lord Grey became much excited, and turning as a last hope to Raleigh, asked his opinion: but Raleigh"s silver tongue was that day not on the side of indulgence. He skilfully recapitulated the arguments of his fellow-captains, improving them as he went on, till each worthy soldier was surprised to find himself so much wiser a man than he had thought; and finished by one of his rapid and pa.s.sionate perorations upon his favorite theme--the West Indian cruelties of the Spaniards, "... by which great tracts and fair countries are now utterly stripped of inhabitants by heavy bondage and torments unspeakable. Oh, witless Islanders!" said he, apostrophizing the Irish, "would to Heaven that you were here to listen to me! What other fate awaits you, if this viper, which you are so ready to take into your bosom, should be warmed to life, but to groan like the Indians, slaves to the Spaniard; but to perish like the Indians, by heavy burdens, cruel chains, plunder and ravishment; scourged, racked, roasted, stabbed, sawn in sunder, cast to feed the dogs, as simple and more righteous peoples have perished ere now by millions? And what else, I say, had been the fate of Ireland had this invasion prospered, which G.o.d has now, by our weak hands, confounded and brought to naught? Shall we then answer it, my lord, either to our conscience, our G.o.d, or our queen, if we shall set loose men (not one of whom, I warrant, but is stained with murder on murder) to go and fill up the cup of their iniquity among these silly sheep? Have not their native wolves, their barbarous chieftains, shorn, peeled, and slaughtered them enough already, but we must add this pack of foreign wolves to the number of their tormentors, and fit the Desmond with a body-guard of seven, yea, seven hundred devils worse than himself? Nay, rather let us do violence to our own human nature, and show ourselves in appearance rigorous, that we may be kind indeed; lest while we presume to be over-merciful to the guilty, we prove ourselves to be over-cruel to the innocent."
"Captain Raleigh, Captain Raleigh," said Lord Grey, "the blood of these men be on your head!"
"It ill befits your lordship," answered Raleigh, "to throw on your subordinates the blame of that which your reason approves as necessary."
"I should have thought, sir, that one so noted for ambition as Captain Raleigh would have been more careful of the favor of that queen for whose smiles he is said to be so longing a compet.i.tor. If you have not yet been of her counsels, sir, I can tell you you are not likely to be. She will be furious when she hears of this cruelty."
Lord Grey had lost his temper: but Raleigh kept his, and answered quietly-- "Her majesty shall at least not find me among the number of those who prefer her favor to her safety, and abuse to their own profit that over-tenderness and mercifulness of heart which is the only blemish (and yet, rather like a mole on a fair cheek, but a new beauty) in her manifold perfections."
At this juncture Cary returned.
"My lord," said he, in some confusion, "I have proposed your terms; but the captains still entreat for some mitigation; and, to tell you truth, one of them has insisted on accompanying me hither to plead his cause himself."
"I will not see him, sir. Who is he?"
"His name is Sebastian of Modena, my lord."
"Sebastian of Modena? What think you, gentlemen? May we make an exception in favor of so famous a soldier?"
"So villainous a cut-throat," said Zouch to Raleigh, under his breath.
All, however, were for speaking with so famous a man; and in came, in full armor, a short, bull-necked Italian, evidently of immense strength, of the true Caesar Borgia stamp.
"Will you please to be seated, sir?" said Lord Grey, coldly.
"I kiss your hands, most ill.u.s.trious: but I do not sit in an enemy"s camp. Ha, my friend Zouch! How has your signoria fared since we fought side by side at Lepanto? So you too are here, sitting in council on the hanging of me."
"What is your errand, sir? Time is short," said the lord deputy.
"Corpo di Bacco! It has been long enough all the morning, for my rascals have kept me and my friend the Colonel Hercules (whom you know, doubtless) prisoners in our tents at the pike"s point. My lord deputy, I have but a few words. I shall thank you to take every soldier in the fort--Italian, Spaniard, and Irish--and hang them up as high as Haman, for a set of mutinous cowards, with the arch-traitor San Josepho at their head."
"I am obliged to you for your offer, sir, and shall deliberate presently as to whether I shall not accept it."
"But as for us captains, really your excellency must consider that we are gentlemen born, and give us either buena querra, as the Spaniards say, or a fair chance for life; and so to my business."
"Stay, sir. Answer this first. Have you or yours any commission to show either from the King of Spain or any other potentate?"
"Never a one but the cause of Heaven and our own swords. And with them, my lord, we are ready to meet any gentlemen of your camp, man to man, with our swords only, half-way between your leaguer and ours; and I doubt not that your lordship will see fair play. Will any gentleman accept so civil an offer? There sits a tall youth in that corner who would suit me very well. Will any fit my gallant comrades with half-an-hour"s punto and stoccado?"
There was a silence, all looking at the lord deputy, whose eyes were kindling in a very ugly way.
"No answer? Then I must proceed to exhortation. So! Will that be sufficient?"
And walking composedly across the tent, the fearless ruffian quietly stooped down, and smote Amyas Leigh full in the face.
Up sprang Amyas, heedless of all the august a.s.sembly, and with a single buffet felled him to the earth.
"Excellent!" said he, rising unabashed. "I can always trust my instinct. I knew the moment I saw him that he was a cavalier worth letting blood. Now, sir, your sword and harness, and I am at your service outside!"
The solemn and sententious Englishmen were altogether taken aback by the Italian"s impudence; but Zouch settled the matter.
"Most n.o.ble captain, will you be pleased to recollect a certain little occurrence at Messina, in the year 1575? For if you do not, I do; and beg to inform this gentleman that you are unworthy of his sword, and had you, unluckily for you, been an Englishman, would have found the fashions of our country so different from your own that you would have been then hanged, sir, and probably may be so still."
The Italian"s sword flashed out in a moment: but Lord Grey interfered.
"No fighting here, gentlemen. That may wait; and, what is more, shall wait till--Strike their swords down, Raleigh, Mackworth! Strike their swords down! Colonel Sebastian, you will be pleased to return as you came, in safety, having lost nothing, as (I frankly tell you) you have gained nothing, by your wild bearing here. We shall proceed to deliberate on your fate."
"I trust, my lord," said Amyas, "that you will spare this braggart"s life, at least for a day or two. For in spite of Captain Zouch"s warning, I must have to do with him yet, or my cheek will rise up in judgment against me at the last day."
"Well spoken, lad," said the colonel, as he swung out. "So! worth a reprieve, by this sword, to have one more rapier-rattle before the gallows! Then I take back no further answer, my lord deputy? Not even our swords, our virgin blades, signor, the soldier"s cherished bride? Shall we go forth weeping widowers, and leave to strange embrace the lovely steel?"
"None, sir, by heaven!" said he, waxing wroth. "Do you come hither, pirates as you are, to dictate terms upon a foreign soil? Is it not enough to have set up here the Spanish flag, and claimed the land of Ireland as the Pope"s gift to the Spaniard; violated the laws of nations, and the solemn treaties of princes, under color of a mad superst.i.tion?"
"Superst.i.tion, my lord? Nothing less. Believe a philosopher who has not said a pater or an ave for seven years past at least. Quod tango credo, is my motto; and though I am bound to say, under pain of the Inquisition, that the most holy Father the Pope has given this land of Ireland to his most Catholic Majesty the King of Spain, Queen Elizabeth having forfeited her t.i.tle to it by heresy,-- why, my lord, I believe it as little as you do. I believe that Ireland would have been mine, if I had won it; I believe religiously that it is not mine, now I have lost it. What is, is, and a fig for priests; to-day to thee, to-morrow to me. Addio!" And out he swung "There goes a most gallant rascal," said the lord deputy.
"And a most rascally gallant," said Zouch. "The murder of his own page, of which I gave him a remembrancer, is among the least of his sins."
"And now, Captain Raleigh," said Lord Grey, as you have been so earnest in preaching this butchery, I have a right to ask none but you to practise it."
Raleigh bit his lip, and replied by the "quip courteous--"
"I am at least a man, my lord, who thinks it shame to allow others to do that which I dare not do myself."
Lord Grey might probably have returned "the countercheck quarrelsome," had not Mackworth risen-- "And I, my lord, being in that matter at least one of Captain Raleigh"s kidney, will just go with him to see that he takes no harm by being bold enough to carry out an ugly business, and serving these rascals as their countrymen served Mr. Oxenham."
"I bid you good morning, then, gentlemen, though I cannot bid you G.o.d speed," said Lord Grey; and sitting down again, covered his face with his hands, and, to the astonishment of all bystanders, burst, say the chroniclers, into tears.
Amyas followed Raleigh out. The latter was pale, but determined, and very wroth against the deputy.
"Does the man take me for a hangman," said he, "that he speaks to me thus? But such is the way of the great. If you neglect your duty, they haul you over the coals; if you do it, you must do it on your own responsibility. Farewell, Amyas; you will not shrink from me as a butcher when I return?"