第49章

类别:其他 作者:Haggard, H。 Rider字数:4402更新时间:18/12/26 16:43:37
lookedathiminhisdarkSpanishbeauty,hisrichgarmentsdeckedwithchainsofgold,ashebowedbeforeCorteshatinhand,IwasfaintoconfessthatIhadneverseenamoregallantcavalier,oronewhoseaspectgavetheliesowhollytotheblackheartwithin。 Butknowinghimforwhathewas,myverybloodquiveredwithhateatthesightofhim,andwhenIthoughtofmyownimpotenceandoftheerrandonwhichhehadcome,IgroundmyteethandcursedthedaythatIwasborn。 AsfordeGarcia,hegreetedmewithalittlecruelsmile,thenspoketoCortes。 ’Yourpleasure,general?’ ’Greetingtoyou,comrade,’answeredCortes。 ’Youknowthisrenegade?’ ’Buttoowell,general。 Threetimeshehasstriventomurderme。’ ’Well,youhaveescapedanditisyourhournow,Sarceda。 Hesaysthathehasaquarrelwithyou;whatisit?’ DeGarciahesitated,strokinghispeakedbeard,thenanswered:’I amlothtotellitbecauseitisataleoferrorforwhichIhaveoftensorrowedanddonepenance。 YetIwillspeakforfearyoushouldthinkworseofmethanIdeserve。 Thismanhassomecausetomislikeme,sincetobefrank,whenIwasyoungerthanIamto- dayandgiventothefolliesofyouth,itchancedthatinEnglandI methismother,abeautifulSpanishladywhobyillfortunewasweddedtoanEnglishman,thisman’sfatherandaclownofclowns,whomaltreatedher。 Iwillbeshort;theladylearnedtolovemeandIworstedherhusbandinaduel。 Hencethistraitor’shateofme。’ Iheardandthoughtthatmyheartmustburstwithfury。 Toallhiswickednessandoffencesagainstme,deGarcianowhadaddedslanderofmydeadmother’shonour。 ’Youlie,murderer,’Igasped,tearingattheropesthatboundme。 ’Imustaskyoutoprotectmefromsuchinsult,general,’deGarciaansweredcoldly。 ’Weretheprisonerworthyofmysword,Iwouldaskfurtherthathisbondsshouldbeloosedforalittlespace,butmyhonourwouldbetarnishedforeverwereItofightwithsuchashe。’ ’DaretospeakthusoncemoretoagentlemanofSpain,’saidCortescoldly,’and,youheathendog,yourtongueshallbedraggedfromyouwithred-hotpincers。 Foryou,Sarceda,Ithankyouforyourconfidence。 Ifyouhavenoworsecrimethanaloveaffairuponyoursoul,IthinkthatourgoodchaplainOlmedowillfrankyouthroughthepurgatorialfires。 Butwewastewordsandtime。 ThismanhasthesecretofthetreasureofGuatemocandofMontezuma。 IfGuatemocandhisnobleswillnottellit,heatleastmaybeforcedtospeak,forthetormentsthatanIndiancanendurewithoutagroanwillsoonbringtruthbubblingfromthelipsofthiswhiteheathen。 Takehim,Sarceda,andhearken,lethimbeyourespecialcare。 Firstlethimsufferwiththeothers,andafterwards,shouldheproveobdurate,alone。 ThemethodIleavetoyou。 Shouldheconfess,summonme。’ ’Pardonme,general,butthisisnotaskforanhidalgoofSpain。 Ihavebeenmorewonttopiercemyenemieswiththeswordthantotearthemwithpincers,’saiddeGarcia,butashespokeIsawagleamoftriumphshineinhisblackeyes,andheardtheringoftriumphthroughthemockangerofhisvoice。 ’Iknowit,comrade。 Butthismustbedone;thoughIhateit,itmustbedone,thereisnootherway。 Thegoldisnecessarytome—— bytheMotherofGod!theknavessaythatIhavestolenit!——andI doubtthesestubbornIndiandogswilleverspeak,howevergreattheiragony。 ThismanknowsandIgivehimovertoyoubecauseyouareacquaintedwithhiswickedness,andthatknowledgewillsteelyourheartagainstallpity。 Sparenot,comrade;rememberthathemustbeforcedtospeak。’ ’Itisyourcommand,Cortes,andIwillobeyit,thoughIlovethetasklittle;withoneproviso,however,thatyougivemeyourwarrantinwriting。’ ’Itshallbemadeoutatonce,’answeredthegeneral。 ’Andnowawaywithhim。’ ’Whereto?’ ’Totheprisonthathehasleft。 Allisreadyandtherehewillfindhiscomrades。’ ThenaguardwassummonedandIwasdraggedbacktomyownplace,deGarciasayingasIwentthathewouldbewithmepresently。 AtfirstIwasnottakenintothechamberthatIhadleft,butplacedinalittleroomopeningoutofitwheretheguardslept。 HereIwaitedawhile,boundhandandfootandwatchedbytwosoldierswithdrawnswords。 AsIwaited,tornbyrageandfear,I heardthenoiseofhammeringthroughthewall,followedbyasoundofgroans。 Atlengththesuspensecametoanend;adoorwasopened,andtwofierceTlascalanIndianscamethroughitandseizedmebythehairandears,draggingmethusintomyownchamber。 ’Poordevil!’IheardoneoftheSpanishsoldierssayasIwent。 ’Apostateorno,Iamsorryforhim;thisisbloodywork。’ ThenthedoorclosedandIwasintheplaceoftorment。 Theroomwasdarkened,foraclothhadbeenhunginfrontofthewindowbars,butitsgloomwasrelievedbycertainfiresthatburnedinbraziers。 ItwasbythelightofthesefireschieflythatIsawthesight。 Onthefloorofthechamberwereplacedthreesolidchairs,oneofthemempty。 TheothertwowerefilledbynoneotherthanGuatemoc,EmperoroftheAztecs,andbyhisfriendandminethecaciqueofTacuba。 Theywereboundinthechairs,theburningbrazierswereplacedattheirfeet,behindthemstoodaclerkwithpaperandaninkhorn,andaroundthemIndianswerebusyatsomedreadfultask,directedtoitbytwoSpanishsoldiers。 NearthethirdchairstoodanotherSpaniardwhoasyettooknopartintheplay;itwasdeGarcia。 AsIlooked,anIndianliftedoneofthebraziersandseizingthenakedfootoftheTacubanprince,thrustitdownupontheglowingcoals。 Forawhiletherewassilence,thentheTacubanbrokeintogroans。 Guatemocturnedhisheadtowardshimandspoke,andashespokeIsawthathisfootalsowasrestingintheflamesofabrazier。 ’Whydoyoucomplain,friend,’ hesaid,inasteadyvoice,’whenIkeepsilence? AmIthentakingmypleasureinabed? Followmenowasalways,friend,andbesilentbeneathyoursufferings。’ Theclerkwrotedownhiswords,forIheardthequillscratchingonthepaper,andashewrote,Guatemocturnedhisheadandsawme。 Hisfacewasgreywithpain,stillhespokeasahundredtimesI hadheardhimspeakatcouncil,slowlyandclearly。 ’Alas!areyoualsohere,myfriendTeule?’hesaid;’Ihopedthattheyhadsparedyou。 SeehowtheseSpaniardskeepfaith。 Malinchesworetotreatmewithallhonour;beholdhowhehonoursme,withhotcoalsformyfeetandpincersformyflesh。 Theythinkthatwehaveburiedtreasure,Teule,andwouldwringitssecretfromus。 Youknowthatitisalie。 Ifwehadtreasurewouldwenotgiveitgladlytoourconquerors,thegod-bornsonsofQuetzal? Youknowthatthereisnothingleftexcepttheruinsofourcitiesandthebonesofourdead。’ Hereheceasedsuddenly,forthedemonwhotormentedhimstruckhimacrossthemouthsaying,’Silence,dog。’ ButIunderstood,andIsworeinmyheartthatIwoulddieereI revealedmybrother’ssecret。 ThiswasthelasttriumphthatGuatemoccouldwin,tokeephisgoldfromthegraspofthegreedySpaniard,andthatvictoryatleastheshouldnotlosethroughme。 SoIswore,andverysoonmyoathmustbeputtothetest,foratamotionfromdeGarciatheTlascalansseizedmeandboundmetothethirdchair。 ThenhespokeintomyearinCastilian:’StrangearethewaysofProvidence,CousinWingfield。 Youhavehuntedmeacrosstheworld,andseveraltimeswehavemet,alwaystoyoursorrow。 IthoughtI hadyouintheslaveship,Ithoughtthatthesharkshadyouinthewater,butsomehowyouescapedmewhomyoucametohunt。 WhenI knewitIgrieved,butnowIgrievenomore,forIseethatyouwerereservedforthismoment。 CousinWingfield,itshallgohardifyouescapemethistime,andyetIthinkthatweshallspendsomedaystogetherbeforewepart。 NowIwillbecourteouswithyou。 Youmayhaveachoiceofevils。 Howshallwebegin? Theresourcesatmycommandarenotallthatwecouldwish,alas!theHolyOfficeisnotyetherewithitsunholyarmoury,butstillI havedonemybest。 Thesefellowsdonotunderstandtheirart:hotcoalsaretheironlyinspiration。 I,yousee,haveseveral,’andhepointedtovariousinstrumentsoftorture。 ’Whichwillyouselect?’ Imadenoanswer,forIhaddeterminedthatIwouldspeaknowordandutternocry,dowhattheymightwithme。 ’Letmethink,letmethink,’wentondeGarcia,smoothinghisbeard。 ’Ah,Ihaveit。 Here,slaves。’ NowIwillnotrenewmyownagonies,orawakethehorrorofanywhomaychancetoreadwhatIhavewrittenbydescribingwhatbefellmeafterthis。 Sufficeittosaythatfortwohoursandmorethisdevil,helpedinhistaskbytheTlascalans,workedhiswickedwilluponme。 Onebyonetormentswereadministeredtomewithaskillandingenuitythatcannotoftenhavebeensurpassed,andwhenattimesIfaintedIwasrecoveredbycoldwaterbeingdasheduponmeandspiritspoureddownmythroat。 Andyet,Isayitwithsomepride,duringthosetwodreadfulhoursIutterednogroanhowevergreatmysufferings,andspokenowordgoodorbad。 NorwasitonlybodilypainthatImustbear,forallthiswhilemyenemymockedmewithbitterwords,whichtormentedmysoulashisinstrumentsandhotcoalstormentedmybody。 Atlengthhepausedexhausted,andcursedmeforanobstinatepigofanEnglishman,andatthatmomentCortesenteredtheshamblesandwithhimMarina。 ’Howgoesit?’hesaidlightly,thoughhisfaceturnedpaleatthesightofhorror。 ’ThecaciqueofTacubahasconfessedthatgoldisburiedinhisgarden,theothertwohavesaidnothing,general,’theclerkanswered,glancingdownhispaper。 ’Bravemen,indeed!’IheardCortesmuttertohimself;thensaidaloud,’Letthecaciquebecarriedto-morrowtothegardenofwhichhespeaks,thathemaypointoutthegold。 Asfortheothertwo,ceasetormentingthemforthisday。 Perhapstheymayfindanothermindbeforeto-morrow。 Itrustso,fortheirownsakesItrustso!’ ThenhedrewtothecorneroftheroomandconsultedwithSarcedaandtheothertorturers,leavingMarinafacetofacewithGuatemocandwithme。 Forawhileshestaredattheprinceasthoughinhorror,thenastrangelightcameintoherbeautifuleyes,andshespoketohiminalowvoice,sayingintheAztectongue: