De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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I was silent, giving him a glance of contempt, which only excited his
laughter, and calling to his companions, he bade them look at the
proud Frenchman. Patience was the only remedy; and still maintaining
my silence, though I own it cost me no small effort, I suffered them
to lead me on, with many a taunt and insult, till we arrived at the
port and arsenal. Here I was dragged through two large courts, and
conducted into a stone hall, where I was subjected, for near an hour,
to the insolent jeering of the soldiery, while the Count de Saint
Colomma, then Viceroy, finished his breakfast.
To all they could say, however, I answered nothing, which enraged them
more than anything I could have replied.
"Have you cut out his tongue, Hernan?" asked one of the soldiers.
"No," replied the other, "though he well deserves it; I spared it to
speak to the Viceroy."
"Slit it then, as they do the magpies to make them speak," said a
third.
"Ob, the viceroy will find him a tongue," replied the first. "Mind you
that sullen boor, that would not betray the conspiracy at Taragona;
and how the Count of Molino, who then commanded our _tercia_, found a
way to make him speak?"
"How was that?" demanded one of the others; "I served in the tenth
_legero_ then, and was not present."
"Why, he made us tie him on a table," answered the first, "and then
fix a nice wet napkin over his face, pricking some holes in it,
however, or it would have smothered him altogether, they say. As it
was, every breath was like the gasp of a dying man, it was so hard to
draw it through the cloth! and one might see his fists clenching with
the agony, and his feet drawn up every time we poured a fresh ladleful
of water over his face. Every now and then, Don Antonio told him to
stretch out his hand when he would confess; but he bore it stoutly,
till the blood began to ooze out of his eyes and ears, and then he
could not hold to it any longer, but stretched out his hand, and
betrayed the whole story; after which, the conde was merciful, and had
him hanged without more ado."
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