Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
“Peace! now is no time for such talk of love and maids,” said my
father, “and listen. This is the tale of the Spanish murderer and your
mother. I have said nothing of it heretofore, but now it must out. When
I was a lad it happened that I also went to Spain because my father
willed it. I went to a monastery at Seville, but I had no liking for
monks and their ways, and I broke out from the monastery. For a year or
more I made my living as I best might, for I feared to return to
England as a runaway. Still I made a living and not a bad one, now in
this way and now in that, but though I am ashamed to say it, mostly by
gaming, at which I had great luck. One night I met this man Juan de
Garcia—for in his hate he gave you his true name when he would have
stabbed you—at play. Even then he had an evil fame, though he was
scarcely more than a lad, but he was handsome in person, set high in
birth, and of a pleasing manner. It chanced that he won of me at the
dice, and being in a good humour, he took me to visit at the house of
his aunt, his uncle’s widow, a lady of Seville. This aunt had one
child, a daughter, and that daughter was your mother. Now your mother,
Luisa de Garcia, was affianced to her cousin Juan de Garcia, not with
her own will indeed, for the contract had been signed when she was only
eight years old. Still it was binding, more binding indeed than in this
country, being a marriage in all except in fact. But those women who
are thus bound for the most part bear no wife’s love in their hearts,
and so it was with your mother. Indeed she both hated and feared her
cousin Juan, though I think that he loved her more than anything on
earth, and by one pretext and another she contrived to bring him to an
agreement that no marriage should be celebrated till she was full
twenty years of age. But the colder she was to him, the more was he
inflamed with desire to win her and also her possessions, which were
not small, for like all Spaniards he was passionate, and like most
gamesters and men of evil life, much in want of money.
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