Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
“Now to be brief, from the first moment that your mother and I set eyes
on each other we loved one another, and it was our one desire to meet
as often as might be; and in this we had no great difficulty, for her
mother also feared and hated Juan de Garcia, her nephew by marriage,
and would have seen her daughter clear of him if possible. The end of
it was that I told my love, and a plot was made between us that we
should fly to England. But all this had not escaped the ears of Juan,
who had spies in the household, and was jealous and revengeful as only
a Spaniard can be. First he tried to be rid of me by challenging me to
a duel, but we were parted before we could draw swords. Then he hired
bravos to murder me as I walked the streets at night, but I wore a
chain shirt beneath my doublet and their daggers broke upon it, and in
place of being slain I slew one of them. Twice baffled, de Garcia was
not defeated. Fight and murder had failed, but another and surer means
remained. I know not how, but he had won some clue to the history of my
life, and of how I had broken out from the monastery. It was left to
him, therefore, to denounce me to the Holy Office as a renegade and an
infidel, and this he did one night; it was the night before the day
when we should have taken ship. I was sitting with your mother and her
mother in their house at Seville, when six cowled men entered and
seized me without a word. When I prayed to know their purpose they gave
no other answer than to hold a crucifix before my eyes. Then I knew why
I was taken, and the women ceased clinging to me and fell back sobbing.
Secretly and silently I was hurried away to the dungeons of the Holy
Office, but of all that befell me there I will not stop to tell.
“Twice I was racked, once I was seared with hot irons, thrice I was
flogged with wire whips, and all this while I was fed on food such as
we should scarcely offer to a dog here in England. At length my offence
of having escaped from a monastery and sundry blasphemies, so-called,
being proved against me, I was condemned to death by fire.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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