Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
And now Lily wept, first for joy because of my good fortune, and then
for sorrow because I had not come with my treasure, and when he had
seen all and heard the deeds read by virtue of which Lily was a rich
woman whether I lived or died, the Squire her father swore aloud and
said that he had always thought well of me, and kissed his daughter,
wishing her joy of her luck. In short all were pleased except my
brother, who left the house without a word and straightway took to evil
courses. For now the cup was dashed from his lips, seeing that having
come into my father’s lands, he had brought it about that Lily was to
be married to him by might if no other means would serve. For even now
a man can force his daughter into marriage while she is under age, and
Squire Bozard was not one to shrink from such a deed, holding as he did
that a woman’s fancies were of no account. But on this day, so great is
the power of gold, there was no more talk of her marrying any man
except myself, indeed her father would have held her back from such a
thing had she shown a mind to it, seeing that then Lily would have lost
the wealth which I had settled on her. But all talked loudly of my
madness because I would not abandon the chase of my enemy but chose to
follow him to the far Indies, though Squire Bozard took comfort from
the thought that whether I lived or died the money was still his
daughter’s. Only Lily spoke up for me, saying “Thomas has sworn an oath
and he does well to keep it, for his honour is at stake. Now I go to
wait until he comes to me in this world or the next.”
But all this is out of place, for many a year passed away before I
heard of these doings.
CHAPTER XI
THE LOSS OF THE CARAK
On the day after I had given my fortune and letters into the charge of
Captain Bell, I watched the “Adventuress” drop slowly round the mole of
Cadiz, and so sad was I at heart, that I am not ashamed to confess I
wept. I would gladly have lost the wealth she carried if she had but
carried me. But my purpose was indomitable, and it must be some other
ship that would bear me home to the shores of England.
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