Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
As it chanced, a large Spanish _carak_ named “Las Cinque Llagas,” or
“The Five Wounds,” was about to sail for Hispaniola, and having
obtained a licence to trade, I took passage in her under my assumed
name of d’Aila, passing myself off as a merchant. To further this
deception I purchased goods the value of one hundred and five pesos,
and of such nature as I was informed were most readily saleable in the
Indies, which merchandise I shipped with me. The vessel was full of
Spanish adventurers, mostly ruffians of varied career and strange
history, but none the less good companions enough when not in drink. By
this time I could speak Castilian so perfectly, and was so Spanish in
appearance, that it was not difficult for me to pass myself off as one
of their nation and this I did, inventing a feigned tale of my
parentage, and of the reasons that led me to tempt the seas. For the
rest, now as ever I kept my own counsel, and notwithstanding my
reserve, for I would not mingle in their orgies, I soon became well
liked by my comrades, chiefly because of my skill in ministering to
their sicknesses.
Of our voyage there is little to tell except of its sad end. At the
Canary Isles we stayed a month, and then sailed away for Hispaniola,
meeting with fine weather but light winds. When, as our captain
reckoned, we were within a week’s sail of the port of San Domingo for
which we were bound, the weather changed, and presently gathered to a
furious tempest from the north that grew more terrible every hour. For
three days and nights our cumbrous vessel groaned and laboured beneath
the stress of the gale, that drove us on rapidly we knew not whither,
till at length it became clear that, unless the weather moderated, we
must founder. Our ship leaked at every seam, one of our masts was
carried away, and another broken in two, at a height of twenty feet
from the deck. But all these misfortunes were small compared to what
was to come, for on the fourth morning a great wave swept off our
rudder, and we drifted helpless before the waves. An hour later a green
sea came aboard of us, washing away the captain, so that we filled and
settled down to founder.
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