Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of MexicoBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Juvenile fiction
The news was excellent, almost too good to be true, and the relief to
Roger was immense. He gulped down the food hastily, and emptied the bowl
at a draught. Then he waited while Tamba went for a second supply, and
having seen him posted at the head of the stairs, and given strict
orders to him that he was to patrol round the terrace and watch every
side, he slipped off to the little chamber in which the two Mexicans
were seated, and pushed the curtain aside. Then he clambered over the
forms which had been placed to barricade the door, and was in the act of
seating himself when the noble and the priest rose to their feet. The
latter had hunted out a tiny oil lamp, and this afforded sufficient
light to show their features. Roger noticed with a thrill that the
priest no longer scowled, and rubbed his elbows, as if to remind himself
of his injuries. He made a deep obeisance, and spoke gravely.
"He says that you are a god, and that after this he will obey your
wishes," said the noble. "He speaks the words which I also think. Surely
you are a god, a different man from these others who have come here to
hunt us for our gold, and to take us into captivity."
"Tell him that I thank him, and am glad that he is prepared to be
friendly," said Roger, simply, motioning them to be seated, while he
threw himself on a lounge on which the priest on duty was wont to rest.
"Say, however, that I am no god; that there is but one God, the ruler of
the whole earth."
The noble nodded and repeated the words, at which the priest looked
pleased. Then they chatted together for a little while.
"It is as we thought," said the noble at length. "This Malinché has come
to us with a new religion, and holds these gods of ours in scorn. He
would do with them as he has done with those of another race close to
the sea coast, and would force us to adopt his religion, even at the
point of his lances. But we wait conviction, and we also have something
of this religion; for listen, Roger." He pronounced the word in a
strange accent, and looked our hero earnestly in the eyes. "We also know
that there is one God, who cares for all, whoever they may be, but we
also believe that there are others under Him. We worship them, and offer
sacrifices to them because we can see their images. The idols are before
us, while this other God is invisible. We do honour to Him through these
images which we have put on the towers, and we also pay respect to the
sun. Let these Spaniards prove that this is wrong, and we will listen to
their arguments. But we will not be forced into a belief which we do not
really feel. Let them show that these sacrifices are wrong."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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