Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of MexicoBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
History
Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Juvenile fiction
He went through the archway, Roger and Peter coming close on his heels,
the former cool and unruffled, while Peter grew hot with uneasiness; for
he had fears lest this attack upon the Frenchman should lead to trouble,
and lest King Henry the Eighth, whose reputation was well known, should
take a fancy to the plaque and insist on keeping it. However, they had
little cause to be nervous, for King Hal on this fine morning was in the
best of humour.
"Show this relic, rascal," he said, as he stood beside the earl in a
window niche, "and relate how it came into your hands, leaving nothing
of the incidents of the fight to be imagined. By my faith, Essex, 'tis a
giant you have here, this crossbow man--or youth, I should have said.
How old is the lad?"
He directed his last question at Roger, who fell on his knee, and
answered.
"Eighteen! Then England need have little fear while she continues to
possess such sons. A fine body-servant, Essex."
"And an interpreter, sire. He and his father were in service with our
mission at the Court of Spain some years ago."
For an instant a cloud swept across the brow of the king, for at this
time he still remembered the opposition he had met with regard to his
cherished wish for a separation from his queen, Catharine of Aragon.
Then he stretched out a hand, and took the plaque from Peter.
"A sea dog," he said, in his blunt, loud tones, staring at the sailor,
while the latter quaked; "a sea dog who has fought and won, and fought
and lost many a time. Is it not so?"
"And who hopes to fight again, as it please your Majesty. There is news
here which would give fighting to many a man of yours, and some wealth
besides. The Indies are filled with pearls and gold."
"And you would have me take them from my brother of Spain?"
There was a half-smile on the lips of the king as he spoke, and thus
encouraged, Peter, who had now lost some little of his nervousness,
related all that he knew, and told how the plaque had come to his hands.
"I once fell in with a Spaniard who had served in the Indies," he added.
"He had been driven from Spain because of some offence to the Church,
and therefore he did not hesitate to tell me what he had seen. There are
thousands of undiscovered leagues yet, and it may be that some few might
come to the hands of the mighty king of England. There are men on the
sea who could do for you what these others have done and are now doing
for Ferdinand of Spain, if only the permission were given them, and the
money with which to purchase ships and stores at their hand."
"The rascal tempts me to become an adventurer," laughed the king,
looking closely at the plaque. "But let us hear about this engraving of
the sun. 'Tis marvellously wrought, and like you, Essex, I see
buildings, roads, and beasts, and boats upon the water. Let the
interpreter tell us of the writing."
With a nod Roger was beckoned forward, and at once translated, his
fluency delighting the king.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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