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
For a little while they discussed the matter in low tones, their
conclusion being that their prisoner was undoubtedly an Englishman,
though as to his knowledge of Spanish they were more than doubtful.
However, their doubts were set at rest within a little while, while the
captain and his men went hot and cold at the thought of the easy revenge
which Roger might take; for already the tale of their losses, and of the
manner in which a huge force had been attacked, had been sent round the
camp in Tlascala. Roger was marched along the main street--a street
which, compared with ours of to-day, would still be awarded the prize
for general excellence of design, ample width and air space, and
accommodation for any possible amount of traffic, and was ushered into
the huge building over which the flag waved. In a courtyard behind, a
council of officers was sitting, and the guard and their captive came to
a halt opposite them. At once all eyes went to the tall figure of the
captive, while Roger himself allowed his gaze to wander calmly around
the circle, from the gaudily dressed native caciques and nobles in
their feather cloaks to the Spaniards. Lastly, his eye riveted itself
upon one of medium height, who occupied a central position. He was fair
for a Spaniard, though he had the usual swarthy complexion of the race.
But there was a certain dignity about this man which marked him as a
leader--a decision of manner which his lips, his nose, the set of his
chin, and the general poise of his head and body seemed to indicate. And
yet, though he had not said a word so far, and none had addressed him,
Roger felt sure that he was the redoubtable Fernando Cortes, the man who
had come to Cuba as a debtor, with nothing before him, and who, owing to
some little favour which the governor of that island had shown him, had
at length attained to the leadership of one of the numerous expeditions
which left the new Spanish possessions every year without a single
exception. The reader will recollect how that command had been snatched
away again within an hour almost of its having been given. And here
before him Roger saw the man who had dared so much, who had defied
authority, had so skilfully managed his men that they had fought and
clung to him even through adversity, while they had not grumbled when
his reckless and wilful act of destroying the fleet had left a paltry
five hundred Spaniards face to face with races already bitterly hostile,
and able to put armies into the field amounting to many hundreds of
thousands.
"Cool and calm," thought Roger. "Says what he means, and sees that his
orders are carried out. Trusts his inferiors, and believes that he and
his men are born fighters."
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