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
There was a stir in the crowd and, obedient to the request, they fell
back a little, for the nobleman who had so suddenly appeared was well
known to all. Indeed, he held a high place at the court of his Majesty,
King Henry the Eighth, the reigning monarch. Very soon he was left in a
clear space, so that one could inspect him. He was tall and very fair,
and, as has been said, dressed in the finest clothing. But for all that,
dandy though he undoubtedly was, he bore a martial air, which was
increased by his manner of carrying his sword. He was calm, too, with
the coolness of one who is used to being the centre of large throngs.
"A golden plaque from the Indies," he said, as he took the Image of the
Sun from Peter and rang it with his knuckle. "And I see on one side a
finely graven image which surely represents the sun. On the reverse
there is sketched a plan of some buildings."
"Which appear to be built on bridges, with viaducts running from them,
and water all round, may it please your lordship," interposed the
governor.
"And boats upon the water," added the stranger. "In fact, a city like
this London, only built in still water instead of beside a river. And
surely there is something stranger still at this point."
He placed his finger almost in the centre of the picture graven on the
gold plaque, and held it there while he fumbled in his dress. Then he
drew out a glass, set in a fine gold frame, and held it above the
engraving.
"Birds and beasts," he said solemnly. "Then the people who dwell in this
strange part keep animals for their pleasure, showing that they must be
civilized to some degree. Come, rascal, what tale have you to tell in
connection with this relic? Have no fear, for though I am the Earl of
Essex, and have the king's ear, I am not the one to take spoil from an
honest sailor."
He stood holding the plaque and inspecting it with increasing interest
while Peter changed from one leg to the other, blowing hot and cold, and
wearing a comical look of perplexity not unmingled with fear.
"Your answer?" demanded the earl. "And have no fear. Have I not said
that I will harm you in no way? Nor will I allow any one to take this
plaque from you."
"'Tis not that, noble sir," answered Peter at last, summoning courage to
speak, and doffing his cap again with becoming deference. "But there are
ears within hearing, and tongues wag in this city no doubt as fast as
they do elsewhere. May it please you to come closer that I may speak?"
The earl at once stepped to the foot of the barrel, motioning the
governor and his friend to do the same.
"They shall also listen, if you will permit, my good fellow. For they
are interested, and can be trusted to keep the secret. Now, the tale."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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