The Crimson Conquest: A Romance of Pizarro and PeruHudson, Charles B. (Charles Bradford)
History
The Crimson Conquest: A Romance of Pizarro and Peru
Hudson, Charles B. (Charles Bradford)
Peru -- History -- Conquest, 1522-1548 -- Fiction
With the exception of a small party of soldiers around the kettles, no
man was moving. No word was spoken, unless by these, and their tense,
suppressed tones added to the pervading air of mystery. Two were
feeding the fires, while the rest were kneeling or bending over some
task whose nature Cristoval could not discern. Presently he saw three
or four rise to string their bows. Aside from their whispers and
muttering and the crackling of the fires, the only sound was the sighing
of the rising wind; and now, from the shadowy city far below, the sweet,
distant wail of a Spanish bugle blowing an evening call. Out in the
dark valley, beyond the dim reticulation of black streets and pale
roofs, was the great cincture of watch-fires, glimmering and twinkling
as cheerfully as if their omen were as peaceful as the stars. But the
night, even in its placidity, seemed portentous, and Cristoval felt a
sense of dread as he glanced from the kettles with their wizard-like
attendants to the silent, muffled figure of the Inca.
"God’s mercy, Pedro!" he whispered, with a sign of the cross, "what is
doing? What hell’s broth do they brew? Not—"
Pedro gripped his arm as a soldier stepped to a kettle, holding an arrow
swathed in cotton, and turned toward the Inca. The monarch made a sign,
and thrusting the missile into the boiling pitch, the archer drew it
forth and held it to the flames. It burst into instant blaze, and he
strode hastily to the parapet, set it to his bowstring, and drew until
the flame licked his hand. He shot, and with a fluttering hiss the
burning arrow soared high into the darkness, leaving a trail of falling
sparks, paused for an instant against the firmament, and fell with
ever-increasing swiftness into the city.
Cristoval had uttered an exclamation of horror as the meaning burst upon
him, and had taken a stride forward, to be jerked forcibly back by Pedro
with a hand over his mouth.
"Silence!" muttered the cook. "Dost think to hinder?"
"They are firing the city!" gasped the cavalier.
"Canst prevent it? Beware!"
"Rava—"
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