The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.Bird, Robert Montgomery
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The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
A few of them bent their eyes upon the strangers, and stepped forward to
survey their savage equipments. The keen glances which they cast towards
him, the hurried and somewhat sonorous exclamations with which they
pointed him out to one another, but more than all, the presence of
Najara, of Bernal Diaz, and of the stranger Camarga, among them,
convinced Juan that he was recognized. But with this conviction came
also the sickening consciousness that not one had a smile of
satisfaction to bestow upon him in the way of welcome. He remembered the
faces of many; and, once or twice, he raised his hand, and half stepped
forward, to meet some one or other who seemed disposed to salute him. He
was deceived; those who came nighest, were only the most curious. They
nodded their heads familiarly to Villafana; a few returned the advances
of Lerma with solemn and reverential bows; but none raised up their
heads to meet the exile's advances.
"The curse of ingratitude follow you all, cold knaves!" muttered Gaspar
between his teeth. The eyes of the Ottomi twinkled upon the groups, with
a mixture of wonder and malignant wrath. Juan smothered his sighs, and
strode onwards.
He stopped suddenly at a door, wreathed, like the outer, with snakes,
though carved of wood, over which hung curtains of some dark and heavy
texture, and behind which, as it seemed to him, from the murmuring of
voices, was the apartment in which the Captain-General gave audience to
his followers and the allied tribes of Mexico, who made up what may be
called, as it seemed to be considered, his court. Here Juan paused, and
turning to the Alguazil, said, calmly, and with a low voice,
"From what I have seen and now see, I perceive, it will not be fitting I
should approach the general--especially in these weeds, which can scarce
extenuate the coldness of my old companions,--without the ceremony of an
announcement and expressed permission."
"Fear not," whispered Villafana, with a grim smile: "thy friend
Francisco will have done thee this good turn. Remember--offend him not
now: but, still, lay claim to the horses."
As he spoke, the Alguazil, pushed aside the curtain, and, in a moment
more, the youth was in the presence of Cortes.
CHAPTER VI.
The apartment into which Juan now found himself introduced, was very
spacious; and, indeed, had the height of the ceiling corresponded in
proportion with the length and breadth, would have been esteemed vast.
Without being so low as to be decidedly mean, it was yet depressed
enough to show how little the principles of taste had extended among the
natives, to the art of architecture; or, what is equally probable, how
wisely provision was made against the earthquakes and other convulsions,
so naturally to be expected in a land of volcanoes.
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