The Lily and the Totem; or, The Huguenots in FloridaSimms, William Gilmore
History
The Lily and the Totem; or, The Huguenots in Florida
Simms, William Gilmore
Florida -- History -- Huguenot colony, 1562-1565 -- Fiction
"I do not hold yours, señor, to be a church of Christ, but of Satan.
Bind him, my comrades, and take him hence."
A significant wave of the fatal staff, which had prescribed the line
upon the spot of earth selected as the chosen place of sacrifice--the
scene of a new _auto-da-fé_, as fearful as the preceding--finished his
instructions, and as the guards led the veteran away, he commenced, in
the well-known spirit of the time, to sing aloud the psalm "_Domine,
memento mei_, &c.," in that fearful moment well conceiving that there
was left him now but one source of consolation, and none of present
hope. He addressed no words of expostulation to his murderer; but as
they led him away, he calmly remarked--"From the earth we came, to the
earth we must return; soon or late, it is all the same; such must have
been the fate. It is not what we would, but what we must."
He renewed his psalm, the sounds of which grated offensively on the
bigot ears of Melendez, falling from such lips, and he impatiently made
the signal to his men to expedite the affair. The Huguenot general was
led off singing. One of the accounts before us--for there is a Spanish
and a French version of the history, differing in several minute, but
really unimportant particulars--describes the last scene of Ribault's
career, in a brief but striking manner. The eight which constituted
this party had each his assassin assigned him. Among the companions of
Ribault at the moment of execution, was Lieutenant Ottigny, of whom we
have heard more than once before in the history of La Caroline. They
were led into the woods, out of sight and hearing of the French on the
opposite side of the bay, all of whom were to be brought over, ten by
ten, to the same place of sacrifice. The soldier to whom Ribault had
been confided, when they had reached the spot strewn thickly with the
corses of his murdered people, said to him--
"Señor, you are the general of the French?"
"I am!"
"You have always been accustomed to exact obedience, without question,
from all the people under your command?"
"Without doubt!" replied Ribault, somewhat wondering at the question.
"Deem it not strange, then, señor," continued the soldier, "that I
execute faithfully the orders I have received from my commandant!"
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