The Romance of Golden Star ...Griffith, George Chetwynd
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The Romance of Golden Star ...
Griffith, George Chetwynd
Fantasy fiction
But there is another of whom I must say something before I go on to tell
of my return to my own land--now, alas! mine no longer--and that is
Francis Hartness, a captain among the warriors of the English, and a
friend of him who was called the professor, because of his learning--he
who had helped Djama to bring me back into the world of living men.
He was a man of about thirty years, tall of stature and strong of limb,
brief of speech and straight of tongue, with eyes as blue as the skies
which shine on Yucay, and hair and beard golden and bright as the rays
which flow from the smile of our Father the Sun. Him we met by chance
one evening in the square of the town which is called Panama, named,
they told me, after that older city, whence the conquerors of my people
sailed to ravish the realms of Huayna-Capac. There was peace in his own
land and all the neighbouring countries, and so he was journeying to the
region which is now called South America, where the descendants of the
Spaniards are nearly always fighting among themselves over the spoils of
my people, to see what work he could find to keep his sword from
rusting.
As he was greatly skilled in that strange, new warfare of flame and
thunder and far-smiting bolts, which had but begun to be when our Father
the Sun hid his face from the eyes of his children, I took counsel with
Joyful Star--who was ever my wisest as well as my most faithful guide
in all things--and we together told him my story as we went south, and
after that I had asked him if he would help me in the task which I was
going to essay, which was nothing less than the taking back of the land
of my fathers, and the raising of the children of my people to the
ancient glories of that state which I alone of living men remembered. To
this, after some shrewd questioning, he consented--for it was a
desperate venture, such as his brave heart loved--and when he had given
me his hand on it, and promised, after the simple fashion of his nation,
to be true to me in peace and war, I told him of the means that I could
employ to gain my end, and how I would use that lust of gold which had
led to the ruin of my people, so that it should conquer the children of
their conquerors and give me back the empire that had been my father's.
At Panama we took ship again and travelled swiftly and straightly south,
driven by that wondrous power which had come into the world to serve men
like a tireless giant since I had fallen asleep; and day after day on
the southward voyage I walked alone up and down the deck, or stood
gazing, rapt in thought, at the desert foreshore along which the steamer
was running, and at the great masses of the dark brown barren mountains,
as they towered range beyond range till they overtopped the clouds
themselves and stood serene and sharply outlined against the blue
background of the upper sky.
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