Mexico -- History -- Wars of Independence, 1810-1821 -- Fiction
This functionary soon made his appearance; not a house steward--as the
name might seem to imply--in white cravat, stockings, and powdered wig;
but, on the contrary, a strapping energetic fellow, dressed in full
_ranchero_ costume, with a pair of spurs upon his booted heels, whose
enormous rowels caused him to walk almost upon his toes, and with long
black hair hanging to his shoulders like the manes of the half-wild
horses he was accustomed to ride. Such is the _mayor-domo_ of a Mexican
hacienda, whose duties, instead of confining him to the dwelling-house,
consist in the general superintendence of the estate, often equal in
extent to the half of a county. It is, therefore, necessary for him to
be a man of the most active habits, a first-class rider, ever in the
saddle, or ready to leap into it at a moment's notice. Such was the
personage who presented himself in obedience to the summons of Don
Mariano.
"Give orders," said the latter, addressing him, "to my two vaqueros,
Arroyo and Bocardo, to saddle their horses and accompany Senor Don
Rafael!"
"Neither Arroyo nor Bocardo can be found," replied the mayor-domo. "It
is eight days since I have seen either of them."
"Give each of them four hours in the _xepo_ (stocks), as soon as they
return!"
"I doubt whether they will ever return, Senor Don Mariano."
"What! have they gone to join Valdez, think you?"
"Not exactly," replied the mayor-domo; "I have my suspicions that the
brace of worthies have gone to get up a guerilla on their own account."
"Summon Sanchez, then!"
"Sanchez is laid up in bed, Senor Don Mariano. He has some bones broken
by a wild horse--that he had mounted for the first time--having reared
and fallen back upon him."
"So, Senor Don Rafael," said the haciendado with an air of vexation,
"out of six servants which I counted yesterday I have not one to place
at your service, except my mayor-domo here, for I cannot reckon upon
those stupid Indian _peons_. The mayor-domo will attend you."
"No," rejoined Don Rafael; "it is not necessary. Let him remain here.
I shall go alone to the assistance of my father, who, no doubt, will
have plenty of people with him. It is more likely a leader that is
wanted."
The mayor-domo, dismissed by this answer, hurried towards the stables,
to see that Don Rafael's horse was made ready for the road.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
THE VOW PERFORMED.
While these incidents were in course of occurrence, the two sisters had
returned to their own chamber.
Alarmed by the coincidence, between the melancholy event that had just
transpired and the procrastination of her vow, Gertrudis fancied she saw
in it the finger of Providence; and, without further hesitation, she,
with her own hands, completed the pious but painful sacrifice!
Shrouded under the folds of her _reboso_, her pale face appeared beneath
a single band of hair that encircled her forehead--all that was left of
that magnificent _chevelure_.
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