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Book 3 - Chapter 11 |
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_ BOOK III CHAPTER XI. WHEREIN CAPTAIN ALVARADO PLEDGES HIS WORD TO THE VICEROY OF VENEZUELA, THE COUNT ALVARO DE LARA, AND TO DON FELIPE DE TOBAR, HIS FRIEND
"Into the women's apartments, my lord?" "Nay, I will go. Watch you here. I trust you, you see," answered the old man, promptly running through the window and out on the balcony toward the apartments of his daughter. He went quickly but making no noise, for he did not wish the events of the evening to become public. Left to himself, Alvarado, resisting the temptation to take the prostrate form of his love in his arms and cover her cold face with kisses, knelt down by her side and began chafing her hands. He thought it no breach of propriety to murmur her name. Indeed he could not keep the words from his lips. Almost instantly the Viceroy departed there was a commotion in the outer hall. There was a knock on the door, repeated once and again, and before Alvarado could determine upon a course of action, Don Felipe burst into the room followed by Senora Agapida, the duenna of Donna Mercedes. "Your Excellency----" cried the old woman in agitation, "I missed the Senorita. I have searched----" "But who is this?" interrupted de Tobar, stepping over to where Alvarado still knelt by the prostrate girl. "'Tis not the Viceroy!" He laid his hand on the other man's shoulder and recoiled in surprise. "Dominique!" he exclaimed. "What do you here and who----" "Mother of God!" shrieked the duenna. "There lies the Donna Mercedes!" "She is hurt?" asked Felipe, for the moment his surprise at the presence of Alvarado lost in his anxiety for his betrothal. "I know not," answered the distracted old woman. "She lives," said Alvarado, rising to his feet and facing his friend. "She hath but fainted." "Water!" said Senora Agapida. Both men started instantly to hand her the carafe that stood on a table near by. Don Felipe was nearer and got it first. Senora Agapida loosened the dress of the young woman and sprinkled her face and hands with the water, laying her head back upon the floor as she did so and in a moment the girl opened her eyes. In the darkness of the room, for no lamp had as yet been lighted, she had not recognized in her bewilderment who was bending over her, for Alvarado had forced himself to draw back, yielding his place to de Tobar as if by right. "Alvarado!" she murmured. "She lives," said Don Felipe, with relief and jealousy mingled in his voice, and then he turned and faced the other. "And now, Senor Alvarado, perhaps you will be able to explain how you came to be here alone, at this hour of night, with my betrothed, and why she calls thy name! By St. Jago, sir, have you dared to offer violence to this lady?" His hand went to his sword. To draw it was the work of a moment. He menaced the young soldier with the point. "I could kill you as you stand there!" he cried in growing rage. "But the memory of our ancient friendship stays my hand. You shall have a chance. Where is your weapon!" "Strike, if it please you. I want nothing but death," answered Alvarado, making no effort whatever to defend himself. "Hast deserved it at my hands, then?" exclaimed the now infuriated de Tobar. "Stay!" interrupted the Viceroy re-entering the room. "What means this assault upon my captain? Donna Mercedes?" "She revives," said the duenna. "Is it thou, Senora?" said the Viceroy. "I sought thee unavailingly." "Your Highness," said the old woman, "I missed the senorita and found her here." "And how came you unbidden into my private cabinet, Don Felipe?" "Your Excellency, Senora Agapida found me in the corridor. She was distraught over her lady's absence. We knocked. There was no answer. We entered. I crave your pardon, but it was well I came, for I found my betrothed and my best friend alone, together, here," he pointed gloomily. "A Spanish gentleman alone at this hour of the night with----" "Silence!" thundered the Viceroy. "Would'st asperse my daughter's name? Darest thou--By heaven, you hold a weapon in your hand. I am old but--Guard thyself!" he called, whipping out his sword with astonishing agility. "I can not fight with you," said de Tobar lowering his point, "but for God's sake, explain!" "The Donna Mercedes is as pure as heaven," asserted Alvarado. "Then why did you bid me strike and stand defenseless a moment since?" "Because I love her and she is yours." "Death!" shouted de Tobar. "Take up thy sword!" "Stay," broke in the old Viceroy quickly, "keep silent, Alvarado, let me tell it all. I am her father. I would consult with the captain upon the journey of the morrow and other matters of state. With us here was my daughter. Is there aught to provoke thy jealousy or rage in this? Overcome by--er--the events of the day she fainted. One of us had to go for aid. 'Twas not meet that the young man should go to the women's apartments, I left them together." "Alone?" queried de Tobar. "Ay, alone. One was my daughter, a de Lara, and she was senseless. The other was almost my son, I knew him. He had proved himself. I could trust him." "Your Excellency, I thank you," cried Alvarado, seizing the hand of the old nobleman and carrying it to his lips. "You said you loved her," said de Tobar turning to Alvarado. "And so I do," answered Alvarado, "but who could help it? It is an infection I have caught from my friend." "Have you spoken words of love to her? Have you pleaded with her? Did you meet here by appoint?" "Don Felipe," cried Donna Mercedes, who had kept silent at first hardly comprehending and then holding her breath at the denouement. "Hear me. Captain Alvarado's manner to me has been coldness itself. Nay, he scarcely manifested the emotion of a friend." She spoke with a bitterness and resentment painfully apparent to Alvarado, but which in his bewilderment Don Felipe did not discover. "I swear to you, senor," she went on cunningly, "until this hour I never heard him say those words, 'I love you.' But this scene is too much for me, I can not bear it. Help me hence. Nay, neither of you gentlemen. With Senora Agapida's aid I can manage. Farewell. When you wish to claim me, Don Felipe, the betrothal shall be carried out and I shall be yours. Good-night." De Tobar sprang after her and caught her hand, raising it respectfully to his lips. "Now, senor," he cried turning back, "we can discuss this question unhindered by the presence of the lady. You said you loved her. How dare you, a man of no birth, whose very name is an assumption, lift your eyes so high?" "This from you, my friend," cried Alvarado, turning whiter than ever at this insult. "Sir," interposed the voice of the Viceroy, "restrain yourself. 'Tis true we know not the birth or name of this young man whom I have honored with my confidence, upon whom you have bestowed your friendship. Perchance it may be nobler than thine, or mine, perchance not so, but he hath ever shown himself--and I have watched him from his youth--a gentleman, a Spanish gentleman whom all might emulate. You wrong him deeply----" "But he loved her." "What of that?" answered the Viceroy. "Ay," cried Alvarado. "I do love her, and that I make no secret of it from you proves the sincerity of my soul. Who could help loving her, and much less a man in my position, for, in so far as was proper in a maiden, she has been kind to me since I was a boy. I cherish no hopes, no dreams, no ambitions. I locked my passion within my breast and determined to keep it there though it killed me. To-night, with her helpless at my feet, thrown on my pity, it was wrung from me; but I swear to you by my knightly honor, by that friendship that hath subsisted between us of old, that from this hour those words shall never pass my lips again; that from this hour I shall be as silent as before. Oh, trust me! I am sadly torn. Thou hast all, I nothing! If thou canst not trust me--I bade you strike before, strike now and end it all. What supports life when love is denied? Friendship and duty. If these be taken from me, I am poor indeed, and I'd liefer die than live in shame. Your Excellency, bid him strike." "Thy life is not thine," answered the older man, "it belongs to Spain. We have fallen on evil times and thy country needs thine arm. Thou hast said aright. Senor de Tobar," he cried, "he is thy friend. Take him back to thy affection. I am an old man and a father, but were I young and one so beautiful crossed my path as Donna Mercedes--by Our Lady he hath excuse for anything! He speaks the truth, though it be to his own hurt. Canst stand unmoved, senor, in thy happiness before such misery as that?" "Dominique, forgive me!" cried de Tobar, "I was wrong. I am ashamed. Thou couldst not help it. I forgive thee. I love thee still." He made as if to embrace his friend, but Alvarado held him off. "Wilt trust me fully, absolutely, entirely?" "With all my life," answered de Tobar. "Thou shalt be tried," said the Viceroy. "We march toward the Orinoco in three days. I had proposed to establish Donna Mercedes at La Guayra under care of Alvarado." "Not now, your Excellency," cried the young man. "Nay, I shall, provided de Tobar is willing." "A test, a test!" answered that young man. "Gladly do I welcome it. As thou lovest me, and as I love thee, guard thou my betrothed." "Your Excellency, take me with you to the Orinoco, and let Don Felipe stay at home with Donna Mercedes in La Guayra." "I am no experienced soldier to command a town," protested de Tobar. "Nay," said the Viceroy, "it shall be as we have said. Wilt take the charge?" "Ay, and defend it with all my soul!" answered Alvarado firmly. "Senor Alvarado and Don Felipe, you have shown yourselves true Spanish gentlemen this night, hidalgos of whom Spain may well be proud," cried the Viceroy in pleased and proud content. "To you, de Tobar, I shall give my daughter with assurance and pride, and were there another to bear my name I could wish no better husband for her than you, my poor friend. Now, the hour is late, I have much to say to Alvarado. Don Felipe, you will pardon me? Good-night." "Good-night, your Excellency," promptly returned de Tobar. "I shall see you in the morning, Dominique, ere you set forth for La Guayra. I love thee and trust thee, my friend." _ |
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