Part 34 (1/2)
”Yes; the brave bay-brown you lost in your affair at Las Palmas. He has been recovered for you, and taken care of. Ah! he has been marvellously cared for, I can a.s.sure your Honour. He was sent back to the hacienda.”
”Who sent him?” hastily inquired Don Rafael.
”Why, who could it be, your Honour, but Don Mariano de Silva. One of his people brought the horse to Del Valle three days ago--saying that he supposed the owner of such a fine animal would be pleased to have him again. As the saddle and bridle had been lost, a new saddle and bridle were sent along with him. Ah! splendid they are--the bridle, with a pretty bunch of red ribbons on the frontlet!”
”Where are these ribbons?” hastily asked Don Rafael, carried away by the thought that a sight of them might enable him to divine whether the hand of Gertrudis had attached them to the frontlet.
”One of our people--Felipe el Galan--took them to make a c.o.c.kade with.”
”Felipe is a silly fellow, whom, one of these days, I shall punish for his indiscretion.”
”I told him so, your Honour; but he would take them. I should add, your Honour, that the servant of Don Mariano also brought a letter for you.”
”Ah! why did you not tell me so at first?”
”I began at the beginning, your Honour,” replied the phlegmatic Julian.
”Here is the letter.”
The messenger drew from the pocket of his _jaqueta_ a small packet done up in a leaf of maize, inside which he had prudently concealed the letter. Unfolding the leaf, he handed the note to Don Rafael, whose hand visibly trembled on taking it.
In vain did he attempt to dissemble his emotion under the studied air of coolness with which he received the letter, which he permitted to remain unopened.
This letter, thought he, should be from Gertrudis; and he dwelt on the voluptuous pleasure he was about to enjoy while reading it alone.
”Well, Julian,” said he, after a pause, ”anything else have you to tell me of?”
”Yes, your Honour; the most important of all. Arroyo, Bocardo, and their bandits have returned to the neighbourhood; and Lieutenant Veraegui has charged me to say to you--”
”Arroyo! Bocardo!” interrupted Don Rafael, all at once re-awaking from his sweet dreams to thoughts of vengeance. ”Tell Lieutenant Veraegui to give double rations to his horses, and get them ready for a campaign.
Say that in two or three days I shall be with him, and we shall enter upon it. The last a.s.sault upon Huaj.a.pam is to be made this very day, and the place must either fall, or we raise the siege. I shall then obtain leave from the Commander-in-chief, and by the Virgin! I shall capture these two ruffians, or set the whole province on fire. _Vaya, Julian_!”
Julian was about to depart, when Don Rafael's eye, once more alighting upon the little billet which promised to yield him a moment of sweet happiness, called the messenger back to him.
”Stay a moment!” said he, looking around for his purse, ”you have been the bearer of good news, Julian. Here!”
And, as he said this, he placed in the hands of the messenger an _onza_ of gold.
Julian accepted the douceur with eagerness--not without profound astonishment at being so generously recompensed for reporting the re-appearance of Arroyo and his band! Nevertheless, his satisfaction at the perquisite far exceeded his surprise.
As soon as he had gone out of the tent, Don Rafael took the letter from the table--where he had for the moment deposited it--and held it for some seconds in his hand without daring to open it. His heart rose and fell in violent pulsations, for he had no doubt that the letter was from Gertrudis, and it was the first souvenir he had received from her for nearly two years--since he had embraced the Royalist cause.
In fine, he opened the note. Although written in a feminine hand, it was more like that of Marianita than Gertrudis, and contained only the following words:--
”The inmates of Las Palmas are not forgetful that they have received a kindness from Don Rafael Tres-Villas under very critical circ.u.mstances; and they believe that the Colonel Tres-Villas might be gratified at having restored to him the n.o.ble steed which the Captain Tres-Villas had such reason to esteem.”
”A kindness!” exclaimed Don Rafael, with bitter emphasis, ”what ingrat.i.tude! A service rendered by the betrayal of an oath sworn over the head of my murdered father! They call it a kindness--an act of simple politeness, forsooth! Oh! I must endeavour to think no more of those who have forgotten me.”
And with a bitter sigh the Colonel strode forth from his tent, and proceeded towards the marquee of the Commander-in-chief--where the council of war was at that moment a.s.sembling.