Part 51 (1/2)
”Are you the gentleman, the friend, you pretended to be, or--the vandal whom no woman can trust? You treat me as if you were my jailer. What do you mean? What kind of man are you to take advantage of my bereavement?”
After a moment's consideration Longorio began haltingly: ”I don't know what kind of man I am, for you have changed me so. There was a time--I--I have done things--I have scorned all restraint, all laws except those of my desires, and so, perhaps, I am a vandal. Make sure of this, however--I shall not injure you. Christ is no more sacred to me than you, my heart's treasure. You accuse me of indelicacy because I lack the strength to smother my admiration. I adore you; my being dissolves, my veins are afire with longing for you; I am mad with the knowledge that you are mine. Mad? Caramba! I am insane; my mind totters; I grope my way like a man blinded by a dazzling light; I suffer agonies. But see! I refuse to touch you. I am a giant in my restraint. The strength of heroes is mine, and I strangle my impulses as they are born, although the effort kills me. Senora, I await the moment of your voluntary surrender. I wait for you.” He extended his arms, and Alaire saw that his olive features were distorted with emotion; that his hands, his whole thin, high-strung body were shaking uncontrollably.
She could summon no coherent words.
”You believed I was a hawk and would seize you, eh?” he queried. ”Is that why you continue to shrink? Well, let me tell you something, if my tongue will frame the thoughts in my mind. My pa.s.sion is so deep and so sacred that I would not be content with less than all of you. Your lips would not satisfy mine unless they were hot with love, your kisses wet with desire. I must have you all, and so I wait, trembling. I say this so badly that I doubt if you understand. Listen, then: to possess you by force would be--well, as if I sacked a cathedral of its golden images and expected to gain heaven by clutching the Madonna in my arms.
Senora, in you I see the priceless jewel of my life, which I shall wear to dazzle the world, and without which I shall destroy myself. Now let me tell you what I can offer you, what setting I can build for this treasure. Marriage with Luis Longorio--”
Alaire could not control a start.
As if quickened by his intensity, the man read her thought. ”You did not imagine that I offered you anything less?”
”What was I to think? Your reputation--”
”Mother of G.o.d!” breathed the general. ”So! That is what you meant a moment ago. That is why you refuse my embraces. No, no! Other women have feared me and I have laughed in their hair as they tore at my arms, but you--you will be my wife, and all Mexico shall bow at your feet.” He checked her denial with a gesture. ”Wait until I tell you the vision I have seen during these days of my despair. I see Mexico made whole by my hands; a land of peace and plenty; a people with one name upon their lips--the name of Longorio the Deliverer; and you as the first lady of them all. You know me for a man of tremendous ability in every line. Well, I know myself, too. I have measured myself carefully, and I have no weakness. There is no other like me. Pancho Gomez? Bah!
He is a red-handed bandit of no culture. Candeleria, his chief? The idol of the ignorant and a dreamer of no force. Potosi? He is President today, but what of tomorrow? Those who surround him are weaklings, and he stumbles toward oblivion. Who will succeed him? Who will issue from the coming struggle as the dominant figure of Mexico? Who but that military genius who checks the Yankee hordes and saves the fatherland?
I am he. Fate points the path of glory and I am her man of destiny. You see, then, what I bring you--power, position, riches. Riches? Caramba!
Wait until my hands are in the treasury. I will load you with gold and jewels, and I will make you the richest woman in the world. Senora, I offer you dominion. I offer you the President's palace and Chapultepec.
And with all that I offer you such pa.s.sionate love as no woman of history ever possessed.”
He paused, spent by the force of his own intensity; it was plain that he expected an immediate surrender.
Alaire's lips parted in the faintest of mocking smiles. ”You have great confidence in yourself,” she said.
”Yes. I know myself as no one knows me.”
”Why do you think I care for you?”
Longorio's eyes opened. His expression plainly showed that he could not imagine any woman in her senses failing to adore him.
”Don't you take much for granted?” Alaire insisted.
The Mexican shook his head. Then his face lightened. ”Ah! Now I see.
Your modesty forbids you to acknowledge your love--is that it? Well, I know that you admire me, for I can see it. All women admire me, and they all end by loving me.” His chest arched imperceptibly; with a slender finger he delicately smoothed his black eyebrows. Alaire felt a wild impulse to laugh, but was glad she had subdued it when he continued: ”I am impetuous, but impetuosity has made me what I am. I act, and then mold fate to suit my own ends. Opportunity has delivered to me my heart's desire, and I will not be cheated out of it. Among the men I brought with me to La Feria is a priest. He is dirty, for I caught him as he was fleeing toward the border; but he is a priest, and he will marry us tonight.”
Alaire managed to gasp, ”Surely you are not in earnest.”
”Indeed I am! That is why I insisted that you dine with me this evening. I cannot waste more time here, for necessity calls me away.
You shall go as my wife.”
”Do you think I would remarry on the very day I find myself a widow?”
”The world will never know.”
”You dare to say that!” Her tone was one of disgust, of finality. ”I wonder how I have listened to so much. It is horrible.”
”You are still a little hysterical, and you exaggerate. If I had more time I could afford to wait.” He ogled her with his luminous gaze. ”I would let you play with me to your heart's content and exercise your power until you tired and were ready to surrender.”
Alaire raised her head proudly, her nostrils dilated, her eyes ablaze with hostility. ”This is very humiliating, but you force me to tell you that I hate you.”