Part 7 (1/2)
”We wish that it comes not soon,” said the governor, and the others signified their a.s.sent.
”Thanks, thanks that you wish it. I do not speak of it to give sad hearts. I speak because of the days when I may be gone, and another than me will hold the knowledge of a sacred place where the Sun Father hides his symbol. It is good that I hear of the men who let themselves go into ashes, and when if they had said once:--'I know where it is--the metal of the Sun!' all might have gone free and lived long days. My children:--it may be that some day one of you will hold a secret of the sacred place where strong magic lives! If it be so, let that man among you think in his heart of the twenty times ten men who let themselves be burned into ashes by the white men of iron! Guard you the sacred places--and let your ashes go into the sands, or be blown by the winds to the four ways. But from the sacred things of the G.o.ds, lift not the cover for the enemy!”
The old man trembled with the intensity of the thought and the dread of what the unborn years might bring.
After a moment of silence the governor spoke:
”It may be that you live the longest of all! No one knows who will guard the things not to be told. But no Te-hua can uncover that which belongs to the Sun Father, and the Earth Mother.”
”It is true:--thanks that it is true!”--said the other men, and Tahn-te knew he was listening to things not told to boys.
”Thanks that you speak so,” said the Ruler. ”Now we have all spoken of this matter. It is done. But the magic of the white hunters of gold, we have not yet heard spoken. How is it, boy, that you have brought all these signs of it:--what made blind their eyes?”
”Not anything,” said Tahn-te. ”It was a long time I was with them.
Some men had one book, or two, other men had papers that came in great canoes from their land in Spain. Some had writings from their fathers or their friends. These I heard read and talked of around the camp fire. When they went away some things were thrown aside or given to the padres who were to stay and talk of their G.o.ds. All I found I hid in the earth. The people of Ci-bo-la killed Padre Juan, and I traded a broken sword for his books and his papers. The sword I also had buried. They were afraid of the books, I had learned to read them, and I was not afraid.”
”And you came from Ci-bo-la alone?” asked the governor,--”it is a long trail to carry a load.”
”All was not carried from there. I came back to Ci-cu-ye to learn more from Padre Luis who meant to live there. He did not live so long, but while he lived he taught me.”
”The men of Ci-cu-ye killed him too?”
”They made him die when they said I must not take beans or meal to him where he lived in a cave, and where he made prayers for their shadow spirits.”
”You wanted that he should have food?” asked the Ruler.
”I wanted that he should live to teach me all the books before the end came,” said the boy simply. ”It is not all to be learned in two winters and one summer.”
”That is true,” said K[=a]-ya-fah the Ruler. ”All of a man's life is needed to learn certain things of magic. It is time now that you come back and begin the work of the Orders. You have earned the highest right a boy has yet earned, and no doors will be closed for you on the sacred things given to people.”
”We think that is so,” said the governor--”no doors will be closed for the son of S[=aa]-hanh-que-ah, the Woman of the Twilight.”
This was the hour he had dreamed of through the months which had seemed horrible as the white man's h.e.l.l. One needs only to read the several accounts of Coronado's quest for the golden land of the Gran Quivera in 1540-42 to picture what the life of a little native page must have been with the dissatisfied adventurers, by whom all ”Indians” were considered as slaves should their service be required.
Men had died beside him on the trail--and there had been times when he felt he too would die but for the thought of this hour when he could come back, and the council could say--”It is well!”
”I thank you, and my mother will thank you,” he said with his eyes on the stones of the kiva lest the men see that his eyes were wet. ”My mother said prayers with me always, and that helped me to come back.”
”The prayers of the Shadow Woman are high medicine,” a.s.sented one of the men. ”She brought back my son to live when the breath was gone away.”
”As a little child she had a wisdom not to be taught,” affirmed the Ruler--”and now it is her son who brings us the magic of the iron men.
Tell us how you left the people of Ci-cu-ye.”
”They were having glad dances that the Christians were gone, and that the padres were dead as other men die. So long as they let me I carried food and water to Padre Luis. Then they guarded me in the kiva, and laughed at me, and when they let me go I knew it was because he was no longer alive. No:--they did not harm me. They were too pleased that I could tell them of where their slave whom they called the 'Turk'--led the gold hunters searching for the Quivera of yellow metal and blue stones. They had much delight to hear of the woeful time of the white men. I could stay all my days at Ci-cu-ye and be precious to them, if I would talk of the trouble trail to Quivera, but when I had seen that the Padre was indeed gone to the Lost Others, my work was no more at Ci-cu-ye. I took his books also for my own--and all these things I have brought back at Povi-whah to make good my promise when I went away. Some things in the books, I know, and that I can tell you. Of the rest I will work until I do know, and then I can tell you that.”
”That is good,” said K[=a]-ye-fah the Ruler. ”You shall be as my son and in the long nights of the winter moons we will listen. The time told of in the prophecies of Ki-pah is coming to us. He said also that in each danger time would be born one to mark the way for the people to follow--in each danger time so long as the Te-hua people were true to the G.o.ds!”