“SENORES,” related the General to his guests, “though my thoughts were of love then, and therefore enchanting1, the sight of that house always affected2 me disagreeably, especially in the moonlight, when its close shutters3 and its air of lonely neglect appeared sinister4. Still I went on using the bridle-path by the ravine, because it was a short cut. The mad Royalist howled and laughed at me every evening to his complete satisfaction; but after a time, as if wearied with my indifference5, he ceased to appear in the porch. How they persuaded him to leave off I do not know. However, with Gaspar Ruiz in the house there would have been no difficulty in restraining him by force. It was part of their policy in there to avoid anything which could provoke me. At least, so I suppose.
“Notwithstanding my infatuation with the brightest pair of eyes in Chile, I noticed the absence of the old man after a week or so. A few more days passed. I began to think that perhaps these Royalists had gone away somewhere else. But one evening, as I was hastening towards the city, I saw again somebody in the porch. It was not the madman; it was the girl. She stood holding on to one of the wooden columns, tall and white-faced, her big eyes sunk deep with privation and sorrow. I looked hard at her, and she met my stare with a strange, inquisitive6 look. Then, as I turned my head after riding past, she seemed to gather courage for the act, and absolutely beckoned7 me back.
“I obeyed, senores, almost without thinking, so great was my astonishment8. It was greater still when I heard what she had to say. She began by thanking me for my forbearance of her father’s infirmity, so that I felt ashamed of myself. I had meant to show disdain9, not forbearance! Every word must have burnt her lips, but she never departed from a gentle and melancholy10 dignity which filled me with respect against my will. Senores, we are no match for women. But I could hardly believe my ears when she began her tale. Providence11, she concluded, seemed to have preserved the life of that wronged soldier, who now trusted to my honour as a caballero and to my compassion12 for his sufferings.
“‘Wronged man,’ I observed coldly. ‘Well, I think so too: and you have been harbouring an enemy of your cause.’
“‘He was a poor Christian13 crying for help at our door in the name of God, senor,’ she answered simply.
“I began to admire her. ‘Where is he now?’ I asked stiffly.
“But she would not answer that question. With extreme cunning, and an almost fiendish delicacy14, she managed to remind me of my failure in saving the lives of the prisoners in the guard-room, without wounding my pride. She knew, of course, the whole story. Gaspar Ruiz, she said, entreated15 me to procure16 for him a safe-conduce from General San Martin himself. He had an important communication to make to the Commander-in-Chief.
“Por Dios, senores, she made me swallow all that, pretending to be only the mouthpiece of that poor man. Overcome by injustice17, he expected to find, she said, as much generosity18 in me as had been shown to him by the Royalist family which had given him a refuge.
“Hal It was well and nobly said to a youngster like me. I thought her great. Alas19! she was only implacable.
“In the end I rode away very enthusiastic about the business, without demanding even to see Gaspar Ruiz, who I was confident was in the house.
“But on calm reflection I began to see some difficulties which I had not confidence enough in myself to encounter. It was not easy to approach a commander-in-chief with such a story. I feared failure. At last I thought it better to lay the matter before my general-of-division, Robles, a friend of my family, who had appointed me his aide-de-camp lately.
“He took it out of my hands at once without any ceremony.
“‘In the house! of course he is in the house,’ he said contemptuously. ‘You ought to have gone sword in hand inside and demanded his surrender, instead of chatting with a Royalist girl in the porch. Those people should have been hunted out of that long ago. Who knows how many spies they have harboured right in the very midst of our camps? A safe-conduct from the Commander-in-Chief! The audacity20 of the fellow! Ha! ha! Now we shall catch him to-night, and then we shall find out, without any safe-conduct, what he has got to say, that is so very important. Ha! ha! ha!’
“General Robles, peace to his soul, was a short, thick man, with round, staring eyes, fierce and jovial21. Seeing my distress22 he added:
“‘Come, come, chico. I promise you his life if he does not resist. And that is not likely. We are not going to break up a good soldier if it can be helped. I tell you what! I am curious to see your strong man. Nothing but a general will do for the picaro—well, he shall have a general to talk to. Ha! ha! I shall go myself to the catching23, and you are coming with me, of course.’
“And it was done that same night. Early in the evening the house and the orchard24 were surrounded quietly. Later on the general and I left a ball we were attending in town and rode out at an easy gallop25. At some little distance from the house we pulled up. A mounted orderly held our horses. A low whistle warned the men watching all along the ravine, and we walked up to the porch softly. The barricaded26 house in the moonlight seemed empty.
“The general knocked at the door. After a time a woman’s voice within asked who was there. My chief nudged me hard. I gasped27.
“’ It is I, Lieutenant28 Santierra,’ I stammered29 out, as if choked. ‘Open the door.’
“It came open slowly. The girl, holding a thin taper30 in her hand, seeing another man with me, began to back away before us slowly, shading the light with her hand. Her impassive white face looked ghostly. I followed behind General Robles. Her eyes were fixed31 on mine. I made a gesture of helplessness behind my chief’s back, trying at the same time to give a reassuring32 expression to my face. Neither of us three uttered a sound.
“We found ourselves in a room with bare floor and walls. There was a rough table and a couple of stools in it, nothing else whatever. An old woman with her grey hair hanging loose wrung33 her hands when we appeared. A peal34 of loud laughter resounded35 through the empty house, very amazing and weird36. At this the old woman tried to get past us.
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