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Updated: May 11, 2025
She entered the room, walked half-way across, and turned about, facing the two who had followed. Courtland was within the room, Aquilar lounging idly in the door, as if the matter were of little moment to him. He had a smile of contempt still on his handsome lips. Courtland's manner was grave and sad. He had the commanding presence and beauty of an avenging angel.
As if she dared not disobey she stepped forth again from the elevator, her eyes still upon him, her face gray with apprehension. Without further word from him she walked before him, slowly, into the little room at the right that he indicated. "You're a fool!" said Aquilar, regarding her contemptuously, but she went as if she did not hear him.
"Only him, sir!" said the clerk, pointing to the entry just above Courtland's. "James T. Aquilar and wife, Seattle, Washington," Courtland read, idly, and turned away. "They been here two days. Come in a nerroplane!" went on the clerk, communicatively. "Fly all the way from Seattle?" asked Courtland, idly.
Aquilar took out a cross from under his doublet, and held it out towards Roger, who, after looking at it for a moment, fell on his knees and kissed it. "He remembers much, you see," Cortez said. "Father Aquilar, you will succeed soon in making a good Catholic of him, again. "Well, gentlemen, I think we may congratulate ourselves upon this new companion.
And now, sir" Courtland turned to Aquilar, lounging amusedly against the doorway "if you will step outside I will settle with you!" But suddenly Gila gave a scream and covered her face with her hands, for there, just behind Aquilar, stood Tennelly, looking like a ghost. He had heard it all!
Presently, however, the female slaves informed him that one of their number, named Malinche, was a native of Mexico, and spoke that language as well as the tongue of the Tabascans. She was at once installed as interpreter she informing Aquilar what the Mexicans said, and he interpreting it to Cortez.
"You will soon recover it," Cortez said. "Tell him, Aquilar, that he will soon learn to speak his native language again."
Never had he seen such fear in human face. Gila's skin grew gray beneath its pearly tint, her whole body shrank and cringed, her eyes were fixed upon him with terror in their gaze. "Papers haven't come in yet, Mr. Aquilar," called the clerk, affably. "Train's late to-night. Be in pretty soon, I reckon!"
Cortez therefore, Father Aquilar acting as interpreter, enjoined him to ramble about the city, releasing him from all guards and exercises. "Now that you are dressed like the rest of us," he said, "none will dream that you understand their language, and as you pass along they will express freely before you the sentiments they may entertain of us.
It had high walls with great guns upon them, which fired sometimes, with a terrible noise, when vessels came in and out." When this was translated by Aquilar, Cortez said: "It was Cadiz, of course. Doubtless the ship he was wrecked in sailed from that port." A murmur of assent passed round the other Spaniards. "Show him a cross, Aquilar. See if he remembers his religion."
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