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Updated: June 11, 2025
It was a certain affair that occurred to me with a sorntess, a disciple of la Camacha de Montilla. Scip. Let me hear it now, before you proceed with the story of your life. Berg. No, not till the proper time. Have patience and listen to the recital of my adventures in the order they occurred, for they will afford you more pleasure in that way. Scip.
Before leaving for the campaign of the South, the Libertador Presidente received the good news of Cartagena's fall into the hands of Montilla after fourteen months of siege, and of the insurrection of Panama, which became independent and formed the eighth department of Colombia. The importance of the independence of Panama cannot be exaggerated.
For Rosa's sake, I hope Montilla isn't playing false. He is in our counsels, and knows everything that goes on, so that he could make the Spaniards pay high for his treachery." "And if he is discovered?" "He will be shot." "And you couldn't save him, if you would?" "I couldn't and wouldn't. A man may be a turncoat in good faith, but a traitor bah!
We have misjudged Montilla, and though I don't admire his methods, it is evident he is working on our side. Let us be just, at least." "I wish it were possible," muttered José, leaving me to conjecture what his words exactly meant. Strangely enough, my distrust of Don Felipe was as strong as ever next day.
"Nephew," said the count, "I came from Vaena with a determination to fight this Moorish king, and I will not be disappointed." "At any rate," replied Don Diego, "let us wait but two hours, and we shall have reinforcements which have been promised me from Rambla, Santaella, Montilla, and other places in the neighborhood."
Two days had passed since my interview with Rosa Montilla, and I was sitting in my room at the barracks, feeling at enmity with all the world. "It's a pity we've nothing better to do than to make fools of ourselves," said I savagely, when young Alzura burst in on me excitedly.
Right in my path, with outstretched arms and pitiful, beseeching face, stood Rosa Montilla. I knew it was but the outcome of a fevered brain; yet the vision seemed intensely real. The girl's eyes looked at me reproachfully, her lips moved as if in speech. I fancied I could hear again her parting cry, "O Juan, save him!" I asked myself impatiently what more could be done.
Every one knew there were many people in Lima willing to welcome the Royalists, and it had been openly stated more than once that Don Felipe Montilla had only changed sides to secure his property. Doubtless Alzura, knowing this, had jumped to the conclusion that he would willingly return to his former allegiance. "That is about all there is in it," said I, feeling a little more assured.
The crowd of people had dispersed, and only a solitary carriage with its attendants stood at the door. Recognizing the Montilla livery in an instant, I ran down the steps with a beating heart. The carriage door was open, and the light from the hall fell full on the white face of Rosa. "What has happened?" I cried. "Why do you look so frightened? Tell me, quick!"
"You don't think there's some treachery afoot between them, do you?" "Why not? Once a traitor, always a traitor! Montilla means to save his property at all costs, and to pick up as much as possible in the general scramble. Should the Spaniards win, your father will say good-bye to his estates." "Isn't your prejudice making you a little unjust, José?
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