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His harsh face softened a little as he stepped forward and kissed her. "Maybe I do, but maybe I like to hear you say so. Girl, I've come to take you with me." "With you? Where?" Alarm was in the eyes that flashed to meet his. "To Noche Buena." "But what for?" "Ain't it reason enough that I want you to go? We can get married at Arixico to-night."
It was then but ten A.M., and to the annoyance of the adjutant-general, Sanchez shook his black mane and said something that sounded like hasta la noche he wouldn't start till night.
Still there had been no war, until Ordaz was sent, with his four hundred men, to recapture the concubines of Cortéz, who had been rescued, as already mentioned. This was in July of the following year, eight months after their first entry into Mexico, and on the 10th of July, 1520, the licentious rule of the Spaniards at Mexico was terminated by the events of the triste noche.
Nowhere is he more himself than in the immortal stanzas dedicated to Oloarte under the title of Noche serena of which Churton has bequeathed us an English version which I will quote, though it gives but a far-off echo of the original's magic melody: The fact that the original is cast in the lira form would compel one to assign this composition to a date not earlier than 1542, when Garcilasso's poems were first published.
"Si, padre, con mucho gusto," I answered, mimicking the deep guttural of the zambo. "Good! I shall expect you in a few minutes," said the soldier. "Buene noche, padre!" "Good-night, my son." "Now for the sentry," murmured Carmen; "luckily we have the password, otherwise it might be awkward." "We must try to slip past him." But it was not to be.
Soon tidings reached me that a great force of Tlascalan and other Indians were being collected to put an end to us, root and branch, and that with them marched more than a hundred Spaniards, the expedition being under the command of none other than the Captain Bernal Diaz, that same soldier whom I had spared in the slaughter of the noche triste, and whose sword to this day hung at my side.
If there were the colonel would have asked us to tell them also to hurry up. But we shall soon find out. When we meet the fellows we will speak them fair and ask a few questions." Ten minutes later we met them. "Buene noche, señores!" said Carmen, riding forward. "We bring a message from the colonel. He bids you make haste." "All very fine.
To-night of all nights shalt thou feel the Indians' blade between thy ribs." "Fight him, amigo," I said. "I shall enforce fair play." But my friend Reyes whom I knew to be a man of both strength and courage, weakened, being cowed with the superstition of the unlucky Noche Triste. "Tomorrow I shall fight thee, Indian," he answered "not at nighttime, like a thieving coyote."
In bringing Ruth to Noche Buena he had made a great mistake. "Do you want to make some money, you what's your name?" he presently rasped out. Yeager answered with the universal formula of the land. "Si, señor. And my name is Cabenza Pedro Cabenza." The prizefighter glanced warily around, then lowered his voice. "I mean a lot of money twenty dollars, maybe." "Gold?" asked the peon, wide-eyed.
"I am a friend to the Americans, though they have taken the last of my family there was to give. Yet I will be true to Mary and to you. Fear nothing for me, and let me pass on my errand." He stood aside. "Bueño noche, Señorita." "Bueño noche;" and she glided on. "I fear I have lost time;" and hastily glancing toward the east, she saw a faint light stealing up from the horizon.
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