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Updated: May 27, 2025
"But what I'd like to have are some books that tell about old Mexico and about the city of Tenochtitlan, that stood here before the Spaniards came. I've been all around everywhere. I've seen the swamps and the lakes and the walls and forts and everything. The great cathedral " "That," interposed Señora Tassara, "stands on the very spot where an old temple of the Aztec war-god stood.
"My dear Mercedes," said Señora Tassara to her cousin, "this is all as my husband and General Zuroaga predicted. But the tiger is not here yet, and by the time he arrives they will be beyond his reach. It takes some days to travel from Vera Cruz to the city of Mexico. Señor Carfora, you are in no danger. Neither are we." "No!" angrily exclaimed Señora Paez.
He felt as if he himself were telling a large lie, and his cheeks flushed red-hot. He was aware, nevertheless, that even Señora Tassara had not been told everything, and that Señora Paez was reasonably honest in what she had been saying. There was no necessity for enlightening Colonel Rodriguez.
Perhaps our best chance, after all, is that he has only one company of lancers, and that any officer sent with it might have instructions which would take him by another road than this." "The inspector-general had with him an escort of his own," said Tassara. "If he should send those fellows, they would be likely to know how to find us. They are not under the orders of Guerra."
I don't believe they will catch either Tassara or Zuroaga this time. The colonel will soon raise his new regiment, and my old friend will be down in Oaxaca in safety, waiting for the hour that is to come. Paredes would give something to see my last letter from Santa Anna." So there were many plots and counterplots, and the politest men might not be always what they seemed.
"I know what I want to do next," he was thinking. "My pony and my satchel are at the headquarters stables. I can get them whenever I want them. I must go to the Tassara place. I can find it. Then I must manage to put them there, so that I won't have to show myself at the headquarters unless I'm sent for."
Other subjects of conversation must now have come up, however, for one of them arose with great dignity of manner, remarking: "My dear colonel, I am glad that I shall be able to make so encouraging a report to his Excellency. As for Colonel Tassara, we shall serve our warrant upon him some time to-morrow.
Thieves have been killed, too, in trying to carry off the Tassara plate. There would be more like it, in some places, if so much had not been made plunder of and melted up in our dreadful revolutions. Some of them were only great robberies. I understand that you must go to your business now, but we shall see you again this evening."
At the end nearest Ned stood a massive silver coffee-urn, beautifully molded, and it was not wonderful that he stood still a moment to stare at it, for it had taken him altogether by surprise. Almost instantly a change came over the dark, handsome features of Señora Tassara.
She might be a powerful personage in more ways than one. At all events, Ned was led out to the central hall and across it, to where an uncommonly wide door stood open, letting out a flood of illumination. "Walk in, señors," said Colonel Tassara, from just inside this portal, and the next moment Ned was altogether astonished.
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