Captain from Castile Page #11

I kill de Silva.

Me, Coatl.

- God's will be done.

- Yes, Padre.

Guard!

They're coming.

Kiss me good-bye now.

Let me hold you close

for this last minute.

Guard!Guard, unlock the prison door.

Good-bye, my love.

Only I know it isn't good-bye.

Pedro, you kept your vow

and God didn't desert you.

- You're free.

- Free? I've killed him!

- Take her away.

- No!

Let me go!

How you must have pained our Lord's heart

and that ofhis holy Mother.

It is wrong even to contemplate...

the taking of a life,

your own as well as another's.

God is the giver of life.

God alone can be the taker.

The sin is all the greater...

since God has placed

an unborn soul in your keeping.

But our Lord has

a compassionate heart.

He has mercifully ordained

that Pedro will live.

You have been blessed, my child, beyond

most women in being given a second chance.

May you walk in the light of

that knowledge all the days of your life.

Captain de Vargas reporting, sir.

Sandoval reporting, sir.

Everything ready to move

as planned, sir.

Gentlemen, this time last year

we were fighting mosquitoes in swamps...

accepting paltry gifts

and half starving.

But now, we stand knocking at the very door

of the great emperor Moctezuma.

We shall meet His Majesty face to face,

have done with ambassadors and specks of gold.

This, gentlemen,

is just the beginning.

De Vargas, order the first detachment

ready to move forward.

- Yes, sir.

- Gentlemen, be ready to march.

Yes, sir.

I charge you, put this greed

for gold out of your hearts.

Open your eyes

to what lies before you.

Go forward not as conquerors,

but as men of God!

The sun shines here

as fair as in Spain.

Let it shine on all men alike.

Here there shall be neither

master nor slave...

no looking up nor looking down...

but here all men shall be equal,

according to God's plan.

The Lord has indeed

blessed this land.

In its richness it may yet outvalue

all the gold of Moctezuma.

And in God's own time...

it will blossom forth

under the cross of Christianity...

a haven for the weak,

a refuge for the strong...

with all the good of the Old World

and none of its ills.

Before this venture is concluded, gentlemen...

we will taste thejoys of victory...

or the bitterness of defeat.

Many will die in the days

that lie ahead...

but those who survive will one day

return to their homeland...

rich in wisdom and gold,

exonerated by His Majesty...

and forever secure

in the knowledge...

that they have participated

in the opening of a new world.

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