Captain from Castile Page #4

For God's sake, have mercy.

You wouldn't kill an unarmed man.

De Vargas, you wouldn't murder me.

- Bareheaded before death, coward.

- I'll let you go free.

You have one moment left.

Spend it thinking of the child,

my sister, that you murdered.

Oh, have mercy. Have mercy.

I beg you. I beg you.

- You'd make amends, perhaps?

- Yes.

- Secure our release?

- Yes.

- Pay a suitable fine? Make public apology?

- Yes. Yes. Anything. Everything.

- Can I trust you?

- I swear it. I swear before God.

Oh, no, not before God, de Silva.

Perhaps if you renounced your

faith in God, I'd believe you.

You've defiled everything

that the Church stands for.

Now...

renounce your faith in God.

Yes. Anything.

I'll renounce God.

Spare my life.

Now answer to God for your crimes.

Hurry. Come on. We've got

no more than a minute.

For heaven's sake, hurry, seores.

The others are waiting.

- Pedro.

- Pedro.

- Mother, Father, this is Juan Garcia.

- Seor.

Quick, seores. Hurry.

I must sound the alarm.

- Your horses are there.

- God bless you.

- Catana.

- Hurry, seor. We'll have to race for it.

- Mother, Father, Catana Perez.

- Seorita.

- This horse is for you, seora.

- I fear it will be of no help

riding with a woman like me.

What we lose in speed

we gain in honor...

- riding with Doa Maria de Vargas.

- Come along.

Guards! Guards!

Prisoner escaped from the lower cell!

Prisoner escaped from the lower cell!

Guards! Guards!

Prisoner escaped from the lower cell!

Gracious sir and lady,

Your Mercy's servant, Hernn Soler.

I never expected the honor

of serving so renowned a captain...

- or so noble a lady.

- Thank you, seor.

And now may I ask

what are your plans?

To leave immediately.

Don't dismount.

Seor, my wife is almost spent.

If she could have a carriage

Impossible. There's no road

for a carriage where we're going.

Wait for me here, chiquilla.

I'll be back tomorrow.

And see that you look your best

for my homecoming.

I'll take orders from you when you've

carried out your part of the bargain.

What bargain?

My part was to take you

across the mountains, seor.

And the other part?

That you get started quick, seor,

so so my Hernn can get back to me.

I'm his girl now.

I love him.

Seores.

I've a notion to take you with me.

Why not?

I can ride with the seora.

I can hear the horses on the road.

- Go! Go!

- We'd better hurry, seores.

There are horses on the road.

- Soler, you lead the way.

Juan and I will guard the rear.

- Come on.

They're pressing us fast. We'll have to

make better time or they'll overtake us.

My wife can't go any faster.

Alto! Seor Soler!

Seor Soler! Alto!

Look, you! Here! I remember this trail

from the Moorish wars.

Good only for goats, seor.

A woman could never make it.

In that case, the ladies will keep to the road,

and I'll stay with them.

You gentlemen wait here

for our pursuers.

Let them have a glimpse of you,

then take to the trail.

My guess is they'll think we all went

in that direction and follow you.

I bargained to lead you

to the coast, not to fight.

Either I ride with

the ladies too or adis.

You're quite right, seor.

A bargain is a bargain.

Juan and I will stay behind.

Good-bye, Mother.

Bear yourself well, my son.

My blessings go with you.

- God be with you, seor.

- And with you, Catana, always.

- Good-bye, Father.

- Good-bye, Son.

Be ready. They're coming.

We must act fast.

Seor! Seor!

Alto! There they are! After them!

- There is tu pap.

- Papa.

- Such abominable treachery.

- Treachery, Father? What kind of treachery?

The worst.

The blackest.

Seor de Silva entered that scoundrel

Pedro de Vargas's cell...

with a view to getting a confession

which would help him before the tribunal

an act, mind you,

of Christian charity

and de Vargas sprang

upon him unawares...

drove a sword through his body,

then escaped.

Escaped?

Are you sure?

But never fear, he'll be taken.

La Santa Hermandad has a long arm.

Oh, how terrible.

Mmm. There's one cheerful

aspect to the affair.

The sword was deflected

by a rib and missed the heart.

Oh, Seor de Silva is,

of course, in a grave way.

But unless mortification sets in,

the doctors have hope of his recovery.

Only three days ago,

Seor de Silva called on me.

And at his entreaty, it was practically

arranged that I give you in marriage to him.

Isn't that a fine choice?

Haven't I done well by you?

As I have often told her, my lord...

you're a very fortunate girl, my dear,

to have so thoughtful and generous a father.

Oh, tut, tut.

Why shouldn't I be generous?

The child's happiness is

my only concern in this world.

- Do you think Pedro will be captured?

- I hope not.

It would be dreadful.

I'd die.

If he were caught and they

found my handkerchief

Oh. We must pray for him.

Yes. Let's go pray now.

- I promise 10 candles

to San Cristobal if he escapes.

- Good for you, my dear.

Seor, you do not have to

gather wood. I would do that.

You steal the chickens.

I'll get the wood.

- Is she beautiful, seor?

- She? Who?

The lady whose handkerchief

you carry over your heart.

Very beautiful.

A great and lovely lady

whom I am privileged to serve.

Who is she, seor?

The Lady Luisa de Carvajal.

Oh, yes, seor.

She is beautiful.

I have seen her in church. And once I saw her

riding in a procession with her father.

All eyes were on her.

I said to myself then,

she looks like a jewel in the sunlight.

You are very fortunate, seor.

Yes.

It's me.

- Well?

- Nothing to fret about.

I went right into Sanlcar

in this, God forgive me...

and not a hint of trouble.

- Mmm! Smells good.

- Chicken's almost done, seor.

You should have been with me, lad.

I ran into an old friend

of mine, Jorge Santerra.

He's master of the Boniface,

which sails for the Indies tomorrow and

Never mind about that. Did you find out

when there's a ship for Italy?

Uh, your ship's the Julia.

Sailing in about a week.

But this friend of mine, he was telling me

that before he left Cuba...

all the talk was of a vast armada

that Governor Velzquez was fitting out...

to take over a new land,

a country full of gold.

He told me that every politician in the place...

is hanging around the governor like a pack

of dogs after meat, scheming for command.

But the talk was that

Hernn Cortez would get it.

Who's Hernn Cortez?

A very courageous soldier...

and a very popular gentleman,

especially with the ladies.

Come on, lad, this is

the chance of a lifetime.

Forget Italy.

Let's go to the Indies.

They say every man that goes with Cortez

will share in the profits and come back rich.

No, it's impossible.

If my family are still alive, they're in Italy.

They'll be expecting me.

I mustn't fail them.

Besides, what's this itch

that's got hold of you?

Isn't there anything else

in life but gold?

Perhaps.

But there's a lot to be

said for gold too.

It got you out of prison, didn't it?

Besides, you're wrong

about the islands.

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