Captain from Castile Page #9

Train your cannon on that heathen idol

and fire when ready.

- Yes, sir.

- Tell the royal prince to watch closely...

and see which is the more powerful,

his gods or my cannon.

- Ready!

Fire!

Now, Seor Cacamatzin...

tell your uncle, the emperor,

how helpless your gods are before us.

Father, I count my chances in purgatory improved

by this temple cleaning.

When the time comes for idols to fall,

they fall of themselves.

Get a detail of men. Take charge of the treasure.

- Yes, sir.

- Milord...

the royal prince says now

your only hope of escape...

is to turn back

and leave this country at once.

Leave the country?

Impossible. We have no ships.

He says 18 ships

have just arrived at Villa Rica.

Eighteen ships at Villa Rica?

- That means a thousand men.

- Cannon and horses.

Thank the royal prince

for this very welcome news.

Our supplies and reinforcements

have arrived sooner than expected.

- Yes, milord.

- Now, by heaven, we've got

them where we want 'em.

Don't be a fool.

Those ships come from Cuba, not Spain.

Governor Velzquez is not a man

to sit idly by while there's gold to be had.

He's come to hang us from a yardarm.

This royal prince knows more

than he's telling. We must act at once.

Divide our force, leave half here,

march with the rest to Villa Rica.

- Villa Rica?

- It's a hard choice, but it's one thing or the other.

Stay here and we're caught between

Governor Velzquez on one side...

and a million savages on the other.

- Doa Marina.

- Yes, milord.

Inform the royal prince it will be necessary

for five of his chieftains to remain here...

- as a guarantee that there will

be no violence while I am gone.

- Yes, milord.

- Captain Sandoval.

- Yes, sir.

- Prepare to march immediately.

- Yes, sir.

- De Vargas.

- Yes, sir.

You will be captain of the guard.

Prepare quarters for the prisoners.

- See they do not leave this camp.

- Yes, sir.

- Doa Marina.

- Yes, milord.

Tell Seor Cacamatzin that we take our leave

in all respect and friendship.

Yes, milord.

All quiet?

All quiet.

Too quiet, if you ask me.

Regular hurricane weather.

Makes you feel like something

was hanging over us.

Listen.

There it goes again.

They're a pretty big pack

if they rise.

There's still enough

of us to handle them.

I wonder.

Why don't you get some rest, amigo?

You've been in your boots

a straight 30 hours.

I want to have a look around first.

Hasta la vista.

Hasta la vista.

- Seor.

- Yes?

Will you speak to me, Seor Pedro?

Seor, I know you,

but you not know me.

Me Coatl.

Coatl! Why didn't you speak to me?

Seor Pedro Castilian.

I hate Castilians.

But you and I are friends, Coatl.

I think of that, seor.

I think of what you do

for me in Spain.

I think I speak to you now...

maybe I understand better

why you come here.

This is my country, seor.

These my people, my gods.

We not come tell you to stop loving

your gods. We not come make you slaves.

Why you do this, seor?

Well, I'm afraid I haven't

any answer for that.

It isn't right for men

to worship idols.

There's only one true God.

Maybe your god and my god same god.

Maybe we just call them

by different names.

Perhaps. But we're

not enemies, you and I.

I give my life for you, seor...

but you hurt my people, I fight you.

I can understand that.

I suppose that... if I were

in your place, I'd do the same.

Be still.

I've got to get around this ear.

Careful now.

Remember, I'm ticklish.

By my soul, I'd rather clip a horse.

You've been singin'

all morning. Why?

- I feel like singing.

- Why?

What a picture.

It's a good thing I'm not jealous.

Don't rattle her, Brother Pedro.

This is a critical moment.

And if she cuts me

Seor, you must get some rest.

Oh, those drums.

If only they'd stop.

They'll never stop.

Here's a wench for

the New World, Brother Pedro.

Bless me if I know

which of you I love best.

Catana, if he ever breaks your heart

and goes chasing after some fancy lady, I'll

You'll what?

I don't know. I guess

it would break my heart too.

My poor seor.

Four days without sleep.

Go to sleep, my seor.

Go to sleep.

Oh, my seor, I love you.

I love you so much it hurts.

Juan.

Does he still love her a great deal?

- Who?

- The Lady Luisa.

No, tell me truly.

I want the truth.

I don't know.

Perhaps as a cavalier

loves his lady.

He took a pledge to serve her,

whatever that means.

I wouldn't understand.

But I understand.

Let him love her if he wants to.

But I shall bear him his first son.

Catana!

That's what I'm so happy about.

Does he know?

No, not yet.

It's a secret.

But isn't it wonderful?

Yes.

I've been very wicked

all my life, Juan.

It's hard for a girl

without parents to be good.

Maybe that's why our Lord has not

held it against me has been so kind.

You don't think he'd take

it out on my baby, do you?

- Take what out?

- My sins.

Oh, Catana.

My baby is innocent.

Besides, he will be the son

of Pedro de Vargas...

and the grandson

of Don Francisco de Vargas.

To think that

I shall be his mother

I, Catana Perez, of the Rosario.

We'll name him Francisco.

No, of course not.

I forgot.

His father would not want

to give his name to... my son.

But I'll bring him up properly.

He'll be smart too.

Perhaps he'll be a priest,

maybe a bishop.

Why not?

Think of it.

My son a bishop.

Oh, my darling...

I want him to have everything

I never had.

But all I can give him

is my love for you.

Oh, seor, seor.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It's Cortez back from Villa Rica!

Wake up, Pedro!

- Don't wake him up!

- The whole army's with him.

Must be more than 100 horses.

- Quick, Pedro, get up, get up!

- You can't wake him up.

He's captain of the guard.

He's gotta go out to meet Cortez.

Quick, your sword, Pedro.

- Captain de Vargas.

- Yes, sir.

- My congratulations, sir.

- Now the governor of Cuba

will have ample evidence...

of what my intentions are and be convinced

that I'm the leader of this expedition.

Come with me. I want to see all my captains

in my quarters immediately!

- Congratulations, sir.

- Thank you.

God!

By my soul, Botello!

- Where did you get that hat?

- Pretty, isn't it?

Oh How did it go?

Well, I'll tell you.

The credit in history will go to Cortez...

but I shiver to think

what would have happened...

had I not been there

to guide him by the stars.

There we were,

facing an army of Cubans and Basques.

Every man with the lust

of gold in his heart.

Juan, what's the matter? Are you sick?

Let loose of me, you dog!

Let loose of me!

Captain Cortez!

Captain Cortez!

Mother of God!

Why do you stop me?

But for you this dog would have

been splattered against that house!

- Pedro.

- What is it, Father?

Pedro, may God give you

strength in this...

your hour of greatest need,

to keep your vow.

Of course, Father, I intend to.

Repeat that vow, Pedro.

As you hope for salvation, repeat it now.

That you should attempt to kill

Seor de Silva, an emissary of His Majesty...

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