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"Yes, General, I am aware of that."
"Good Now what would the ambassador think were I to arrest on a crime of high treason not only a Spaniard of the highest rank, but also a man whom he recommended to me? Do you suppose he would be pleased, after the numerous services he has already rendered me, and those which he may still be called on to render me, with such conduct on my part? I could, you will say, perhaps, take the letter and discuss the affair confidentially with the ambassador: but, my friend, the insult would be no less grave in that way, as you shall judge. Don Pacheco is the representative of a European government; he belongs to the old school of diplomatists of the beginning of the century: for these two reasons and others I pass over in silence; he holds us poor American diplomatists and governors in but slight estimation, he is so infatuated with his own merit and his superiority over us, that, were I foolish enough to prove to him that he has been deceived by a villain who has played with him with the most daring effrontery, Don Pacheco would be furious, not at having been deceived, but because I had unmasked the deceiver: his wounded self-esteem would never forgive me the advantage which chance would gratuitously give me over him, and instead of a useful friend, I should make myself an irreconcilable enemy."
"The reasons you condescend to give me, General, are very good, I allow; but for all that, the man is a traitor."
"That is true, but he is no fool, far from it. If I fight tomorrow and gain the victory, he will remain attached to my fortunes, as he was at Toluca."
"Yes, he will be faithful till he finds a favourable opportunity for ruining you utterly."
"I do not say the contrary; but who knows? – perhaps we shall find, between this and then, the means of getting rid of him without noise or scandal."
The adventurer reflected for a moment.
"Stay, General," he said suddenly, "I believe I have found the means."
"First, allow me to ask you a question, and promise to answer it."
"I do promise."
"You know this man, he is your personal enemy."
"Yes, General," he answered frankly.
"I suspected it: the inveteracy you display in destroying him did not seem to me natural. Now let me hear your plan."
"The sole motive that holds you back, you told me yourself, is the fear of offending the ambassador of her Catholic Majesty."
"It is, indeed, the sole one, Don Jaime."
"Well, General, suppose Don Pacheco consented to abandon this man?"
"Could you succeed in obtaining that?"
"I will obtain more, if necessary; I will make him give me a letter, in which he shall not only abandon Don Antonio Cacerbas, as he chooses to call himself, but also authorize you to try him."
"Oh, oh! That seems a rather bold statement, Don Jaime," the President remarked, dubiously.
"That is my business, General; the main point is, that you shall not be in any way compromised, and remain neutral."
"That is my only desire, and you understand the serious reasons for it?"
"I understand them, General, and pledge you my word that your name shall not be even mentioned."
"In my turn, I pledge you my word as a soldier that if you succeed in obtaining this letter, the villain shall be shot in the back in the centre of the Plaza Mayor, even though I had only an hour's authority left me."
"I hold your pledge, General; besides, I have the blank signature you were kind enough to give me; I will myself arrest the villain when the moment arrives."
"Have you nothing more to say to me?"
"Pardon me, General, I have still a request to make."
"What is it?"
"General, I wish to accompany you on your expedition."
"I thank you, my friend, and gladly accept."
"I shall have the honour of joining you at the moment when the army sets out."
"I attach you to my staff."
"It is, no doubt, a great favour," he answered, with a smile, "but, unfortunately, it is impossible for me to accept it."
"Why not?"
"Because I shall not be alone, General – the three hundred horses who followed me at Toluca will again come with me; but during the battle my cuadrilla and myself will be at your side."
"I give up all idea of comprehending you, my friend; you have the privilege of performing miracles."
"You shall have a proof of that. Now, General, permit me to take leave of you."
"Go, then, my friend, I will keep you no longer."
After affectionately pressing the hand which the General offered him, Don Jaime withdrew.
Lopez was waiting for him at the palace gate; he mounted his horse, and at once returned home. After writing some letters, which he ordered his peon to deliver at once, Don Jaime changed his dress, took certain papers locked up in a bronze casket, assured himself that the hour was not improper (it was hardly ten at night), then went out, and hurried toward the Spanish Embassy, from which he was at no great distance. The Ambassador's door was still open; servants in handsome liveries were moving about the courtyard and vestibule; a porter was standing at the entrance of the zaguán, halberd in hand.
Don Jaime addressed him. The porter called a footman, and made the adventurer a sign to follow this man. On reaching an antechamber, an usher wearing a silver chain round his neck, approached Don Jaime, handed him a card, sealed up in an envelope.
"Deliver this card to his Excellency," he said.
At the expiration of a few minutes the usher returned, and throwing open a door, said —
"His Excellency awaits your lordship."
Don Jaime followed him, passed through several rooms, and at length reached the cabinet in which the Ambassador was. Don Pacheco advanced a few steps toward him, and bowed graciously.
"To what happy chance may I attribute your visit, caballero?" he asked him.
"I beg your Excellency to excuse me," Don Jaime replied, with a bow, "but it was not in my power to select a more convenient hour."
"At whatever hour you may think proper to come, sir, I shall always be delighted to receive you," the Ambassador made answer.
At a sign from his master the usher drew up a chair, and then retired. The two gentlemen bowed again to each other, and sat down.
"Now I am ready to listen to you," the Ambassador said; "be kind enough to speak, my Lord Count – "
"I implore your Excellency," Don Jaime eagerly interrupted, "to permit me to maintain my incognito even toward yourself."
"Very good, sir, I will respect your wishes," the Ambassador remarked, with a bow.
Don Jaime opened his pocketbook, and took from it a document, which he handed to the Ambassador.
"Will your Excellency," he said, "deign to cast your eyes on this royal order?"
The Ambassador took the order, and began reading it with the most earnest attention; when he had finished he returned the paper to Don Jaime, who folded it up and placed it again in his pocketbook.
"Do you demand the execution of this royal order, caballero?" the Ambassador said.
Don Jaime bowed.
"Very good," Don Francisco Pacheco remarked.
He rose, went to his table, wrote a few words on a sheet of paper bearing the arms of Spain and the Embassy stamp, signed it, sealed it, and then handed it open to Don Jaime.
"Here," he said, "is a letter for his Excellency, General Miramón; will you take charge of it, or do you prefer it being sent by the Embassy?"
"I will take charge of it, with your Excellency's permission," he replied.
The ambassador folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and then handed it to Don Jaime. "I regret, caballero," he said, "that I am unable to give you any other proofs of my desire to be agreeable to you."
"I have the honour to request your Excellency to accept the expression of my lively gratitude," Don Jaime answered, with a respectful bow.
"Shall I not have the pleasure of seeing you again, caballero?"
"I shall do myself the honour of coming to pay my respects to your Excellency."
The Ambassador rang a bell, and the usher made his appearance. The two gentlemen bowed ceremoniously, and Don Jaime retired.
CHAPTER XXXVII
THE LAST BLOW
On the morrow the sun rose radiantly in floods of gold and purple. Mexico was rejoicing. The city had resumed its festive air; it seemed to have returned to the bright days of calmness and tranquillity: the whole population were in the streets; the motley crowd were hastening with shouts, songs, and laughter to the Paseo de Bucareli. Military bands, drums and fifes, could be heard playing in different directions. Staff officers, dressed in uniforms glistening with gold, and plumed hats, were galloping about to deliver orders. The troops left their barracks, and proceeded toward the Paseo, where they drew up on either side of the great avenue.
The artillery took up position in front of the equestrian statue of King Charles IV., whom the leperos insist on confounding with Fernando Cortez, and the cavalry, only eleven hundred strong, were, drawn up on the Alameda. The leperos and boys took advantage of the occasion for rejoicing by discharging crackers and squibs between the legs of the loungers. At about ten a.m. loud shouts were heard rapidly drawing nearer the Paseo. The people were greeting the President of the Republic.
General Miramón came up in the midst of a brilliant staff. The expression on the President's face was a glad one, he seemed to be pleased with these shouts of "Long live Miramón!" uttered as he passed, and which proved to him that the people still loved him and were displaying, after their fashion, their gratitude for the heroic resolution he had formed of risking a final battle on the open field, instead of awaiting the enemy within the city. The General bowed smilingly to the right and left. When he reached the entrance of the Paseo, twenty pieces of artillery thundered simultaneously, and thus announced his presence to the troops massed on the promenade. Then, rapid orders ran along the ranks, the soldiers fell in, the regimental bands began playing, the bugles sounded, the drums beat, the General passed slowly along the front, and the review began. The soldiers seemed full of ardour, the crowd had communicated their enthusiasm to them, and they shouted, "Long live Miramón!" heartily, as the President passed.
The inspection held by the General was short and conscientious. It was not one of those reviews which rulers now and then offer the people as an amusement. On leaving the city these troops were going to march straight into action, and the great object was to know whether they were really in a condition to face the foe, whom they would attack a few hours later. The General's orders had been scrupulously carried out, the troops were well armed, and they had a martial air which it was a pleasure to see. When the President had passed along the ranks, now and then addressing soldiers whom he recognised, or pretended to recognize, – an old method which always succeeds, as it flatters the soldier's self-esteem – he stationed himself in the centre of the Paseo, and ordered several manoeuvres in order to gain an idea of the training of the troops. These manoeuvres, some of which were rather difficult, were executed with very satisfactory precision. The President warmly congratulated the commanding officers, and then the marching past began; but, after passing in front of the President, the troops resumed their former positions, and established a temporary bivouac.
Miramón, not wishing uselessly to fatigue his troops by compelling them to march during the great heat, had resolved not to set out till nightfall. Up to that moment the troops would bivouac on the Paseo. Among the officers who composed the President's staff, and returned with him to the palace, were Don Melchior de la Cruz, Don Antonio Cacerbas, and Don Jaime. Don Melchior, though he was rather surprised at seeing in military uniform a man whom he had hitherto only known by the name of Don Adolfo, and whom he supposed to be engaged in smuggling transactions, saluted him with an ironical smile. Don Jaime duly returned his salute, and got away, as he was not at all desirous of entering into conversation with him. As for Don Antonio, as he had never seen Don Jaime with his face uncovered, he paid no attention to him.
While the President was returning to the palace, Don Jaime, who had stopped on the Plaza Mayor, dismounted, and was joined by the Count and Dominique, with whom he had made an appointment, though they would not have recognised him, had he not taken the precaution of walking straight up to them.
"Are you going with the army?" they asked him.
"Yes, my friends, I am: but I shall be back here: unfortunately the campaign will not be a long one. During my absence, redouble your vigilance, I implore you: do not let my sister's house out of sight; one of our enemies will remain in the city."
"Only one?" said Dominique.
"Yes; but he is the more formidable of the two; the one whose life you so clumsily saved, Dominique."
"Good; I know him," the young man answered, "he had better look out."
"And Don Melchior?" the Count asked.
"He will not trouble us," Don Jaime answered, with a singular accent. "So, my dear friends, watch attentively, and do not allow yourselves to be surprised."
"If necessary we will make Leo Carral and our servants help us."
"That will be more prudent; and perhaps you would act wisely by lodging them in the house."
"We will attend to that."
"Now let us part, I have business at the palace. Good-bye for the present, my friends."
They separated. Don Jaime entered the palace and proceeded to the President's cabinet. The usher knew him, and raised no difficulty about letting him pass. Miramón was listening to the reports several scouts made him touching the enemy's movements. Don Jaime sat down and waited patiently till the President had finished his examination. At length the last scout completed his report and withdrew.
"Well," the President said, with a laugh, "have you seen the ambassador?"
"Certainly, General. Last night, after leaving you."
"And the famous letter?"
"Here it is," he said, handing it to him.
The General took the paper with a start of surprise, and rapidly perused it.
"Well?" Don Jaime asked him.
"We have not only carte blanche?" he answered; "But I am even begged to act severely against this man; it is wonderful, on my honour. You have more than carried out my promises. How did you manage it?"
"I simply asked for the letter."
"You are the most mysterious man I know: it is now my turn to fulfil my promise."
"There is no hurry."
"Do you no longer wish to have him arrested?"
"On the contrary: but not till our return."
"As you please: but what shall we do in the meanwhile?"
"We will leave him under the orders of the Town Commandant."
"By Jove, you are right."
The President wrote an order, sealed it, and called the usher. "Is Colonel Cacerbas here?" he asked.
"Yes, Excellency."
"Let him carry this order to the Town Commandant."
The usher took the order and went away.
"That is done," said the President
Don Jaime remained with the General till the hour for departure. At nightfall, the troops began defiling on the plaza, surrounded by the people, who shouted lustily. When all the troops had passed, the General left the palace, in his turn, with his staff. A large squadron of cavalry was drawn up in the plaza.
"Whose are those horsemen?" the General asked.
"My cuadrilla," Don Jaime answered with a bow.
These horsemen, wrapped in long heavy cloaks, and wearing broad brimmed hats, only allowed the end of their beard to be seen. It was in vain that the President examined them, trying to distinguish their faces.
"You cannot recognise them," Don Jaime said to him, in a low voice, "the beards are false, their dress is in itself a disguise; but, believe me, they will not fight the less bravely in action."
"I am persuaded of that, and thank you."
They set out. Don Jaime raised his sword, the horsemen wheeled and stationed themselves as a rear guard, they were three hundred in number. Differing from the Mexican cavalry, whose favourite weapon is the lance, they were armed with a carbine, the straight sabre of the French chasseur d'Afrique, and pistols in their holsters. At midnight the troops camped, orders were given not to light any bivouac fires. At about three in the morning a scout arrived. He was at once conducted to the President.
"Ah, ah! It is you, Lopez?" the General said, on recognising him.
"Yes, General," Lopez replied, with a smile to Don Jaime, who was seating by the President's side negligently smoking a cigarette.
"What news? Have you heard anything about the enemy?" Miramón asked.
"Yes, General, and quite fresh."
"All the better: where is he?"
"Four leagues from here."
"Good, we shall soon be there then. Which corps is it?"
"That of General Don Gonzalez Ortega."
"Bravo," the President said joyously, "you are a precious lad: here is something for you."
He placed several pieces of gold in his hand, "Give me the details," he continued.
"General Ortega is at the head of eleven thousand men, of whom three thousand are cavalry, and thirty-five guns."
"Have you seen them?"
"I marched with them for more than an hour."
"In what temper are they?"
"Well, General, they are furious against you."
"Good, rest yourself, you have an hour to sleep."
Lopez bowed and withdrew.
"At last then," said Miramón, "we are going to meet face to face."
"How many troops have you, General?" Don Jaime asked.
"Six thousand, of whom eleven hundred are cavalry and twenty guns."
"Hum," said Don Jaime, "against eleven thousand! It is not quite the double my friend, courage will make up for the deficiency."
"May heaven grant it!"
At four o'clock the camp was raised: Lopez acted; as guide. The troops, shivering with cold, were in a very unsatisfactory temper. At about seven they; halted, the army was drawn up in battle array in a very advantageous position and the guns placed in battery. Don Jaime drew up his horse behind the regular cavalry. Then, all arrangements being made, they breakfasted. At eight o'clock, what the Spaniards call a tiroteo began to be heard: the outposts were falling back before the heads of Ortega's columns, which were debouching on the battlefield selected by Miramón, and were exchanging shots with them.
Nothing would have been easier for the President than to avoid the battle, but he did not wish it, as he longed for the end. Miramón was surrounded by his surest lieutenants, Velez Cobos, Negrite, Ayestaran and Márquez. On perceiving the enemy he mounted his horse, rode along the ranks of his small army, gave his instructions in a loud sharp voice, strove to communicate to all the valiant ardor that inflated him, and raising his sword in the air, shouted – "Forward!"
The battle at once commenced. The Juarist army forced to form under the enemy's fire, had a marked disadvantage. Miramón's troops, excited by the example of their young chief, who was only twenty-six years of age, fought like lions and performed prodigies of valour. In vain did the Juarists try to establish themselves in the position they had chosen; they were driven back several times by the vigorous charges of the enemy. In spite of their numerical superiority, the soldiers only advanced inch by inch, and were constantly driven back and broken by the President's troops.
Miramón's lieutenants, into whom his soul seemed to have passed, placed themselves at the head of the troops, drew them after them, and dashed into the thickest of the fight. One more effort, and the battle was gained, and Ortega forced to retreat. Miramón hurried up. He judged the position with an infallible glance. The moment had arrived to hurl his cavalry on the centre of the Juarists, and break it by a decisive charge. The President shouted: "charge!" The cavalry hesitated. Miramón repeated the order. The cavalry set out, but, instead charging, one-half went over to the enemy, and charged with couched lances, the other half that still remained faithful. Demoralized by this sudden desertion, the cavalry who remained faithful turned round, and dispersed in all directions. The infantry, on seeing themselves thus cowardly deserted, fought without energy.
Cries of "treachery, treachery!" ran along the ranks. In vain did the officers try to lead the soldiers again against the enemy. They were demoralized. Ere long the flight became general. Miramón's army no longer existed. Ortega was once again the victor but through a shameful treachery at the very moment when he had lost the battle.
We have said that Don Jaime took up a position with his cuadrilla in the rear of Miramón's cavalry. Certainly, if three hundred men could have changed the issue of the battle, these brave horsemen would have accomplished the prodigy. Even when the rout was general, they continued fighting with unparalleled obstinacy against the Juarist cavalry, sent in pursuit of the fugitives. Don Jaime had an object in prolonging this unequal combat. As a witness of the unworthy treachery which had caused the loss of the battle, he had seen the officer who was the first to pass over to the enemy with his soldiers. This officer was Don Melchior. Don Jaime recognized him, and swore to capture him. The adventurer's cuadrilla was not composed of common horsemen, as they had already proved and would prove again. In a few hurried words, Don Jaime explained his intention. The horsemen uttered a yell of fury, and resolutely charged the enemy. There was a gigantic struggle of three hundred men against three thousand. The cuadrilla entirely disappeared, as if it had been suddenly buried beneath the formidable mass of its adversaries. Then the Juarists began oscillating. Their ranks became loosened. There a gap, and through this gap the cuadrilla passed, carrying off Don Melchior in its centre – a prisoner.
"To the President! To the President!" Don Jaime shouted, as he dashed with his whole band up to Miramón, who was vainly trying to rally a few detachments.
Miramón's lieutenants, who were all his friends, had not abandoned him. They had sworn to die with him. The cuadrilla made a last charge for the purpose of disengaging the general. Then, after taking one despairing glance at the battlefield, Miramón consented to listen to his friends, and retreat. Of his whole army, scarce a thousand men remained to him. The rest were dead, dispersed, or had gone over to the enemy.
The first moments of the retreat were terrible. Miramón was suffering from a fearful sorrow, caused not by his defeat, which he had foreseen, but by the cowardly treachery of which he was the victim. When they no longer feared being caught up by the enemy, the President ordered a halt, to enable the horses to breathe. Miramón, leaning against a tree, with folded arms and drooping head, maintained a stern silence, which his generals, standing near him, did not venture to break.
Don Jaime advanced, and, stopping two paces from the President, said: "General!"
At the sound of this friendly voice, Miramón raised his head, and offered his hand to the adventurer.
"Is it you?" he said, "My friend? Oh! Why did I so obstinately refuse to believe you?"
"What is done is done, General," the adventurer roughly answered. "We cannot recall it. But, before leaving the spot where we now are, you have a duty to fulfil – an exemplary act of justice to perform."
"What do you mean?" he asked with amazement.
The other generals drew nearer, no less surprised than he.
"You know why we were defeated?" the adventurer continued.
"Because we were betrayed."
"But do you know the traitor, General?"
"No, I do not," he said, passionately.
"Well, I do. I was there when he carried out his cowardly project, and was watching him; for I had been suspecting him for some time past."
"What matter? The villain cannot be reached now."
"You are mistaken, General, for I have brought him to you. I went to fetch him in the midst of his new comrades: and would have gone to the infernal regions to seize him."
At these words a quiver of joy ran along the ranks.
"By Heaven!" Cobos exclaimed; "the villain deserves quartering."
"Bring the man here," Miramón said, sadly; for his heart was painfully affected at being forced to act severely; "he shall be tried."
"That will not take long," said General Negrite; "he will meet with the death of traitors – shot from behind."
"We have only to prove his identity, and have him executed," Cobos added.
Don Jaime gave a signal, and Don Melchior was brought up by two. He was pale and haggard; his torn clothes were stained with blood and mud: his hands were fastened behind his back. The officers formed a court martial under the presidency of General Cobos.
"Your name?" the latter asked.
"Don Melchior de la Cruz," he replied in a hollow voice.
"Do you acknowledge that you went over to the enemy, taking your command with you?"
He made no answer, but his whole body was agitated by a convulsive tremor.
"The court is certain of this man's treachery," Cobos continued; "what punishment has he deserved?"
"That of traitors!" the officers unanimously replied.
"Let it be carried into effect," said Cobos.
The condemned was forced on his knees. Ten corporals formed a firing party, and placed themselves six paces behind him.
General Cobos then approached the condemned man. "Coward and traitor," he said to him, "you are unworthy of the rank to which you were raised. In the name of all our companions I declare you to be degraded and rejected from our midst."
A soldier then removed the symbols of Don Melchior's rank, and gave him a blow in the face. The young man uttered a tiger's yell at this insult, looked around him in horror, and made a movement to rise.
"Fire!" General Cobos shouted.
A detonation was heard; the criminal uttered a fearful cry of agony, and fell with his face on the ground, writhing in awful convulsions.
"Finish him!" Miramón said, pityingly.
"No!" Cobos cried, roughly; "Let him die like a dog. The more he suffers, the more perfect our vengeance will be."
Miramón gave a look of disgust, and ordered the boot and saddle to be sounded. The troops set out. Only two men remained with the wretched man, watching him writhe at their feet in atrocious agony. These two men were General Cobos and Don Jaime. Don Jaime bent down to him, raised his head, and forcing him to fix his glassy eyes on him, said in a hollow voice —
"Parricide! Traitor to your country and your brothers, the latter avenge themselves today. Die, like the dog you are. Your soul will go to the fiend who awaits it, and your body, deprived of sepulture, will be the prey of wild beasts!"
"Mercy!" the wretch cried, as he fell back. "Mercy!"
A final convulsion agitated his body, his crisped features became hideous; he uttered a horrible yell, and stirred no more. Don Jaime kicked him. He was dead!
"One!" the adventurer said, hoarsely, as he remounted.
"What?" asked General Cobos.
"Nothing; it is an account I am going over," he replied, with a burst of mocking laughter.
