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“I remember it well, patre ; but what brings day, if there was also something to be heard it to your mind just now?”

Places were reserved in the nave for the friars of “ At first I knew not. In an instant I saw the four great monasteries—the Dominicans, the all-mountains, rocks, river tumbling at their Franciscans, the Augustinians, and the Mercebase, slight strong bridge of osiers—as if revealed darios; and by-and-by they defiled slowly in, by a lightning flash. But now I know. It was wearing their appropriate costumes. The Fransome chance words of yours, spoken then, 'Our ciscans looked the best satisfied and the most inpeople trusted the Inca. And they knew that terested : the sermon of the day was to be preached every way he made for them would lead them by a Franciscan monk. safely to the Golden City.”

Few Indians were visible; not that they would José smiled, then murmured softly, “Yachani" not have liked well enough to witness the pageant, (I know). He bad still a habit of dropping a but the Spaniards and Creoles, as was natural, word or two in his native tongue when anything had the best places, and indeed left little room touched his heart. “I know” in Spanish only for their dusky brethren. One Indian enjoyed, meant “I am aware.” “I know” in Quichua however, by special favour, an excellent seat, meant " I feel, I am satisfied.

whence he could both see and hear everything.

With a heart full of the deepest anxiety José

(who, with Fray Fernando, had come in from CHAPTER XXXV.

Callao the day before) took his place amongst

the hearers of his patron's Easter-day sermo. Christ hath sent us down the angels ;

He knew that for some days previously the monk And the whole earth and the skies

had been continually in prayer. He had spoken Are illumed by altar candles Lit for blessed mysteries ;

little, indeed nothing whatever, about his own inAnd a Priest's hand through creation Waveth calm and consecration."

tentions, or the possible issues of the day. E. B. BROWNING.

High Mass was first celebrated with more than It was Easter-day in the City of the Kings, the the usual pomp attendant on that chief cerecapital of the New World. The bells of the Chris- monial of the Romish ritual. The solemn tones tian churches rang out glad peals of triumph ; of the organ, recently brought from Spain; the banners and tapestry adorned the principal streets, sweet chants of the white-robed choristers; the which were thronged by Spaniards, Creoles, and gorgeous dresses of the priests, with the bright Indians in their gayest costumes. But in the harmonies of their varied colouring ; the beautiful great Square the throng was thickest, and all children swinging censers; the clouds of fragrant were pouring onwards in a steady stream towards incense ;-all these filled the soul of José the new cathedral.

keenly susceptible of such influences, in comThis singular building stood before them, in all mon with all his race—with exquisite pleasure. the glory of its painted façade of glaring red and He


without reserve to the spell yellow, its lath and plaster towers, and its three that stole over him. For the time—only for the wide green doors, now thrown open for every one time—he forgot all Fray Fernando's anxious questo enter. But, once within, the bad taste that tionings, all his great searchings of heart, about planned the exterior was forgotten, and nothing the sacrifice of the Mass; and at the elevation of felt but admiration. Decorations of the most the Host he bowed himself to the ground with a costly kind abounded in rich profusion; and the little scruple or hesitation as any man in the vast numerous altars literally groaned beneath the congregation. weight of silver vessels, massive enough for a And very soon afterwards he enjoyed the proud monarch's ransom.

triumph of seeing the patre-still in the simple It was very early, yet the spacious building was dress of his order, though waited upon by gorgealready filling rapidly. Perhaps rather with eager ously attired acolytes-ascend the stately pulpit sight-seers than with devout worshippers or atten- in the sight of all. tive hearers. For there was much to be seen that For a few moments, heedless of the crowd be

gave himself

neath, Fray Fernando lifted up his heart in silent But José's simple heart, meanwhile, beat high prayer. Then in a voice, apparently not loud, but with exultation. Those truths, whatever they clear enough to be heard throughout the great might be to others, to him were life and joy and building, he repeated the few simple words he had peace. Christ was risen indeed for him. chosen for his text, “ The Lord is risen indeed.” The preacher also had a place in his thoughts.

The Lord is risen—the Son of God. Therefore Now, at last, would all men see how great, how all He said is true, and His claim to Divine Son- wise the patre was! And, casting a triumphant ship established for ever.

glance around, he read admiration in a thousand The Lord is risen— the Redeemer of man. faces, whilst his own was saying, “ Is not the Therefore the redemption is accomplished, the patre great ?” debt paid to the uttermost farthing. For the But amongst the faces upon which his eye prison gate is thrown open, and the Surety has rested, he marked one unlike the others--that of gone forth in triumph.

the Dominican from Cuba. It did not speak adThe Lord is risenthe First-fruits of the Resur- miration : it was doubtful, dark, anxious. And rection. Therefore all shall arise ; earth and José felt as if from that moment the light grew ocean shall give up their dead; not one lacking dim; and a chill mist of fear rose up and overof the countless millions that are slumbering shadowed everything around. there. For “since by man came death, by man In his cell in the Franciscan Monastery, he came also the resurrection from the dead.” had a strange dream that night. He thought

The Lord is risenthe Head of the Church. that it happened to him to go with the patre on Therefore those who are His body, who are made board a ship which lay at anchor in the bay. one with Him by a living faith, are already by Alone, they drifted somehow out to sea together. faith risen with Him. Let such “seek those No mariners, no rudder, no compass there. Nothings that are above, where Christ sitteth at thing but white sails set, wild waves around, fast the right hand of God.”

fading land behind.

And they looked each on These were the thoughts that, clothed in a rich the other in blank dismay. drapery of imaginative, perhaps even to a modern Then, suddenly, as things happen in dreams, taste fanciful illustration, Fray Fernando presented a storm arose, the wild wind shrieked and howled, that day to thousands of wondering hearers. The and the ship tossed helplessly. José stretched manner was not strikingly unlike that of his forth his hands and cried aloud, “Lord, save, or brethren; the gift of fervid eloquence was shared we perish !" by many amongst them; but the matter of the When-behold! a Form appeared, treading the sermon was new and startling.

stormy deep. And a Hand touched his ;—with Yet two at least of the truths he told, Rome the thrill of that touch José awoke, and lo! it has preserved well and carefully amidst all her

was a dream. errors. Nor were the others, as he stated them, But he could not forget that dream. in any open contradiction to her teaching. But the utter absence of much that they were wont

CHAPTER XXXVI. to hear--and, even more, the power and vital

JOSE'S MISTAKE. force that dwelt in what they heard-awed, im

“Dark lowers our fate, pressed, amazed the intelligent amongst his au

And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us; dience. If the comparison be not derogatory to

But nothing, till that latest agony

Which severs thee from Nature, shall unloose such high personages as the Archbishop and Chap- This fixed and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house, ter of Ciudad de los Reyes, it may be said that

In the terrific face of armed law,

Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, they felt as felt the witch of Endor, when at her I never will forsake thee."- JOANNA BAILLIE. call from the earth arose no counterfeit, no pale ABOUT sunset one evening, a little more than a shadowy image, — but dread reality, the very fortnight afterwards, Fray Fernando and José prophet of Israel, come from the world of spirits were seated at their frugal meal of maize-flour with a message of doom for those that awaked him. bread and fruit. “O José !” the monk ex


claimed suddenly, laying down his knife and used to keep the few papers he had ? What looking at his companion with an air of distress, has happened ?” he asked. "I have quite forgotten that starving family at “ About half an hour ago, two bidalgoes came Chorillos. I promised to bring them food to-day. here and took the padre away with them,” said Vae mea culpa! God grant some of them are his sable hostess. not dead by this time. I must go to them im- Hidalgoes ! ” José repeated in amazement mediately.” He rose, and began hastily to empty “ Friars perhaps you mean ?” their little store of maize into a cotton cloth. "Friars, indeed! I hope I know a holy friar

José rose also, and quietly put on his cap and when I see him. I was a Catholic Christian mantle. “I think I had better take a little flask before you were born, young sir; and I have of sora ; some one may be ill,” he said.

Catholic blood in my veins, which is more than “ You !exclaimed the monk, looking up from some can say who put ‘Don’ before their names. his task of tying the corners of the cloth together. I tell your Excellency they were Spanish gentle“I am going myself."

men, with swords and cloaks." “Excuse me, patre ; you know of old I run “Some one ill, doubtless, on board one of the like the huanucu.”

vessels,” thought José, as he sat down to await Under the circumstances, this was

the patre's return. “I wish, however, they could answerable argument. José was permitted to have waited till the morning.–Did be give you depart, well-pleased to save the patre, who had any message for me?" asked José as the woman had a hard day's work already.

was leaving the room. Very quickly did his fleet footsteps traverse Yes ; I was forgetting. It was not much, at the rank grass and reeds of the green fields that, all events. He just bade me say to you, 'Every overhung with drooping willows, separate Callao way He makes for us leads safely to the Golden from Chorillos, a little bamlet nestling beneath City.'' the bold cliff of Marro Solar. He easily found A pang of vague uneasiness shot through the the poor family of Mestizoes, for whom the food heart of José. He feared-he knew not what. was intended, performed his errand of mercy, and He watched anxiously for the patre's retur. set out on his homeward way.

But hour after hour passed away, and he came not. But although he made good speed, the hour At last it was morning. José threw on bis was late when he returned. Still he was rather yacollo, and went down to the beach. Few were surprised to see no light in the little latticed stirring at that early hour; and none could give window of Fray Fernando's room. “ The patre him any tidings of Fray Fernando. must have been tired,” he thought, “ or he would “ He must have gone to the City," he said to not have gone to rest ere my return. I am glad himself, “At the Franciscan Monastery they I saved him the walk, which, for bim, would will surely be able to tell me what has become of have been a very long one."

him. Perhaps he has suddenly received orders He knocked gently, and presently heard the to go to some distant place.” But his alarm was approaching footsteps of the old mulatto woman increasing every moment. with whom they lodged. Instead of opening the Josó had frequently visited the Franciscus door at once, she stood and asked, with unusual Monastery, both with Fray Fernando and by caution, “Quien va ? "

himself; and he was very favourably regarded “I-Don José.” The door opened. José by its inmates, as an interesting specimen of the entered, and passing at once into their little educated and Christianized Indian. Two of the sitting-room, requested a light. When it was brethren readily came to speak with him brought he looked around him in surprise and In his usual calm, unimpassioned manner, be dismay. Where was the patre's cloak ? Where told his story ; but his hearers gazed at him and was the Bible the “Sum of Christian Doc- at each other in evident blank dismay. Then s trine - the little box of sandal - wood, the rapid Latin colloquy passed between them : they gift of a grateful mariner, in which the patre were not aware that José understood the lan

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guage. “I have feared this for some time,” the without them, more especially as his health was elder whispered. “Too clever--too mystical ! feeble. Might he entreat, therefore, to be perAh! the spite of those Dominicans !”

mitted to share his imprisonment and to wait on Had he worn the black cowl, instead of the bim ? gray, he might have preached with impunity all José would gladly have stooped far lower to the heresies of Luther,” returned the other. aid or comfort his adopted father ; for love casts “Well, the Holy Office never had a better ma out not only fear, but pride. or a truer Catholic in its dungeons.”

Whatever astonishment the inquisitor might “Still, you cannot deny that he was very im- have felt at his request, he expressed none. He prudent. Miserere me! We are helpless as sheep answered courteously that the petition should against these sons of St. Dominican. If good receive the earliest attention of their reverences, Fray Tomas de San Martin were but here and that he would himself use his best interest

to further it. He then asked several questions, “ He could do nothing in a case of this kind. which José answered truly, but cautiously, for But - tace! we are forgetting our dark-faced he was fully alive to the danger of compromising friend.”

the patre by his admissions. “ Better he should not suspect the truth. Let “ The honourable Table of the Holy Office sits us tell him quietly to go his way.—My son,” he to-day," said this urbane specimen of an insaid, addressing José in Spanish, “ we are led to quisitor. “ We will try what can be done for believe, by what you have told us, that the holy | you. We hold the character of Fray Fernando father has been sent, by his spiritual superiors, on in much esteem, and are desirous of showing some mission of importance requiring haste and him all the kindness and consideration in our secrecy. Where do your kindred reside? Be power.” advised by us, and rejoin them for the present. “I have been, perhaps, needlessly afraid of The Fray's absence may be lengthened, for any- these inquisitors,” thought José, who had prothing we know to the contrary.”

bably never heard of “the iron hand within the José bowed. His lips were silent; nor did velvet glove." He said aloud, “When may I his impassive Indian countenance express either have the honour of waiting on your reverence, the anguish or the resolution that filled his heart. in order to be informed of the decision of the But he said within himself, “God do so to me, holy fathers ? " and more also, if I go to my people and leave “ You may call to-morrow morning, an hour my father alone amongst his enemies."

after matins. Good-day, Señor José.” The last From the gate of the Franciscan Monastery he words were spoken with a slight but observable went direct to that of the grim dark pile of build- hesitation. The holy father intended to be ing called the Santa Casa. Here he rang the courteous, but he was really at a loss in what bell, and requested an interview with one of their manner to designate a person who adopted the reverences the Lords Inquisitors.

style and title of an Inca, yet described himself A request heard with surprise, yet granted as the servant of a Franciscan monk. “Señor promptly enough. The Indian might have José” was a harmless compromise between the evidence to give, perhaps important revelations much-coveted and high-sounding “Don José” to make.

and plain unprefaced “ José." José glanced coolly around the room to which Next morning, José presented himself at the he was conducted, with its sombre furniture and Santa Casa precisely at the appointed hour. Few black tapestry. When the inquisitor, a Domini- ever entered its gloomy gates before or since so an monk, made his appearance, he bowed like a willingly. He did not even shudder as he heard Spanish hidalgo, and then with the utmost self- them close behind him, he thought only how soon possession preferred his petition. He was Fray he might be permitted to see the patre. Fernando's servant, he said. The holy father was Alas, the folly ! are we ready to exclaim, with used to his ministrations, and could not well do our ideas of the Holy Inquisition. But from

a But the familiar was not to be entrapped into

José's point of view it was nothing of the kind. , vants of the Holy Office were not permitted to He knew very well that the Holy Office could converse with the prisoners. pretend to no authority over Indians; the Bull Prisoners ! ” José repeated in amazement. to which it owed its existence in the New “I am no prisoner. I have come here of my World having expressly exempted them from own free will." its jurisdiction. Had he chosen to profess a hundred heresies, the tribunal could not legally the violation of a prison rule. He shook his have called him in question for one of them. head and left the cell, muttering, as he did 90, He had, therefore, on his own account no appre- “Then go away of your own free will." hensions whatever, whilst for Fray Fernando his As José had come to the Santa Casa with the apprehensions amounted to an agony of fear. intention of remaining there (though certainly not He was only too well aware that his patron was as a prisoner), he had brought with him a few really guilty of what the inquisitors called necessaries for himself and some comforts for heresy, and therefore in deadly peril. Being, Fray Fernando. He brought writing-materials moreover, profoundly ignorant of the modes of also ; nor did he omit to conceal about his proceeding adopted by the Holy Office, he could person a sufficient store of the gold be esteemed only transfer to it his own ideas of courts of so necessary to his plans. justice and of criminal trials. He supposed that Accordingly, the next morning he gave the judgment would be given and punishment in attendant a little note, praying him to have it flicted speedily and sternly. What then re- transmitted to any one of their reverences the mained for love to do save to gain access to the Lords Inquisitors. As the request was not uncaptive, to console, to strengthen, to minister to lawful in itself, and was accompanied by a prehim-perhaps even (who could tell ?) to suggest sent, it was not refused ; but no answer came, and carry out some plan of escape ? This was either to that or to the numerous other notes the one faint hope he still dared to cherish. The that José sent in the same way, first supplicating, warders and turnkeys of the Santa Casa would then demanding, explanation and redress. surely be of Spanish blood? And might not In this manner weary days passed away, growthese be bribed ?

ing at length to long, slow weeks of misery. And It never occurred to him that their reverences, José began to feel despair. He made frequent the Lords Inquisitors, being of Spanish blood, inquiries about Fray Fernando, and by dint of might be bribed also. So mean a thought of the bribing the familiar who attended him, succeeded mysterious dread tribunal he would not have in extracting a little information-just enough to dared to entertain. This was his fatal mistake. increase his uneasiness. The padre had been ill, When he relinquished his liberty, he relinquished, but was better now. He had undergone two exby the same act, his one real chance of rendering aminations, both of them since José's incarceraeffectual help to Fray Fernando.

tion. No one had the least idea what his fate He did not enjoy the privilege of a second in- might be. José might be allowed to send him terview with the suave and courteous inquisitor a few trifling presents; but to see him was imwho conversed with him the evening before. A possible. It would be as much as the attendant's familiar, in a kind of semi-clerical dress, waited life, not to say his place, was worth. upon him in his stead. This official informed José writhed and struggled like a wild creahim that his petition had been heard favourably, ture caught in a net. It only mocked his misery and then conducted him into a little chamber that he was well fed and carefully attended, and resembling a monk's cell. Here he was locked the few personal requests he thought it worth in, and left alone hour after hoạr, to his great while to make (as for fresh water and clean garperplexity and annoyance. Evening brought an- ments) were promptly granted. The silence which other familiar, who supplied him with food, and reigned around him grew insupportable. Often of him he inquired the reason of this strange did he compare himself to a traveller in the treatment; but was told in answer that the ser- desert suddenly enwrapped in the folds of a thick

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