of War (or The Highlanders in Spain)
Chapter 13 - The Duel
Passing rapidly through the
Plaza, and down the great street which leads towards the Guadiana, they
ascended the eminence on the outside of the city, where the remains of the
mouldering fortress stand. It was a solitary spot, surrounded by thickets
of bushes and tall weeping willows. There was little chance of an
interruption in such a place, especially at an hour when the streets were
almost deserted, while the lazy Spaniards were enjoying their siesta.
Within one of the square courts, round which rose the mossy fragments of
shattered towers, they found the Condé de Truxillo holding his charger by
the bridle, and conversing with the Spanish doctor, Mendizabal, whose case
of instruments was displayed on a large mass of fallen masonry near.
The condé seemed to be impatiently awaiting
'Senor!' said he haughtily, 'you have been in no hurry to attend my
summons. I believe I mentioned in the church of San Juan that I was
hastening with despatches to Don Carlos d'Espana, and consequently had no
time to lose in Merida.'
'I am but a few minutes beyond the appointed
time, condé; and you must be aware that the notice I received was very
as unwelcome, perhaps.'
'Senor! your observations are contemptible,
and your blood alone can wipe out your repeated insolence,' was Ronald's
fierce reply. 'Condé, your life only can atone for such conduct; and by
the heavens above, we part not this day until the sword is dyed with the
blood of one or both of us.'
'This is mighty gay ! Your language promises
bold deeds, senor,' replied the other ironically.
'For what have I received this hostile message
from you, condé? from you, whom I have never wronged?'
'When I acquaint you, senor,' replied the
Spaniard, his olive cheek glowing for an instant; 'when I acquaint you
that Catalina de Villa Franca is my betrothed wife, I have, perhaps,
sufficiently answered that question.'
'Donna Catalina is no more to me than any
other lady in Spain,' said Ronald, colouring in turn, for he knew the
assertion to be false.
'Enough!' replied the condé fiercely. 'I did
not come here to chatter, senor, — my time is too short for that. You have
brought pistols, of course?'
'I have no weapon but my sword ; and I am
perfect master of it.'
'We will prove that in good time. I, however,
am better provided.' He took from his holsters a very handsome pair of
long horse-pistols. 'Choose one, senor: and here are ball-cartridges
enough to last us till sunset, which you are scarcely like to see, if my
hand is as steady as it usually is.'
Ronald replied only by a scornful smile, and
they proceeded each to load.
'Now then,' said Truxillo, 'we are all ready,
I suppose. I will retire to the ruinous wall, and you will please to stand
where you are. 'Tis a very convenient distance. But what mean you by
bringing an armed soldier with you here?' he exclaimed, his attention
being attracted to Evan by the latter, in the excitement of the moment,
loosening his bayonet in the sheath.
'He is a private soldier of my own regiment. I
had no other friend in Merida to accompany me.'
'Friend? A brave soldier requires none to
assist him in defence of his honour. You must know, senor, that a Spanish
cavalier, in an affair of this sort, seeks no other ally than a sharp
blade and sure eye; however, desire your fellow to retire, that there may
be no treachery. We draw lots for the first shot, I presume?'
'Agreed, condé,' answered Ronald, whose
Highland blood was all on fire, and whose anger had been gradually
increasing at the cavalier's insolent demeanour and assumed tone of
superiority, until he longed, with a fierce eagerness, to chastise him, by
the infliction of some severe bodily injury, — if not totally to deprive
him of life. Lots were drawn by Doctor Mendizabal, and the first shot fell
to the condé. An expression of triumphant malice glittered in his large
dark eyes : he smiled sourly, showing his white teeth, and retreated close
to the ruinous wall, where he planted himself about sixteen paces off, and
examined with the most scrupulous accuracy the flint, priming, and muzzle
of his pistol.
the other in his right hand, Ronald stood erect, awaiting the condé's
I must own,
that when he heard the click of the lock, his heart for a moment failed
him at the prospect of so sudden a death, and the fear of falling
unrevenged: it was the feeling of a moment only, — the next he was all
stern eagerness to be fired at, and to fire in his turn, should he
survive. With clasped hands and starting eyes Evan watched the
heart-stirring affair, stoutly resolving, should his master fall, to
avenge him by driving his bayonet through the heart of Don Balthazzar.
'Cuidado, senor officiate,' cried the condé
triumphantly; 'Don Alvaro's imprudence is likely to cost you dear. By Our
Lady of the Rock, your life is forfeited. I am the most deadly shot in all
Castile; but yet I would spare you on one condition, — that you swear by a
soldier's sacred word of honour, never again to come into the presence of
'What right have you to
dictate terms so degrading ? Never, proud Spaniard, while I live will I
make such a promise.'
'Then die!' cried the other furiously. He
raised his pistol: his eye glanced over the sight for a second, — he
fired, and the surrounding ruins rang with the sharp report. Ronald's
pulses beat more freely as the hissing shot whistled through his Highland
bonnet, sending one of the long black feathers which adorned it floating
away on the evening breeze.
'Praise be to the Lord in
heaven ! ye have escaped,' said Evan fervently. 'But it's your turn now,
sir: level low, and if the muzzle rises, you'll be sure to wing him like
ony muir-cock; and mony a gude thousand we've bagged thegither in
Strathonan, and mony mair we'll bag gin we get ower this awfu' adventure.'
'Dios y Demonios! some demon of hell has
turned aside my hand. I have shot at a score, and never yet swerved in my
aim,' cried the condé, in a hoarse tone of anger and surprise, when as the
smoke cleared off he beheld his antagonist still standing erect before
him. 'No, by Santiago! I never missed before. You have stood my discharge
bravely, senor cavalier; but my courage is not less than your own. Fire!'
he cried, laying his hand upon his heart.
'Noo, Maister Ronald, — noo, sir! Oh, be calm;
maybe ye'll never hae sic anither chance. This chield looks unco saucy;
but mind ye the auld proverb, "Ilka cock craws crouse on its ain
middenstead." It's most awfu' wark this for a Sabbath evening; but oh,
sir! level low; mark the buckle of his waist-belt, and if the piece throws
high, like the ither, the braw dies at his button-holes stand a bad
chance.' Evan spoke in an anxious and hurried tone, while he eyed the
condé with no slight feeling of hatred and animosity. Ronald levelled his
pistol at the tall and finely-formed figure of his brave opponent, who
surveyed him steadily, without a muscle of his noble features changing.
'I can never thus coldly shoot so fine a
fellow,' thought the generous Highlander, and fired his weapon in the air.
An exclamation of sorrow from Evan, and another of angry surprise from the
Spaniard, followed the report.
'Santas Santissimos! what mean you by this? Am
I unworthy of being fired at ? You have most grossly insulted me by this
action, senor; and you ought to have considered the very great honour I
did you in becoming personally your antagonist.'
'How ! Don Balthazzar; honour?'
'Certainly. Save myself, perhaps, no cavalier
of noble lineage, or a long-transmitted name, would have condescended to
contend thus openly in arms with a stranger, whose birth and blood are
both obscure. No, senor! a dagger-thrust from a dark corner would have put
an end to our rivalry. But think not to escape; for, by Our Lady of the
Rock in Leon, we part not this day until the sod smokes with the blood of
one or other of us, — so defend yourself!' He unsheathed his long cavalry
sword, and rushed so suddenly upon Ronald, that the latter had barely time
to draw and parry his impetuous onset. So fierce was his stroke, that the
arm of the Highlander tingled to the very shoulder when their keen blades
clashed together ; and so much was he infuriated at this unlooked-for
assault, that for some moments he struck blindly and at random, whirling
his heavy claymore round his head like a willow wand, and having many
narrow escapes from the sharp-pointed blade of the Spaniard, who retained
his temper and presence of mind admirably. Ronald soon found the necessity
of being cool likewise, and using art as well as courage. In the fashion
of the Highland swordsman, he placed forward his right foot with a long
stride, presenting it as a tempting object for a blow, while he narrowly
watched the eye of his adversary, who instantly dealt a sweeping stroke at
the defenceless limb, which the young Gael withdrew with the rapidity of
lightning, bestowing at the same time a blow on the condé, which broke the
shell of his Toledo and wounded his right hand severely. He dropped his
'Claymore for ever!' shouted Evan, triumphantly capering about, snapping
his fingers, whooping and hallooing in a truly Highland style, so
overjoyed was he to see his master victorious. 'Claymore for ever and aye!
bonnily dune, — bravely dune. Sir Wallace himself couldna hae matched him
better. It was my puir auld faither learned ye that trick, Master Ronald ;
and God be thanked it's a' ower noo, and that your skin is a haill ane.'
The discomfited cavalier bestowed on him a
proud look, at once withering and disdainful.
'Noble senor,' said he, turning to Ronald,
'you have this day vanquished one of the most accomplished of King
Ferdinand's cavalry officers: in fact, senor, I am one of the best
swordsmen in all the ten provinces of Spain; and to disarm me thus is no
small feat for so young a soldier, and I honour you for it. Catalina de
Villa Franca must be — but strike! Fortune has placed my life a second
time at your absolute disposal: take it; for I swear by every saint on our
monkish muster-rolls, I will have no ignominious terms dictated to me,
even though disarmed and at your mercy. So strike the blow that will free
you from me for ever.'
'Never! gallant condé. This quarrel was your
own seeking, and I forgive you for it freely, and for the many insults you
have offered me.'
'Senor officiale, you are too generous : no cavalier or rival in Spain
would lose the chance you cast away so carelessly.'
'Evan, hand this gentleman his sword. And now,
condé, we must look to your wound. I trust it is not a severe one?'
'Pho! 'tis a mere scratch.'
'Yet it bleeds much.'
'Carajo! it does — more than I wish it to do.
But, senor, I have received so many wounds in different ways, and have
bled so much, that I marvel I have any blood left in me at all.'
'I regret that the cut is so severe,' said
Ronald, as the condé held up his hand, from which the blood streamed
to express regret, though it may appear very generous, is folly. A few
minutes since, we would with pleasure have passed our blades through each
other's hearts — but that feeling is past now. Ho! Mendizabal. Rogue! why
do you tarry ! Bind up this quickly, and let me begone. I have lost much
time already, and Carlos d'Espana will scarcely get the despatches within
the appointed time.' The wound was tied up hastily, so impatient was Don
Balthazzar to be gone; and a strange excitement and irritability possessed
him now, instead of his former coolness and self-possession.
The moment it was over, he sharply scrutinized
his saddle-girths and harness-buckles; after which he vaulted with the
grace of a true horseman upon the back of his noble Spanish charger, which
had stood by unmoved during the conflict between its rider and Ronald.
'Senor,' said the condé to the latter, in a
low but emphatic voice, 'our quarrel is ended amicably for the present,
but perhaps we may meet again. Do not think that a cavalier of old Castile
will thus easily resign to another so fair a prize as Catalina de Villa
Franca. No, senor; I must live for her, or learn to die for Spain.'
He dashed the sharp rowels into his horse's
flanks, tearing the very skin; and forcing the animal to leap a ruined
wall, fully six feet high, he vanished from their sight, and rode madly
and recklessly towards the centre street of the city. A few minutes more,
they beheld his glittering-accoutrements flashing in the evening sun, as
he plunged forward at the same furious speed beyond the walls of the city,
and disappeared over the eminences in the direction of Albuquerque.
'He is a gallant fellow,' thought-Ronald, who
watched him until he disappeared, 'and a noble example he has given me. To
him I have almost unwittingly acted that part, which now Hyndford acts to
me. But for Truxillo — I have nothing to regret; I have acted honourably
towards him; and in my own heart I thank God that this quarrel is ended
amicably, and with so little damage.'
An interruption now occurred to Evan's
expressions of joy for the safety of his master, who, although most
interested in the fortunate issue of the duel, cared indeed least about
it, For his attendance, Doctor Mendizabal go
had received from Ronald a doblon, or onza, a coin worth about £3 10s.
English ; and as it was the first time in his life that he had ever
received so great a fee, his thanks, his protestations, and the sweeps he
made with his sombrero, were innumerable; and he had just taken his
departure, when Sargento Gomez scrambled hurriedly over the ruinous walls,
and leaping into the sort of court where they stood, advanced towards
Ronald with a Spanish military salute.
'Noble senor,' said he, 'I have been in search
of you over the whole of Merida. A muleteer has within this hour arrived
from Fuente del Maistre, and says he saw a party of French cavalry
advancing down this side of the Guadiana. Donna Catalina wishes to see you
immediately. You must fly, senor, if you would escape being made
cavalry ! How can it be possible? Yet Evelyn, of the 13th, said something
about it, which I have forgotten. Can the veracity of your informant be
true to death, senor! He is my own brother, Lazaro Gomez, of Merida, and
an honester muleteer will not be found on the road between Madrid and
Alcantara — and that is one of many leagues in length. He has had the
honour to be employed more than once by my Lord Wellington, as a spy upon
Marshal Soult and Marmont.'
'A recommendation, truly! Are the enemy in
'He said two
or three troops, senor — Dombrouski's lancers.'
'Sir Rowland Hill is
retiring on Merida. Did your brother Lazaro see any sign of his troops?'
''Tis very unaccountable how they have
outflanked our division in this manner.'
'Senor, they must have advanced by some secret
way pointed out by some of those traitorous banditti which infest every
sierra and wood just now. These fellows would hang their mother for a
maravedi; so 'tis no wonder they are often false to Spain.'
'These lancers must inevitably be captured by
Sir Rowland's advanced guard, which cannot be far off now.'
'True, senor; but you may either be killed or
taken captive before the British come up — and so may I, as a Spanish
soldier. We must retire westwards to Albuquerque. But come, senor; Donna
'Yonder they come, by heavens !' cried Ronald, as a cloud of dust and the
glitter of accoutrements appeared about two or three miles off, advancing
rapidly towards Merida by the river-side. 'We shall have to retire without
delay; but I must first bid the ladies adieu. Get your harness, Pedro; and
though there are but three of us, we will not surrender, even to them,
without firing a shot.'
'Viva!' cried the Spaniard, tossing his red
forage-cap into the air, and leaping up to catch it again. 'Viva, noble
senor! I will follow you to death, even as I would the noble cavalier who
commands my troop, or King Ferdinand the Seventh himself.'
Descending from the ruins of the fortress,
they entered the city, where all was terror, confusion, and dismay at the
unexpected appearance of the enemy, whose numbers were exaggerated, and
declared to be the whole of Marshal Ney's division, and which, according
to report, had utterly annihilated the British under Sir Rowland Hill.
Most of the inhabitants were taking to flight, laden with their bedding
and clothing. Hundreds of men, bearing burdens of every sort, were
pressing towards the western gate, followed by women, whose lamentations
were mingled with many a bitter 'carajo' against the invaders of their
soil. Others led mules and donkeys laden with all kinds of household
stuff, and a dense press ensued among the crowd about the city gate, and
loud curses of anger and impatience were uttered on all sides at the delay
in front, the intense pressure from the continually increasing mass behind
permitting but few to get out at a time.
At length a passage was made through the dense
column by the arrival of an important personage, — the corregidor, or
chief magistrate of the city, surrounded by several alguazils in
broad-leaved sombreros, wearing the livery of the city, and armed with
long halberds, or Spanish blunderbusses with brass bell-mouths. The
corregidor was a grave old hidalgo, wearing a large military cocked-hat
and long moustaches twisted up to his ears; he was muffled in a large
brown cloak, and smoked his cigar, while he surveyed with an unmoved eye
the crowd, where almost every face wore the expression of terror, rage,
impatience, and dismay. However, all fell back on the right and left, as
his old-fashioned coach, with its emblazoned coats armorial and drawn by a
single mule, advanced towards the gate. Mounted on another mule rode a
livery servant, wearing a red feather in his sombrero, a stiletto in his
sash, and armed with an enormous whip, which was never a moment idle,
being continually at work either among the people to make them give way,
or on his cattle to make them increase their speed.
At the gate of the garden Ronald was met by
the young ladies, who both advanced hastily towards him, exclaiming, ' Oh,
Don Ronald ! have you heard------'
'They are in sight------'
'O Madre de Dios! you will be either killed or
taken a prisoner over the Pyrenees to France.'
'To escape either of these fates, I must bid
you instantly adieu, senoritas, — unless you will consent to retire with
me from Merida, which will scarcely be a safe place for you while the
French are in it. The advancing party are some of Dombrouski's Polish
lancers, who are not famous for their sentiments either of chivalry or
gentle courtesy. They are rough dogs, I understand ; and in gallantry, are
far inferior to the brave cavalry of France.'
'Oh, they are sad fellows, these lancers, and
wear frightful whiskers; but we do not fear them, senor,' replied Inesella,
in her usual laughing tone. ' You must know that the Condé d'Erlon, who is
one of my many most humble and devoted admirers, gave me a written
protection the last time he was here, and all soldiers who march under the
tricolour of France must respect and obey it; therefore, we do not fear
them — quite the reverse. Some of the French are very gay cavaliers, and I
knew a very handsome chasseur------ But, pho! poor fellow ! he was
assassinated with some others at Albuquerque.'
'Then, Donna Inesella, you fear not to remain.
And will your letter protect your cousin?'
'Oh yes, senor, it protects all who are with
me ; but of course you------!
'Must depart at once.'
'Exactly, senor: old
D'Erlon's letter will not protect you, who are his enemy.'
'Then, senoritas, now for flight,' replied
Ronald, tightening his sash and belt. 'I must abandon my baggage to your
charge. The citizens are nearly all off en route for the north and west,
and all the church bells are tolling dismally. But I trust Sir Rowland
Hill's advanced guard will be here by to-morrow, and if so, our cavalry
under General Long will soon capture this handful of lancers.'
'They appear, however, to have scared away my
fiery brother, the condé; he galloped furiously down the street a few
minutes since, nearly riding over a poor old padre (protect us, Heaven !),
and left the town, without even bidding us adieu, although Catalina called
to him from the street balcony.'
'Alas! Inesella,' said Catalina, 'your prattle
will detain him here too long, and every moment is fraught with danger.'
'Holy Virgin, I hope not! Do not compromise
your safety by tarrying longer here, senor. Take the road for the forest
of La Nava, and Pedro Gomez will direct you. The Mother of God keep her
holy hand over you, brave cavalier ! for we may never meet again.'
'Farewell! senor mio. We have been very happy
in Merida,' said Catalina, in a voice of assumed firmness, and presenting
her white hand, while her lip quivered and her cheek turned very pale. At
that moment the distant sound of a cavalry trumpet was borne towards them
on the passing breeze.
'Come awa, sir; we maunna bide a minute mair,
— it's just a temptin' o' Providence,' urged Evan, examining his flint as
he stood at the garden-gate with Pedro Gomez, who was armed with his
carbine, and had donned his helmet and accoutrements.
'Keep this for my sake, fair Catalina, and
think of me sometimes, when I am far away from you,' said Ronald, casting
his tartan plaid over her white shoulders as a parting gift; and kissing
her pale brow, and her cousin's hand, he retired hastily from the garden,
followed by the soldiers.
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