Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty

Seabirds spread their long white wings and flew from the misty coast to the city bathed in the morning light of sunrise.They flew all the way until they hovered over the square and the church, and then flew towards the green and rolling hills with hoarse chirping. Ana Maya stuck her head out to take a closer look.The soft morning sun caressed her face.Her face was covered with an exotic veil that netted her hair down to her cheeks and lips.For a moment, the veil was blown up by the wind, and she seemed a little surprised, but soon she pulled the veil back. It was the first time she had seen birds soaring over houses and the ocean in Lima.She was amazed by what she saw and heard after arriving in Lima.

Jia Boye led her to climb onto the scaffolding of the church. At this moment, the whole city appeared under her feet.The houses built by foreigners are neatly arranged, just like the square courtyards built by the Incas.Almost the same size and pattern as the Inca Quadrangle, they are arranged very squarely.The roof of the house has no tiles.It is completely flat and covered with a thick layer of soil, built along the only inner courtyard, surrounded by straight roads.Foreigners walked up and down the streets as if they were the only thing moving during the day. Most of the buildings are still unfinished, and the sanctuary roof in the church is just a hastily covered plank and thatch, like the bell of the church tower that has not yet been hung.Open spaces everywhere are fenced off as a range for pigs or chickens and ducks, and there are even strange imported goods, which are what foreigners call "carriages", which seem to have four round logs on which a square box, and foreigners are trying to get horses to pull it!

There is only one building, one square away from the church, larger than any other.The exterior wall of the building is painted with a layer of white cement, with occasional protruding wooden balconies and blue shutters. The exterior wall connects two inner courtyards and a garden as large as a house.This is the home of Mr. Governor Francisco Gonzalo. "Do you remember the letter I sent to Bartolomeo and asked him to read to you when I had to go south with Almagro?" Jia Boye asked Anna Maya, holding her hand tightly. hand said, "It's been seven...eight years from now! I even remember it was in June! I wrote it here, it was almost dawn, and the sun was still below sea level. There was no Houses, just fruit trees, and a few huts. Children staring at us in the clearing in the woods, watching us in amazement. These are the only heavenly images I have left in my mind."

With a tense finger, he pointed at the turbid yellow river flowing towards the sea, then at the fruitful orchard farther away, and then at the empty square above. "Mr. Francisco declared solemnly at that time: 'This is it!' The next day, he only had to drive a few stakes in the land, and he decided that here was a square, there was a church, and beyond that were houses and roads. It’s so simple and neat! The 450-foot-long and wide-by-square land includes four houses and fourteen-foot-wide roads. Thus, the capital of Peru was born!” Jia Boye's tone of voice was mixed with pride and bitterness.Anna Maya noticed his tone and said softly:

"This is how the power of the conqueror manifests itself. The one and only king, King Vanya Kapac, who conquered the tribes of the North, did the same in Quito. And his great ancestors were in the Quadrilateral long before him We did that. And today, it’s over. We’re not going to build these cities anymore.” When she spoke, there was no sadness in her words, but a certain kind of calmness, which made Jia Boye feel a little uncomfortable.He felt her shiver suddenly, despite the warm sea breeze blowing from the south.Then he said: "You feel cold, don't you?" he asked worriedly.

"No!" She smiled, "It's nothing..." In fact, what made her shiver was not because of the cold, but because of the extraordinarily quiet morning in this city.Except for the calls of seabirds, everything is so quiet, like the tranquility before the storm.At this time, several figures crossed the street.Small whirlwinds blow around the empty square. She had felt such tranquility before, and each time it was an announcement of impending scorching weather. Annamaya couldn't help thinking of the words of the only king, King Vanya Capak: "Foreigners will suffer in victory..." But, because Jaboye looked at her with concern, she smiled and replied:

"I'm just not used to this outfit!" It had not been a week since they had sneaked into Lima, and Bartolomeo insisted on dressing them in Spanish garb, despite Gabriel's objections. "Think about it for yourself, what would happen if Annamaya walked into this city wearing a princess costume? In less than an hour, all the dignitaries would ask her why she came here! It won't take long for Francisco's minions would catch her and interrogate her where is the golden statue... dress like a Spaniard and have curly hair and blue eyes, no one would suspect that she is an Incas. There are already many mixed race girls in Lima with blue eyes Also, you too. No one remembers you. Just let him forget you for a little longer..."

"Damn clothes," Jia Boye muttered, while unbuttoning the collar, he was no longer used to this kind of dress, "but it seems that we have to wear it like this for a while. The news I heard yesterday is not optimistic. Bartolomeo has heard that the presiding judge, Huica de Casiro, was shipwrecked long before he arrived in Tumbes." "Does that mean he's not coming?" "Unless the city is sicker than Bartholomew, or I start to regret following his advice, I can't jump to conclusions yet." Jia Boye's eyes patrolled the houses near the square.He shook his head and said:

"No, I got it wrong: the city is not sick! It's the hatred between supporters on both sides of Pizarro and Almagro that keeps the city deadlocked! I don't like this silence, I don't like this Empty square. I don't like it here, and I don't like bringing you here! I don't like the disease that gnawed at Bartholomew. It might hurt you. Some say a lot of Indians People die of fever and say it is from us." "I'm not in danger," Ana Maya assured. "If he accepts my help, I think I know how to heal him." "Come on! Bartolomeo's head is harder than a wooden ball! He's getting worse every day, but he's refusing to receive any medical treatment except prayer! In fact, I've never seen him so weak yet so eagerly leaning on God, never saw him like this even when he arrived at Lake Titicaca in rags. If it wasn't for his sickness, I wouldn't be here."

"We have to do what we have to do," retorted Anamaya very calmly. "I didn't believe there was anything we could do for a long time." But before Anna Maya could answer, a strong wind blew up and lifted the Spanish-style tunic she was wearing.She screamed and pulled her clothes back.But because of the clumsy movement, the shawl and turban slipped off. There was a gentle smile on the corner of Jia Boye's mouth.He gently helped her get dressed one by one.And every time he looked at her, he couldn't hide the feeling of being excited by seeing her beauty.The wide pleated silk material sets off her exquisite figure and reveals a well-proportioned figure.The silky shirt was covered with a velvet jacket, which accentuated her round breasts even more.

"You are so beautiful!" he whispered emotionally. "Sometimes, I feel that nothing can hurt you, because your beauty protects you and protects me!" But just when Jia Boye wanted to hold her in his arms, he restrained his movements, because someone walked quickly across the square with big strides.The man was tall and his steps seemed familiar.Before stepping into the shadows under the church, the man looked back, as if afraid of the presumptuous stare of others.Although his hat covered his face, and he wore a faded shawl covering his neck and hands, Jia Boye still knew who he was with certainty. Jia Boye took Anna Maya's hand and walked towards the wooden ladder. "Come with me!" he cried. "It seems that we have an uninvited visitor." "Sabatian de la Courze!" The big hat was lifted.Compared with the last time we met, Sai Batian had deeper dark circles and more wrinkles than before.However, his eyes were still shining brightly in his swarthy face.The old servant lifted the shawl enthusiastically with his strong hands, and opened his arms to Jia Boye: "My boy, it seems to be true! You really came here..." At the same time, he gave Jia Boye a short and strong hug.However, the welcoming smile on Sai Batian's face turned into displeasure in an instant. "Damn you!" Sai Batian roared, "Tell me, why are you dressed in sheepskin again? Also, why is there a..." At this time, he was dumbfounded, unable to say a word in surprise, because he recognized that the person beside Jia Boye was Anna Maya. "My God! Princess, I'm sorry, I'm so ignorant!" Then he laughed loudly and bowed gracefully. There were several boats full. I almost thought in my heart, what is our Jia Boye going to do with a woman like this!" "Bartolomew wants Anna Maya to meet the soon-to-arriving judge, Vicar de Casiro..." Jia Boye explained with a smile. "In that case, you have to wait!" "What you want to say is..." "When he gets here, just wait to rule hell!" "Mr. Sai Batian, your words are not suitable to say here!" When they heard someone calling him Mr. Sai Batian, everyone immediately turned their heads together, and Sai Batian couldn't help sneering when he heard people calling him this way.At this time, Bartolomeo was pale, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were enlarged abnormally.He was leaning against the door of this small sacristy, the scar on his left face was as red as burning iron, and it was strangely swollen.However, when Anna Maya tried to approach him, he gestured to stop her. "My dear girl, I'm fine." Bartolomeo insisted, "don't be fooled by my appearance. I do this every morning, but in the afternoon the symptoms of fever are much less. I just It just takes a little more patience. One day, God will let the disease go away from me completely." "You've been saying the same thing since we left the woods," Annamaya insisted softly, "but it seems like your god didn't hear your prayers. I have some herbs here that won't take long God you will be healed..." "Hush!" Bartholomew interrupted her, and took Anna Maya's hand to her lips.His action startled both Jia Boye and Sai Batian. "Shh! Stop talking, Kamakenkeya...I know what you are capable of, and I've seen what you've done. But you'd better forget about those things now that you're in this room." He crossed himself and smiled slightly, causing a cough.When he regained his breath, he waved to Sai Batian and said: "Forget about me! Mr. Sai Batian seems to have something more urgent to tell us... What do you know about Judge Kasiro's coming?" "He won't come because he's drowned!" "In the name of the Holy Blood of Christ, I ask you, are you sure?" "It's hard to tell whether it's true or not! Last night Mr. Juan Herrada spoke to us for three hours and he was sure that the shipwreck of Inquisitor Mr. Huica de Casiro was not an accident. According to him, the waves and The tide is not dangerous, but the Governor's ship has rammed the Inquisitor's ship and sunk it." "Does he have evidence?" Jia Boye asked. Sai Batian couldn't help laughing when he heard such a question, and at the same time stretched his neck and said: "Jaboye, we don't need any more evidence. There are still rumors in the city that the Inquisitor's ship was sabotaged in Panama and will never reach Peru. This morning, everyone believes that the Inquisitor is dead, that is to say, Pizarro His tyranny will never end, for the Governor always lives." "So," Bartolomeo agreed, running a bony finger over the scar on his face, "Mr. Elada knows exactly where to stir the flames!" "Are you referring to Elada and his accomplices wanting to assassinate Mr. Francesco?" Jia Boye exclaimed. "By now, it's no longer a question of wanting to, but a question of deciding whether to want it or not!" "Mr. Sebatian, please be careful." Bartholomew muttered, and opened the door behind him again and said, "Your voice can be heard from a distance, in this unfinished church, these walls I can't stop your voice at all. Go! Go to my room!" "Can you tell me, what are you doing here?" Jia Boye asked when everyone walked through the church and walked to Bartholomew's room. "Oh," Sai Batian gritted his teeth and said, "I came here just like you to do stupid things. I've been thinking about it for three months, and I've had enough of this country, especially these residents..." Anna Maya was walking between the two of them. Sai Batian patted her on the neck and said with a mocking smile: "I mean, those Spaniards! Those whose skin is as white as anything in spite of the high mountain sun! Whether they belong to the side of the Viceroy, or the side of the son of Almagro, I don't like what they're doing in Peru at all. I've become a free and rich 'black', but I have eyes to see. And all I see is a ship full of slaves, less than Half the price of a pig or a mule is caught and sold. I want to go back to Panama to settle, so I give up my house in Cusco. I get a good price, I have to say, a lot of bright gold .I took the money and bought a beautiful ship to carry my treasures..." "Panama?" Anna Maya asked in surprise, "Where is that?" "Princess, it's in the north. That country saw me where I was born, and I know your country exists. But whether you can go or not depends on the wind and mood! Who knows? Maybe Panama is the same as Lima, no one knows it I have to discover this new country by myself!" "Then why haven't you set off yet?" Jia Boye asked. "Ah! Well! It's a long story. My clipper is about 600 meters from the shore and ready to sail. But Mr. Francisco has ordered that the people from Almagro's side should not go to sea two months ago. He was afraid that they would meet Castro the Inquisitor at sea. But what about me! In vain I kept my distance from Mr. Elada and the son of Almagro. 'One-eyed nigger' . . . and the Yalmagro gang never gave up showing that I was on their side." "What exactly are you trying to say?" Sai Batian's only answer was a heartbreaking sigh.His eyes followed the rustle of Anna Maya's clothes until she stepped out of the side door. "It's a pity," he grinned at Jia Boye and muttered, "It's a pity that she wasn't born to dress like this! Spanish clothes really suit her!" "Mr. Saibatian," Bartholomew interrupted Saibatian abruptly, and pushed him into the small study, "no one can hear us talking here. To talk about fashion, wait Let’s talk later! Tell me first, are you sure someone is going to attack Mr. Francesco?” "Mr. Elada is not the only one who has this idea. The weapons have been ready for two days. Even the time and place of the surprise attack have been decided." "Where? When?" "Later, when the governor walks across the square to come here." "Before Mass?" "Even though the governor is so devout, Elada wants him to go to hell soon! Elada feels that the governor should not be given any chance to confess at mass." Bartolomeo shook his head and let out a long sigh, as if with the last of his strength.He groaned heavily, and sat himself down on the high chair.He closed his eyes and murmured: "What can I do? Mr. Francisco knows that I have something to do with the fact that the judge is coming. He even accused me of locking up his brother Anando! It's useless even if I remind him, he won't listen Mine. On the contrary, I don't know which self-righteous trap he is now suspicious of." "Brother Bartholomew, let me offend you, but I think there is another person who can make the Governor listen to him, and even make the Governor willing to do so!" At this time, Sai Batian and Bartolomeo looked at Jia Boye almost at the same time. "No." Jia Boye strongly objected, waving his hands in front of his chest. "Jia Boye..." "No, Bartolomeo! These rumors of assassination have nothing to do with me anymore. I have long since decided not to seek rational explanations for Mr. Francisco's actions. Even after what has happened in the past few months, In addition, witnessing the tragic death of Juli Okoro will not change my decision!" Sai Batian grabbed Jia Boye's open shirt with his right hand. "Jabye, why do you think I'm here? There was talk of you in the house at Almagro last night. Elada and the others know you're here, in this church. Someone must come to you .And guess who they decided to send in the end?" Since Jia Boye was expressionless and did not speak for a long time, Sai Batian let go of his hand, put his index finger on his friend's chest, and said sonorously: "Francisco is facing a critical situation at this moment, and it is up to you to save him! And you, you are his earliest loyal comrade-in-arms! You are what he has called 'my child' for a long time! I Flores, the hero of the 'God Saint Jacob' who took Cuzco! Don't you know that you can scare the shit out of them?" "They're all crazy!" "No. They're angry and scared. They feel threatened when a fly flies by, and they're afraid of being tricked! And they're not without reason." "Jia Boye, he's right..." "Brother Bartolomeo, of course I have a point. My old friend Jaber, I know what's going to happen, and if you remain unmoved and don't remind the governor, unless they take the blame first Face you, otherwise they will unite with the governor to deal with you! This way the chances of winning are great!" At this time, there was a sudden sound of turning by the door, accompanied by the rustling of clothes, which surprised everyone.I saw that Anna Maya was holding a bowl of hot brown juice with a strange color, and went straight to the monk as she entered the room. "You have to drink this," she said, handing him the juice, a big smile on her lips, "Your God won't do anything to you, because there's nothing in it that God didn't make..." "I'm glad you've started learning about the Catholic faith, and it doesn't feel strange at all..." Bartolomeo grinned mischievously, pulling his parched lips.Just as his hand was about to push the bowl away, he stretched his neck to catch it. "Since you've been carrying it for a long time." He murmured. Just as he was about to drink it, Anna Maya turned to Jia Boye. "Sabatian is right. You should warn the governor." "Anna Maya," Jia Boye retorted, "didn't I just say that the only and smartest thing we can do is to leave Lima immediately!" "No. What has begun must end. Then, we can return to the mountains." Jia Boye was still sullen, so Sai Batian leaned over and said to him in a heavy voice: "I beg you, my old friend." Hearing such a serious voice, Jia Boye felt his heart tremble. "Let me tell you," Sebatian continued, "they bothered me, haunted me... Elada made me understand that if I don't hold the sword with them later, my ship will be finished too ..." "Okay," Jia Boye simply said, "Then I'll go." Jia Boye spent a long time waiting in front of the gate of the governor's mansion.After he announced his full name "Jaberye Mendeluca y Flores", there was a long silence before the heavy nailed door of the mansion turned.Among the many servants dressed in blood-red clothes, two short farmers carefully inspected Jia Boye before letting him pass. "The Viceroy will meet you in the garden." One of the youngest attendants said to him. When he entered the inner courtyard, Jia Boye found a dozen or so faces in the corridor looking at him.He recognized some of them, some of them were his former bosses in Cajamar, and some of them were royal nobles whom he had seen later in Cuzco.The men didn't take off their hats to say hello, and neither did he.The heels of his boots tapped on the cobblestones of the inner courtyard, and he followed the young squire down the end of the passage.After opening the low gate leading to the garden, Jia Boye finally saw him. The governor's shoulders may have been bent a bit, but his tall figure was still upright, with a long black gown hanging down to his feet.Around his waist was a belt inlaid with gold and a silver dagger sheath.The felt hat he was wearing was as white as the spotless suede shoes on his feet.The governor turned his back to Jia Boye, holding a copper watering pot in his hand, and slowly poured out a perfectly curved jet of water, pouring it under the fig tree.His hands, deformed by rheumatism, were marked with large brown blotches, the marks of age.But his slightly hoarse voice remained unchanged. He neither turned his head nor greeted him first. There was a bit of softness in his voice. He said: "This is the first fig tree planted in this country. Every day I come to feed it, drink water, talk to it... You know when plants are growing, they like to have people talking to them?" "Mr. Francesco," Jaberye replied bluntly, "the people at Almagro have just decided to assassinate you when you enter the church later." Francesco Pizarro didn't react with any excitement, and he didn't see any trembling from the back of his neck or his hands, as if he just listened to Jia Boye's words.The clean water still trickled down, pouring a hole in the loose soil at the base of the fig tree. "Governor, did you hear what I just said?" Jia Boye asked with a strong tone. "Last night, Mr. Elada tried to stir up the soldiers' emotions. Everyone has their swords in their hands." At this time, the water column suddenly stopped.The garden shutters rattled.Jia Boye guessed that there were probably many faces crowding around the window, guessing the actions of the two of them. Mr. Francesco finally turned around, and in the light-colored eyes, black eyes like the tip of a pen stared at him. How many times, Jia Boye couldn't find a sense of reality in these eyes.Although his already gray beard was carefully trimmed, it still couldn't hide the wrinkles on his face.When he grinned, he saw three cavities on his baby-pink gums. "Now," he said mildly, "everybody doesn't call me 'Governor,' but 'My Lord Marquis.'" "My God, Don Francisco, please stop talking about words. Two hundred people want to kill you!" "Without further ado!" "You know very well that this is not nonsense! In this country, half of the Spaniards want you dead, and you have provoked the anger of everyone." "What anger do people come from! It's nothing but their evil and betrayal." "Mr. Francisco, they have their reasons!" Jia Boye raised his voice angrily and said, "You can't ignore it!" "Why should I care? Don't I treat everyone like a father? Don't you see how I treat anyone who is poor? I'll invite them to skittles!" "Mr. Francesco..." "Jia Boye, listen to me! Not only will I invite this person to play skittles, I will give ten pesos for each game, or even more. If the other party has the ability, I can give it twice. Sometimes if the other party has a title , I even give a nugget of gold. And I lose a lot... I spend my time playing because I like to play, but I lose a lot. You see, the poor don't get poor anymore, and I don't give alms to each other, I keep it for them Therefore, the fact is that someone wants to slander me and make me feel restless. My only concern is everyone’s interests, but there are people spreading specious remarks everywhere, distorting what I said, and wanting to betray me!" "You promise to let Almagro's fleet go, and then there will be peace!" "My child, what is your reason for coming to tell me these things? Besides, you are also dressed like a normal Spaniard..." "Governor, the reason I came to Lima has nothing to do with you. I came to find the appointed judge." "what?" "But, you seem to have let him drown." "Nonsense! What nonsense . . . I advised him to come here in my galleon, but he chose a poor one for himself. But he will come anyway. He is not drowned. You find him do what?" "It's time to give the people of this country the dignity they deserve! I'll tell him that the Indians here are as respectable as we are, and tell him that the Pope thinks so too." "Do you know what the Pope thinks?" "And your business! I want to tell him that you and your brother have caused thousands of innocent and kind people to suffer." "Then you, don't you?" "Yes, I did too, but it was because I foolishly followed your command. I seemed to be blindfolded. I didn't open my eyes until I was surrounded by the wailing and terror we spread." "In that case, old friend, perhaps you should tell him too, how you and I, together, we have dealt with these savages, so that this place may become the holy land of God! How many times you should tell him, Holy Child, Our Lady of the Rosary, Let us escape the danger, nothing is possible without the will of Our Lady herself. You should also tell him how powerfully God has made us work for his will in Cajamar!" "No, Monsieur Francisco." "Then you're going to lie like everyone else! God appointed you more than anyone else. Have you forgotten how he protected you at the Battle of Cuzco?" "I don't know what protects me." "Don't deny it!" Pizarro swore suddenly, waving the watering pot, "God and I are both present, yet you dare to deny it! Didn't I bring you here? When you are just an insignificant creature among ants Didn't I give you status and a title when you got lice?" "What you just said is a story I don't hear people tell anymore. Those gentlemen leaning on the window are eavesdropping on our conversation and flattering you every day. They deserve what you just said. But I can never sing the same tune with you: in my eyes, in my heart, there are too many sad memories, those are the hurts you don't want to erase, the pain you never want to ease , after all, it’s because you don’t want to admit that you caused all this!” "Son, you are also against me, right?" "My lord the Marquis, it is meaningless to speak of the word 'against' between us. Besides, it is useless to say it from now on. I have long been used to not having a father." "But you are worried about me. You don't want me to die, and you are always ready to stand up and protect me." "I didn't say that. I won't fight for you. The reason I came here to remind you is that your death will probably implicate me, but I don't want to die so early because I still have a lot of things to do. undone." "You son of a bitch! With you, what else is there to do?" Jia Boye couldn't help being surprised by the bitterness and meanness in Francisco's words, but soon he regained his composure, then he smiled slightly, took a step away and said: "Actually, Marquis, I think I'll never be able to explain it clearly to you. If I want to explain it clearly, I'm afraid it will take you and my whole life again." Francisco's face suddenly collapsed, like a dilapidated and desolate house, the door was closed instantly.The wrinkles on his face deepened, and the contemptuous look from before poured out of his eyes. "I'm going to hold Mass here, in my room." His voice was still full of anger. "We'll just wait and see if Elada and his bunch of idiots dare come to me! As for you , while I pray, you can taste the juice of my first orange harvest here." "Mr. Francisco, I'm not thirsty at all." The Marquis approached Jia Boye and stroked his neck with his hands.This is his usual behavior when he expresses his feelings to Jia Boye and at the same time redoubles his demands for his obedience.However, Jia Boye's gaze was calmer and more determined than before, causing the Marquis to stop abruptly. His hands were still in the air, and he looked at his dear child with disappointment in his black eyes, trying to find answers from his eyes.Then he curled up his fingers one after another. "As you wish!" he finally said heavily and resentfully. His helplessness softened Jia Boye's heart even more than his previous words. "Be careful of your own safety..." The suspicion and feeling of weakness accumulated on the Marquis seemed to disappear instantly.He straightened himself up, with a firm tone, and with great momentum, he said loudly: "Old soldiers never die, but the green hills are always there." "Long live the king! Long live the king! Tyranny must die!" At first about thirty people rushed into the street and then onto the square in front of the church.Ana Maya dragged Bartolomeo to the scaffolding built by the church. She could clearly see the shadows of these people, but their drumming filled the increasingly humid air in Lima. Once again they shouted: "Long live the King! Long live the King! Tyranny must fall!" They frantically waved all kinds of weapons in their hands, such as crossbows, spears, swords, javelins, and even two muskets! "They're crazy." Bartholomew said to himself, and unconsciously held Anna Maya's arm, "Do they want to set off a confrontation between the two sides?" Anna Maya looked for Sai Batian's tall figure, but did not answer right away.But before she found it, there was a loud noise that even made the wooden boards on the scaffolding shake slightly.Two hundred to three hundred people poured out of the deserted streets and dead houses next to the square a second ago, most of them were riding horses, wearing iron shirts and leather corsets, shouting loudly with their mouths open . "Lovely Jesus!" Bartholomew blurted out, his face pale and sweat beaded on his brow. "Are they afraid of the governor to this extent?" Anna Maya asked, "Do we need to mobilize so many people to kill him?" "There is no doubt that they are very afraid of Mr. Francisco. But they are even more afraid of Jaber Ye and his 'Legend of the God of Saint Jacob' in Cusco!" Annamaya couldn't help but show a mocking gesture, which was beyond Bartholomew's expectation. "Kamakenkeya, do what I said make you feel ridiculous?" Bartholomew muttered humorously: "You seem very calm!" After hearing a burst of muskets firing into the air, the crowd started clamoring again, interrupting Bartolomeo's words.So he had to shout so that Annamaya could hear him. "Look at them! If things go on like this, within an hour, Pizarro and maybe even Jaboye will be dead. Are you laughing because you're worried?" "Bartholomew, don't panic. Jaboye won't die." "How can you be so sure?" An angry look appeared on Bartolomeo's face.But when his eyes intersected with Anna Maya's, he immediately understood that what she said made sense, and he would never know where she came from for her foresight and such certain confidence. At this time, when the rebellious crowd rushed into the mansion of Mr. Francisco Pizarro, he closed his eyes and eagerly drew the holy sign, as if in despair. "Take up your weapons! Take up your weapons! They're going to break in, and they're going to kill Lord Marquis!" The guards shouted loudly, and the sound echoed throughout the vast building, causing panic in the inner courtyard.Looking down from the high corridor, Jia Boye saw that the nobles of the royal palace were all huddled together, eager to escape instead of drawing their swords to fight.Almost immediately, a strong wrist grabbed his arm and pulled him back.When he looked back, he found that Mr. Francisco was close to his side, so close that he could clearly count the crow's feet extending to his beard one by one. "Come with me to my chambers. At least you can help me put on my breastplate! You will see that there are not many of us here!" In fact, in the small room at the back, only three or four people were seen.This room is located at the corner of the entire building, and, fortunately, there is only one entrance and exit. "Stay at the door," Francesco said to the two Monsieurs, who held a dagger in one hand and a sword in the other. After he took off his loose robe, he said to the guards who followed him closely: “你，好圣徒，仔细看着外面发生的情形，一一向我报告！” 他打开箱子，里面是他以前穿的护胸甲，并以羊毛包裹着，他的眼神划过贾伯晔的眼睛，短暂交会的同时，嘴角好像浮现了一抹微笑。 “侯爵大人！侯爵大人！”侍卫大叫，“来了！他们破门而入了，现在他们已经冲进第一个内院来了！” "how many people?" “有十……不，有十四个，也许有十五个。他们晃来晃去，我数不清楚。” “没胆的人！贾伯晔你听见没？外头有两百多人，可是只有十五个人敢进来。真不带种！” “侯爵大人！维拉斯凯中尉和萨赛多国务大臣，已经怕得从窗户爬到花园逃走了……” 法兰西斯科先生同时放声大笑，咆哮着说： “贾伯晔，奉天主的意旨，当我穿上铠甲时，帮我系上这些带子。让他们瞧瞧谁能暗杀我！” “侯爵大人，艾拉达先生以及他的随从，已经爬上楼梯到第二个内院处。他们正在交战……噢，侯爵大人，胡塔多以及洛札诺先生都中剑受伤了！” “进展得可真快！吩咐下去，把回廊的门关起来，每三个人守一道门。” “侯爵大人，可是没办法！我们很多的大人都躲到了床下或是柜子后面！” “都是一些贪生怕死之徒！这些人去吃屎吧……贾伯晔，我的孩子，束紧！束紧一点！” 贾伯晔拉住皮带，将护胸甲的前后系紧。他打从心底升起越来越深的反感，同时自己也很惊讶四周竟如此寂静，仿佛他把这位嘶声吼叫的老人锁进了铁衣的棺材里。正在此时，近处突然响起鼓噪声。 “哦，侯爵大人，夏维先生被杀死了！他们一刀子刺进他的脖子！侯爵！他们杀人了！他们杀人了！” “真他妈的狗娘养的！十个打一个，竟然一刀刺死！真他妈的狡猾！真可耻！” 正在此刻，喊叫声和辱骂声骤时四起，大门瞬时遭人推开，重重地撞到墙面再往回弹。忠诚的侍卫一句话也不说，嘴巴张得好大，摇摇晃晃地走到后头，不让别人发现。片刻间，每个人都吓得一动也不动，呼吸急促，眼睛瞪得大大的。这时，“暴政必亡”的呼喊声顿时响起，近得犹如回荡在总督的铠甲前。 贾伯晔本能地跳到一旁，尽管心里暗地下了决定绝不让剑出鞘，可是他仍然拔出了剑。然而房间里一时混乱四起。四处都是刀剑交锋的铿锵声、众人大声的喊叫、咬牙切齿的咒骂以及臭气熏天的喘息。当法兰西斯科先生被人注意到的时候，即刻如魔鬼附身般陷入打斗中。他一边舞着左手的长矛，一边耍着右手的剑以抵挡、攻击。这时的他顿时变得年轻，让人无从攻击。似乎连他的发须都如铁般锐利。他发出的怒吼及雷霆万钧的气势逼退了所有的谋反者，他们的攻势越见凌弱。 “暴政必亡！”艾拉达先生脸色十分苍白，一边大喊，一边推开挡在他面前的人。 “叛徒！无耻之徒！下三滥！”法兰西斯科先生不甘示弱地反击。 然后，突然更多其他的谋反者涌进房间，其中，贾伯晔发现赛巴田高大的身影，他尴尬且僵硬地看着这场混乱的打斗。 “赛巴田！”贾伯晔大叫，“别待在那儿。让他们去打！” 赛巴田重重地一拂，推开皮萨罗的长矛，但说时迟那时快，其中护卫着总督的最后几人中，有人狠狠地给了赛巴田一刀。赛巴田脸上现时浮现痛苦的表情，血喷流而出，他转身面对着向他靠近的贾伯晔。但贾伯晔还来不及接近之前，艾拉达已经看出赛巴田的意图，于是双手往赛巴田的背后一推，将他送进了法兰西斯科先生的刀剑下，给了他致命的一击。 "Sabatian!" 贾伯晔以长剑划过空中，试图挡开法兰西斯科先生的剑。可是总督手腕使尽了力气。那把杀人无数且经历百战的剑刺进赛巴田铠甲的下方。法兰西斯科力气使得很大，匕首刺得很深，当高大的黑人沉重地呻吟时，法兰西斯科险些重心不稳跌个踉跄。 接下来的情形像是一瞬间发生。正当赛巴田扯住法兰西斯科的长剑倒下时，出乎总督意料的是，霎时所有的人蜂涌而上，齐声喊叫，只见十来只手腕握着匕首刺向了他： “杀死他！杀死他！杀死他！暴政必亡！” 贾伯晔伸手抓住赛巴田的肩膀，很费力地将他拖到后头。当他拔出他腹中的长剑时，离他两步之遥的法兰西斯科也应声倒在木板的地上，张开的嘴里可以瞥见长得不全的牙齿，以及他发出长长无声的嘶喊，同时，染满血的嘴里吐着气息说： “让我忏悔！发发慈悲吧！让我忏悔吧！求你行行好，让我能再最后一次亲吻玫瑰经里的圣母玛丽亚肖像吧！” 贾伯晔的手感受到赛巴田临终前的抖动。 “你要撑住！”他哀求地说，并用手按住伤口，不在乎自己的手早在拔出长剑时，被剑锋划开了掌心。他仍说着：“赛巴田，你别放弃。安娜玛雅会救你的。” “贾伯晔你放手吧！这样很好。” 赛巴田的手放在他朋友的手上，当他的眼神开始闪烁，嘴边微笑时，他望着面容破碎的总督。杀人者当中，有一人响应总督的请求，以极尽残忍的方式除掉某个不知道逃命的蠢蛋后，同时顺手结束了总督口中喃喃的祈祷。 “他已经死了，”赛巴田喘着气说，“而我就快走了，从此摆脱奴隶的身份。” "etc……" 贾伯晔脱口而出，汗水和泪水同时流下。 “赛巴田，还有件事我要问你。” “我知道你要做什么，你饶了我吧！……你只是想多争取一点时间……” “我说过我需要你！” “贾伯晔，你老爱在分别的时候婆婆妈妈地哭。不要作声，握住我的手。” 当他的朋友闭上双眼，生命的船引领他航向最终的解脱时，贾伯晔始终没放开手，紧紧地握着他。 海洋吹来阴郁潮湿的雾，袭上沿着岸边蜿蜒曲折的赭红石块。海边吹过来的雾和燃烧着利马北部沙漠的炽热太阳，两者僵持不下。 只消三个小时骑骡或骑马，就足以远离那个绿意丰饶的城市，那个自法兰西斯科·皮萨罗死后陷入疯狂的城市。对仇恨的吶喊转变成餍足复仇之欲的恶魔之舞。总督垂老的身躯被拖到广场，有如破布般被用来拭去由来以久的怨恨，以及多年来他为所欲为、令人惧怕的暴君行径。 总督的官邸遭人洗劫并引起众人哄堂大笑的时候，巴托罗缪马上催促贾伯晔逃走，要他赶在艾拉达将矛头指向他之前，离开这个城市。 “我要先埋葬赛巴田！”贾伯晔红着眼眶反对地说。 “不行，你休想那些人会留时间给你做这些事。你是最后一个让他们害怕的人。别以为他们会这样放过你。” 后来，是安娜玛雅提议带着老黑奴的尸体一同离开。 “这也是个好主意，不是吗？”巴托罗缪拉长脖子嘟哝着说，“我愿意奉献一小块见方的土地，那里比这里平安。” 如今他们就在这里，掘了个坟，两边有突起的石块堆，有如赛巴田长长的手臂。以漂来的浮木做成了十字架，有如人一般高，长长的影子映在一层尘土上。巴托罗缪跪着做祈祷，口中的话始终没有出口。 贾伯晔厚实的手掌，紧紧握住偎在他怀中的安娜玛雅的手，让回忆宛如飞鸟的黑影闪过他的脑海。他犹记得第一次赛巴田对他的微笑，那是在塞维尔“喝壶自由的酒”的酒馆里。犹记得那天太阳升起的时候，赛巴田友好地对他说：“我们发现了一个新的国度。”赛巴田重复着说，“别忘了，朋友，我是黑人，我是奴隶。即使别人假装不是，我也不可能成为别人！”他还记得赛巴田抓住绞死阿塔瓦尔帕的刀板。还有营救自己、保护自己、喜欢开玩笑……他素来忠心不二的好友，直到生命的最后一秒钟！ “在这里，他终于得到自由。”巴托罗缪低声地说，并站了起来。他看着安娜玛雅继续说，像是不敢让自己的眼神与贾伯晔交会：“公主，这又是你出的好主意。” “没错，”贾伯晔附和地说，面露苦笑，“对于一个老像别人的影子般活着的人来说，这下终于彻底地跳脱出别人的阴影！现在艾拉达和他的人马应该强占了他的船。再不要几天，这些人就会完完全全地将他遗忘，对他们来说，就好像从没有过赛巴田这个人……” 他气愤的嘴唇颤抖着。巴托罗缪的灰色眼睛看着他。 “我永远不会忘记我曾为他施洗。”他悄悄地说。 “施洗？赛巴田？”贾伯晔满脸惊讶地说。 “是啊！在我离开库斯科前，是他向我要求的……我可以告诉你，我并不知道他在信仰上了解有多深，可是假设他是想求……心安吧！” 巴托罗缪将手指相连的手，握住贾伯晔与安娜玛雅的手。 “但我是怀着对你们一样的爱，为他施洗的。” 贾伯晔顿时收回他的手。 “巴托罗缪弟兄，我一点也记不得有什么仪式。” “老朋友你别激动。你难道不记得是我第一个将你推向她的吗？还有，难道不是我到森林里去寻找你和安娜玛雅……从那天起，我就将你们放在我的信仰里，我曾经和卡达理分享过这些仪式。贾伯晔，虽然时而言语上我们无法心灵契合，但是，没与你分享我的友情，分享你渴求的这份既神圣又人性的爱，我怎能离开。你能接受施洗吗？你们能接受吗？” “谢谢。”安娜玛雅只简单地回答，贾伯晔则是卯足劲摇着头。 “不，卡玛肯柯雅，应该是我向你说谢谢。我应该谢你的地方，比你想象的还多！没有你，我知道所有的人会比今天更感到羞辱，更觉得痛苦。我永远也不会忘记你。等我和卡斯若审判长谈话的时候，等我去托雷多以及秘鲁为你申冤辩护时，我的眼前会一直浮现着你的脸。” 有好一会儿，他们之间不再有任何的言语，感动的情绪将他们的心联系在一块儿，正如同他们的手紧紧地相握。沙漠的炎热及海边的涌浪将他们三人笼罩在无比寂寞却平安的气氛中。贾伯晔这时特别感觉到悲伤的情绪正逐渐融化，犹如四周包围着他的旷野吸收了他的悲伤，似乎突然间，他真正的生命才要扬帆出发。 巴托罗缪先挣脱了拥抱。他惯性地摸了摸手指相连的结痂处，这是他向来感到尴尬时，掩饰情绪的动作。他并笑着说： “正如你们所见，我已经不再发烧。不知道这是天主终于听到我的哀求，抑或是公主你调的药汁起了作用？但，管他的！只要你们相信我会活很久就好了！” 过了一会儿之后，当他俯在骡子上的身影朝着北方渐行渐远时，安娜玛雅仍紧紧地靠在贾伯晔身上。 “他说话的语调，颇似我们伟大的君王，你不觉得有点奇怪吗？” 贾伯晔知道她心里想什么。他自己也想到唯一的君王万亚·卡帕克国王说过的话： “太阳之子和外国人的争战：这是征兆。” “兄弟的血、朋友的血将会比外国人的血流得更多：这是征兆。” “有外国人为一个女人祈祷，但原因并非该人的伟大祖先被杀害：这是征兆。” Oh!Yes.每个征兆都已经出现。 “走吧！”安娜玛雅悄悄地说，“现在该回到山上。该是我们现身，让双胞兄弟得以自由的时候了！” “而且时时刻刻相信我。活在我的话语中，并相信美洲狮。”贾伯晔响应着说，并往赛巴田的坟上看了最后一眼。