stabbed her to the heart。 And as she diedone moment more； senors； that I may confess all！she looked up in my face with a smile as of heaven； and thanked me for having rid her once and for all from Christians and their villainy。〃
The old man paused。
〃God forgive you； senor！〃 said Jack Brimblecombe； softly。
〃You do not； then； turn from me； do not curse me？ Then I will try you farther still； senors。 I will know from human lips； whether man can do such deeds as I have done； and yet be pitied by his kind； that so I may have some hope； that where man has mercy； God may have mercy also。 Do you think that I repented at those awful words？ Nothing less； senors all。 No more than I did when De Soto （on whose soul God have mercy） called meme； a liar！ I knew myself a sinner； and for that very reason I was determined to sin。 I would go on； that I might prove myself right to myself； by showing that I could go on； and not be struck dead from heaven。 Out of mere pride； senors； and self…will； I would fill up the cup of my iniquity； and I filled it。
〃You know； doubtless； senors； how； after the death of old Almagro； his son's party conspired against Pizarro。 Now my brother remained faithful to his old commander； and for that very reason； if you will believe it； did I join the opposite party； and gave myself up； body and soul； to do Almagro's work。 It was enough for me； that the brother who had struck me thought a man right； for me to think that man a devil。 What Almagro's work was； you know。 He slew Pizarro； murdered him； senors； like a dog； or rather； like an old lion。〃
〃He deserved his doom；〃 said Amyas。
〃Let God judge him； senor； not we； and least of all of us I； who drew the first blood； and perhaps the last； that day。 I； senors； it was who treacherously stabbed Francisco de Chanes on the staircase； and so opened the door which else had foiled us all； and I But I am speaking to men of honor； not to butchers。 Suffice it that the old man died like a lion； and that we pulled him down； young as we were； like curs。
〃Well； I followed Almagro's fortunes。 I helped to slay Alvarado。 Call that my third murder； if you will； for if he was traitor to a traitor； I was traitor to a true man。 Then to the war； you know how Vaca de Castro was sent from Spain to bring order and justice where was naught but chaos； and the dance of all devils。 We met him on the hills of Chupas。 Peter of Candia； the Venetian villain； pointed our guns false； and Almagro stabbed him to the heart。 We charged with our lances； man against man； horse against horse。 All fights I ever fought〃 （and the old man's eyes flashed out the ancient fire） 〃were child's play to that day。 Our lances shivered like reeds； and we fell on with battle…axe and mace。 None asked for quarter； and none gave it； friend to friend； cousin to cousin no； nor brother； O God！ to brother。 We were the better armed： but numbers were on their side。 Fat Carbajal charged our cannon like an elephant； and took them； but Holguin was shot down。 I was with Almagro； and we swept all before us； inch by inch； but surely； till the night fell。 Then Vaca de Castro； the licentiate； the clerk； the schoolman； the man of books； came down on us with his reserve like a whirlwind。 Oh！ cavaliers； did not God fight against us； when He let us； the men of iron； us； the heroes of Cuzco and Vilcaconga； be foiled by a scholar in a black gown； with a pen behind his ear？ We were beaten。 Some ran； some did not run； senors； and I did not。 Geronimo de Alvarado shouted to me； 'We slew Pizarro！ We killed the tyrant！' and we rushed upon the conqueror's lances； to die like cavaliers。 There was a gallant gentleman in front of me。 His lance struck me in the crest； and bore me over my horse's croup： but mine； senors； struck him full in the vizor。 We both went to the ground together； and the battle galloped over us。
〃I know not how long I lay； for I was stunned： but after awhile I lifted myself。 My lance was still clenched in my hand； broken but not parted。 The point of it was in my foeman's brain。 I crawled to him； weary and wounded； and saw that he was a noble cavalier。 He lay on his back； his arms spread wide。 I knew that he was dead： but there came over me the strangest longing to see that dead man's face。 Perhaps I knew him。 At least I could set my foot upon it； and say； 'Vanquished as I am； there lies a foe！' I caught hold of the rivets； and tore his helmet off。 The moon shone bright； senors； as bright as she shines nowthe glaring； ghastly； tell… tale moon； which shows man all the sins which he tries to hide； and by that moonlight； senors； I beheld the dead man's face。 And it was the face of my brother！
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〃Did you ever guess； most noble cavaliers； what Cain's curse might be like？ Look on me； and know！
〃I tore off my armor and fled； as Cain flednorthward ever； till I should reach a land where the name of Spaniard； yea； and the name of Christian； which the Spaniard has caused to be blasphemed from east to west； should never come。 I sank fainting； and waked beneath this rock； this tree； forty…four years ago； and I have never left them since； save once； to obtain seeds from Indians； who knew not that I was a Spanish Conquistador。 And may God have mercy on my soul！〃
The old man ceased； and his young hearers； deeply affected by his tale； sat silent for a few minutes。 Then John Brimblecombe spoke：
〃You are old； sir； and I am young； and perhaps it is not my place to counsel you。 Moreover； sir； in spite of this strange dress of mine； I am neither more nor less than an English priest； and I suppose you will not be willing to listen to a heretic。〃
〃I have seen Catholics； senor； commit too many abominations even with the name of God upon their lips； to shrink from a heretic if he speak wisely and well。 At least； you are a man； and after all； my heart yearns more and more； the longer I sit among you； for the speech of beings of my own race。 Say what you will； in God's name！〃
〃I hold； sir；〃 said Jack； modestly； 〃according to holy Scripture； that whosoever repents from his heart； as God knows you seem to have done； is forgiven there and then； and though his sins be as scarlet； they shall be white as snow； for the sake of Him who died for all。〃
〃Amen！ Amen！〃 said the old man； looking lovingly at his little crucifix。 〃I hope and prayHis name is Love。 I know it now； who better？ But； sir； even if He have forgiven me； how can I forgive myself？ In honor； sir； I must be just； and sternly just； to myself； even if God be indulgent； as He has been to me； who has left me here in peace for forty years； instead of giving me a prey to the first puma or jaguar which howls round me every night。 He has given me time to work out my own salvation； but have I done it？ That doubt maddens me at whiles。 When I look upon that crucifix； I float on boundless hope： but if I take my eyes from it for a moment； faith fails； and all is blank； and dark； and dreadful； till the devil whispers me to plunge into yon stream； and once and for ever wake to certainty； even though it be in hell。〃
What was Jack to answer？ He himself knew not at first。 More was wanted than the mere repetition of free pardon。
〃Heretic as I am； sir； you will not believe me when I tell you； as a priest； that God accepts your penitence。〃
〃My heart tells me so already； at moments。 But how know I that it does not lie？〃
〃Senor；〃 said Jack； 〃the best way to punish oneself for doing ill； seems to me to go and do good； and the best way to find out whether God means you well； is to find out whether He will help you to do well。 If you have wronged Indians in time past； see whether you cannot right them now。 If you can； you are safe。 For the Lord will not send the devil's servants to do His work。〃
The old man held down his head。
〃Right the Indians？ Alas！ what is done； is done！〃
〃Not altogether； senor；〃 said Amyas； 〃as long as an Indian remains alive in New Granada。〃
〃Senor； shall I confess my weakness？ A voice within me has bid me a hundred times go forth and labor； for those oppressed wretches； but I dare not obey。 I dare not look them in the face。 I should fancy that they knew my story； that the very birds upon the trees would reveal my crime； and bid them turn from me with horror。〃
〃Senor；〃 said Amyas； 〃these are but the sick fancies of a noble spirit； feeding on itself in solitude。 You have but to try to conquer。〃
〃And look now；〃 said Jack； 〃if you dare not go forth to help the Indians； see now how God has brought the Indians to your own door。 Oh； excellent sir〃
〃Call me not excellent；〃 said the old man； smiting his breast。
〃I do； and shall； sir； while I see in you an excellent repentance； an excellent humility； and an excellent justice；〃 said Jack。 〃But oh； sir； look upon these forty souls； whom we must leave behind； like sheep which have no shepherd。 Could you not teach them to fear God and to love each other； to live like rational men； perhaps to die like Christians？ They would obey you as a dog obeys his master。 You might be their king； their father； yea； their pope； if you would。〃
〃You do not speak like a Lutheran。〃
〃I am not a Lutheran； but an Englishman： but； Protestant as I am； God knows； I had sooner see these poor souls of your creed； than of none。〃
〃But I am no priest。〃
〃When they are ready；〃 said Jack； 〃the Lord will send a priest。 If you begin the good work； you may trust to Him to finish it。〃
〃God help me！〃 said the old warrior。
The talk lasted long into the night； but Amyas was up long before daybreak； felling the trees； and as he and Cary walked back to breakfast； the first thing which they saw was the old man in his garden with four or five Indian children round him； talking smilingly to them。
〃The old man's heart is sound still；〃 said Will。 〃No man is lost who still is fond of little children。〃
〃Ah； senors！〃 said the hermit as they came up； 〃you see that I have begun already to act upon your advice。〃
〃And you have begun at the right end；〃 quoth Amyas； 〃if you win the children； you win the mothers。〃
〃And if you win the mothers；〃 quoth Will； 〃the poor fathers must needs obey their wives； and follow in the