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"The Taino way is not always better," said Chipa.
"We have better tools," said Cristoforo. "And better weapons."
"I meant, how do you say? The Taino kill people for the gods. Sees-in-the-Dark said that when you taught us about Christ, we would understand that one man already died as the only sacrifice ever needed. Then the Taino would stop killing people. And the Caribs would stop eating them."
"Holy Mother," said Pedro. "They do that?"
"The people from the lowlands say so. The Caribs are terrible monster people. The Taino are better than they are. And we of Ankuash are better than the Taino. But Sees-in-the-Dark says that when you are ready to teach us, we will see that you are the best of all."
"We Spanish?" asked Pedro.
"No, him. You, Colўn."
It's nothing but flattery, Cristoforo told himself. That's why Sees-in-the-Dark has been teaching Chipa and the other people of Ankuash to say things like that. The only reason I'm so happy when I hear such things is because it makes such a contrast to the malicious rumors being spread among my own crew. Sees-in-the-Dark wants me to think of the people of Ankuash as if they were my true people, instead of the Spanish crew.
What if it was true? What if the whole purpose of this voyage was to bring him here, where he could meet the people God had prepared to receive the word of Christ?
No, it couldn't be that. The Lord spoke of gold, of great nations, of crusades. Not an obscure mountain village.
She said that when I was ready, she'd show me the gold.
We have to build a ship. I have to hold the men together long enough to build a ship, return to Spain, and come back with a larger force. One with more discipline. One without Martin Pinzўn. But I'll also bring priests, many of them, to teach the Indians. That will satisfy Sees-in-the-Dark. I can still do all of it, if I can just hold things together here long enough to get the ship built.
Putukam clucked her tongue. "Things are very bad, Chipa says."
"How bad?" asked Diko.
"Chipa says that her young man, Pedro, is always begging Colўn to leave. She says that some of the boys have tried to warn Pedro, so he can warn the cacique. They plan to kill him."
"Who?"
"I can't remember the names now, Sees-in-the-Dark, " said Putukam, laughing. "Do you think I'm as smart as you?"
Diko sighed. "Why can't he see that he has to leave, he has to come here?"
"He may be white, but he's still a man," said Putukam. "Men always think they know the right thing, and so they don't listen."
"If I leave the village to go down the mountain and watch over Colўn, who will carry the water here?" asked Diko.
"We carried water before you came," said Putukam. "The girls are all getting fat and lazy now."
"If I leave the village to watch over Colўn and bring him safely here, who will watch over my house so Nugkui doesn't move someone else in here, and give away all my tools?"
"Baiku and I will take turns watching," said Putukam.
"Then I'll go," said Diko. "But I won't make him come. He has to come here under his own power, of his own free will."
Putukam looked at her, impassively.
"I don't make people do things against their will," said Diko.
Putukam smiled. "No, Sees-in-the-Dark. You just refuse to leave them alone until they change their minds. Of their own free will."
The mutiny finally came out in the open because of Rodrigo de Triana, perhaps because he had more reason to hate Colўn than any other, having been cheated out of his prize for being first to see land. Yet it didn't happen according to anyone's plan, as far as Pedro could see. The first he knew about it was when the Taino named Dead Fish came ru
At once Pedro called out to Caro, the silversmith, to go fetch the officers. Then he ran with Chipa, following Dead Fish outside the stockade.
Parrot Feather looked like she was dead. Limp as a rag. It was Moger and Clavijo, two of the criminals who had signed on in order to get a pardon. They were the ones who had obviously been doing the rape -- but Rodrigo de Triana and a couple of other sailors from the Pinta were looking on, laughing.
"Stop it!" Pedro screamed.
The men looked at him like a bug on their bed, to be flicked away.
"She's a child!" he shouted at them.
"She's a woman now," said Moger. Then he and the others burst out laughing again.
Chipa was already heading for the girl. Pedro tried to stop her. "No, Chipa."
But Chipa seemed oblivious to her own danger. She tried to get around one of the men to see to Parrot Feather. He shoved her out of the way -- and into the hands of Rodrigo de Triana. "Let me see if she's alive," Chipa insisted.
"Leave her alone," said Pedro. But now he wasn't shouting.
"Looks like this one's a volunteer," said Clavijo, ru
Pedro reached for his sword, knowing that there was no hope of him prevailing against any of these men, but knowing also that he had to try.
"Put the sword away," said Pinzўn, behind him.
Pedro turned. Pinzўn was at the head of a group of officers. The Captain-General was not far behind.
"Let go of the girl, Rodrigo," said Pinzўn.
He complied. But instead of heading back toward safety, Chipa made for the girl, still lying motionless on the ground, putting her head to the girl's chest to listen for a heartbeat.
"Now let's get back to the stockade and get to work," said Pinzўn.
"Who is responsible for this?" demanded Colўn.
"I've taken care of it," said Pinzўn.
"Have you?" asked Colўn. "The gifl is obviously just a child. This was a monstrous crime. And it was stupid, too. How much help do you think we'll get from the Indians now?"
"If they don't help us willingly," said Rodrigo de Triana, "then we'll go get them and make them help."
"And while you're at it, you'll take their women and rape them all, is that the plan, Rodrigo? Is that what you think it means to be a Christian?" asked Colўn.
"Are you a Captain-General, or a bishop?" asked Rodrigo. The other men laughed.
"I said I've taken care of it, Captain-General," said Pinzўn.
"By telling them to get back to work? What kind of work will we get done if we have to defend ourselves against the Taino?"
"These Indians aren't fighters," said Moger, laughing. "I could fight off every man in the village with one hand while I was taking a shit and whistling."
"She's dead," said Chipa. She arose from the body of the girl and started back toward Pedro. But Rodrigo de Triana caught her by the shoulder.
"What happened here shouldn't have happened," said Rodrigo to Colўn. "But it's not that important, either. Like Pinzўn said, let's get back to work."
For a few moments, Pedro thought that the Captain-General was going to let this pass, just as he had let so many other slights and contemptuous acts go by unremarked. Keeping the peace, Pedro understood that. But this was different. The men started to disperse, heading back toward the stockade.
"You killed a girl!" Pedro shouted.
Chipa was heading for Pedro, but once again Rodrigo reached out his hand to catch her. I should have waited a little longer, thought Pedro. I should have held my tongue.
"Enough," said Pinzўn. "Let's have no more of this."
But Rodrigo couldn't let the accusation go unanswered. "Nobody meant her to die," said Rodrigo.
"If she was a girl of Palos," said Pedro, "you would kill the men who did this to her. The law would demand it!"