With a firm
step he crossed to the archway where the purple shadow
took him.
Juan Lepe must turn to his own part which now must be
decided. I walked behind Don Enrique de Cerda through
Santa Fe. With him kept Don Miguel de Silva, who loved
Don Enrique's sister and would still talk of _devoir_ and of
plans, now that the war was ended. When the house was
reached he would enter with us and still adhere to Don
Enrique. But at the stair foot the latter spoke to the squire.
"Find me in an hour, Juan Lepe. I have something to say
to thee!" His tone carried, "Do you think the place there
makes any difference? No, by the god of friends!"
I let him go thinking that I would come to him presently.
But I, too, had to act under the god of friends. In Diego
Lopez's room I found quill and ink and paper, and there I
wrote a letter to Don Enrique, and finding Diego gave it to
him to be given in two hours into Don Enrique's hand.
Then Juan Lepe the squire changed in his own room, narrow
and bare as a cell, to the clothing of Juan Lepe the sailor.
CHAPTER VII
DUSK was drawing down as I stole with little trouble
out of the house into the street and thence into the
maze of Santa Fe. That night I slept with minstrels
and jugglers, and at sunrise slipped out of Cordova gate
with muleteers. They were for Cordova and I meant to go to
Malaga.
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