One devout brother, sitting apart and
fasting, told his beads.
Said Guarin, "I have been watching him. He is talking
to his _zeme_.--They are all butios?"
"Yes. Most of them are good men."
"What is going to happen here to all my people? Something
is over against me and my people, I feel it! Even
the cacique has fear."
"It is the dark Ignorance and the light Ignorance, the
clothed Ignorance and the naked Ignorance. I feel it too,
what you feel. But I feel, O Guarin, that the inner and
true Man will not and cannot take hurt!"
He said, "Do they come for good?"
I answered, "There is much good in their coming. Seen
from the mountain brow, enormous good, I think. In the
long run I am fain to think that all have their market here,
you no less than I, Guacanagari no less than the Admiral."
"I do not know that," he said. "It seems to me the
sunny day is dark."
I said, "In the main all things work together, and in the
end is honey."
Out they came from palm-roofed house, the Admiral of
the Ocean-Sea and Viceroy of what Indies he could find
for Spain and Spain could take, and the Indian king or
grandee or princeling. Perceiving that what he did was
appreciated for what it was, Guacanagari had recovered his
lameness. The cotton was no longer about his thigh; he
moved straight and lightly,--a big, easy Indian.
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