THE INSURGENCE of
CHAN SANTA CRUZ
BOOK FIVE:
THE BOOK of STONE
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Valladolid
had been calm for months now, Mexico City also, but... with the Centennial
pageantry finished... there was a most unpatriotic rise in what was called banditry
across several parts of the Republic and General Bravo cut his consultations in
the capital short, taking the steamer from Veracruz to Progreso
and assembling a small guard in Merida. The General's requests for continuing
supplies were given less attention as difficulties in other corners of Mexico
mounted, so he returned to Valladolid... gathering whatever he could there from
the outraged but outranked officials of that city... finally plunging off into
the monte with his escort during the last week of
October, the days of Hanal Pixan - what the mazehualob
called the days of return of the souls of the dead. Bravo rode past offerings
the sublevados placed beside the road, that on which
so many bloody battles had ensued ten years ago. Candles, flowers, food and
pottery were strewn across the trail to mark the graves of sublevados
whose unseen children watched Bravo riding past, but never raised so much as a
machete in opposition to the jefe of the dzulob who
enjoyed the protection of their own leaders.
The
General arrived in Santa Cruz upon the morning of the seventh of November, that
day on which... according to Maya tradition... spirits take their leave to
dwell again in the cold, damp underworld of Metnal
for the remnant of the year. It was a hot day, even for the territory, and a
smell of sweat and death clung to the Mexicans. As the General... taking
possession of his offices as though Tomas had never been there... gave his
report on conditions in the capital, José could not help notice that Ignacio
Bravo, never a large man, seemed even smaller, as if withered by the relentless
sun.
"Things
condense, collapse," he thought, "and does this go on until they
explode?" He waited, stopped the General at the door. "A moment of
your time, if you will." He nodded towards Consuela, shaking his head at
the General.
"Outside,
my flower," Bravo said, inviting José to be seated with a frown. "Do
you hear something, a rustling?"
"Not
a thing, my General. Under ordinary circumstances," he continued, "I
would hold it nothing of my business but, as an officer and patriot, I feel it
my duty to at least inform you of conditions which may adversely affect the
Republic and its army."
"Certainly,"
Bravo acknowledged.
"There
is, understandably, a high regard for yourself here, a regard which aids in the
maintenance of order even in places such as Akbal or Vigia Chico where you are not physically present; even in
this capital, during your leave. It grieves me, consequently, to see this
regard diminished, even in the slightest, by idle speculation."
"If
it is speculation, then what of it?" Bravo shrugged. "When one has
reached my age, little time enough remains to confront that which is real, let
alone that which flourishes in the diseased or uneducated mind. Unless there is
more than speculation to your concerns," he added.
"You
know the answer to that better than I. And, as you may have observed, General,
nature... in the form of a certain person... abhors a vacuum. Aside from rank,
the ability to command is a function of confidence, which may be undermined by
the presence of an opposition. So, unless you view the situation as one that
unfolds to your desire, the only recourse is to remove one or the other of
those objects that could prove a wedge by which such confidence is
undermined."
"You
are a cold blooded bastard," the General marveled.
"Perhaps,"
José acknowledged. "But I am not offering an ultimatum, only a suggestion.
Tomas will bring bad fortune to you, that is evident. But what's to be done?
Are we not all charged by God to look after our family, no matter how foolish
they may be?"
"Tomas
is my youngest surviving son. If there was another," Bravo began, then
waved his hand dismissively. "He would come to grief elsewhere, and in a
very short time. This slave business is only a small part of the picture. He
hungers to be a busy man, without the discipline to be a successful one. But I
am compelled to take his part. If I did not, I would be deficient myself."
"Still,
Tomas has set himself against me, meaning that our paths must cross in
opposition, fatally so, I'm afraid. There is only one way that the matter ever
can be resolved to our mutual satisfaction."
"And
that is?" Bravo asked.
"I
like this army, with all of its faults; I do not even think I could return to Idznacab if my father... whom the saints must preserve...
should no longer manage it. It is too sunny there, henequen does not give the
shade that this monte does, and I am compelled to
retreat deeper into the territory. Let Tomas play to his heart's content in
Santa Cruz... give me Akbal, General, and give me the
resources to make it a great city, as this is.
The second city of the Territory – more magnificent than Chetumal. I shall not trouble your son, nor will he be
distracted from his duties by foolish plottings. If
the transfer placates his vanity, so be it. You have this authority to make me
disappear."
"Then
go!" said Bravo, kicking angrily, his boot striking something beneath the
desk. "Go! I return Akbal to you! Our business arrangements
will be as always... and you have only to ask what you desire for your city and
I shall see that Don Porfirio provides it. But what
is this... an egg? My God, I ordered Tomas not to bring eggs to this
place."
"It
doesn't look like a hen's egg," José observed, and drew a
handkerchief across his brow.
"There
are th... things..." Bravo stuttered,
then changed his mind, and dismissed the Major.
"Well,
I have saved him from choosing between his son and I," José thought,
having departed the General's quarters with a salute. "But the matter's
not ended, hardly." And, as it would be some hours before the train's next
journey to the east, José set his course towards the hospital, for Dr. Rosario
usually had knowledge of the whereabouts of old Chankik.
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