me," said Cristoforo, "be man enough to let me see the face of my murderer."
"Quiet, please, my lord," said the voice. "Some of us have had a meeting. We'll free you and get you out of the stockade. And then we'll fight these damned mutineers and --"
"No," said Cristoforo. "No fighting, no bloodshed."
"What, then? Do we let these men rule over us?"
"The village of Ankuash, up the mountain," said Cristoforo. "I'll go there. The same with all loyal men. Get away quietly, without a fight. Follow the stream up the mountain -- to Ankuash. That is the place that God prepared for us. "
"But the mutineers will build the ship."
"Do you think mutineers could ever build a ship?" asked Cristoforo scornfully. "They'll look each other in the eye, and then look away, because they'll know they can't trust each other."
"That's true, my lord," said the man. "Already some of them are muttering about how Pinzyn was interested only in making sure you knew that he wasn't a mutineer. Some of them remembered how the Turk accused Pinzyn of helping him."
"A stupid charge," said Cristoforo.
"Pinzyn listens when Moger and ClaviJo talk about killing you, and he says nothing," said the man. "And Rodrigo stamps about, cursing and swearing because he didn't kill you this afternoon. We have to get you out of here."
"Help me get to my feet."
The pain was sharp, and he could feel the fragile scabs on some of the wounds break open. Blood was trickling on his back. But it couldn't be helped.
"How many of you are there?" asked Cristoforo.
"Most of the ship's boys are with you," he said. "They were all ashamed of Pinzyn today. Some of the officers talk about negotiating with the mutineers, and Segovia talked with Pinzyn for a long time, so I think maybe he's trying to work out a compromise. Probably wants to put Pinzyn in command --"
"Enough," said Cristoforo. "Everyone is frightened, everyone is doing what he thinks is best. Tell your friends this: I will know who the loyal men are, because they will make their way up the mountain to Ankuash. I will be there, with the woman Sees-in-the-Dark."
"The black witch?"
"There is more of God in her than in half the so-called Christians in this place," said Cristoforo. "Tell them all -- if any man wishes to return to Spain with me as a witness that he was loyal, then he will get away from here and join me in Ankuash."
Cristoforo was standing now, and had his hose on, with a shirt loosely thrown over his back. More clothing than that he couldn't bear, and on this warm night he wouldn't suffer from being so lightly dressed. "My sword," he said.
"Can you carry it?"
"I'm Captain-General of this expedition," said Cristoforo. "I will have my sword. And let it be known -- whoever brings me my logbooks and charts will be rewarded beyond his dreams when we return to Spain."
The man opened the door, and both of them looked carefully to see if anyone was watching them. Finally they saw a man -- Andres Yevenes, from his lean boyish body -- waving for them to come on. Only now did Cristoforo have a chance to see who it was who had come for him. It was the Basque, Juan de la Cosa. The man whose cowardly disobedience had led to the loss of the Santa Maria. "You have redeemed yourself tonight, Juan," said Cristoforo.
Cosa shrugged. "We Basques -- you never know what we're going to do."
Leaning on de la Cosa, Cristoforo moved as quickly as he could across the open area to the stockade wall. In the distance, he could hear the laughter and singing of drunken men. That was why he had been so badly guarded.
Andres and Juan were joined by several others, all ship's boys except for Escobedo, the clerk, who was carrying a small chest. "My log," said Cristoforo.
"And your charts," said Escobedo.
De la Cosa grinned at him. "Should I tell him about the reward you promised, or will you, my lord?"
"Which of you are coming with me?" asked Cristoforo.
They looked at each other in surprise. "We thought to help you over the wall," said de la Cosa. "Beyond that ..."
"They'll know I couldn't have done it alone. Most of you should come with me now. That way they won't start searching through the stockade, accusing people of having helped me. They'll think all my friends left with me."
"I'll stay, " said Juan de la Cosa, "so