'The man who saw me through that window was arrested by the Inquisition.'
'Arrested and sent to the mines, where he died. He told me about you and Luis before he died.'
'But his brother seems to have prospered.'
'God protects His own,' I said, modestly, 'and rewards them.' I pulled out a pouch bulging with gold ducats. 'I want you to tell me about the silver robberies. I want to know how you came to get involved with Luis and the name of everyone else you were involved with.'
'Why should I tell you anything? For a little gold? I would get it as a reward if I turned you into the Holy Office.'
'You would get more than that for a reward. I wonder how the pope would receive you if he knew you lusted for the flesh of women?'
Her narrowing eyes now widened in surprise. She still had not identified me as the mestizo boy who robbed temples. I did not want her to make that connection, but I needed to frighten her.
'And the king? Would he give me a pension or a hangman's noose if he was told you robbed not only his silver but ancient tombs?'
Her face would not maintain the stoic countenance. Her lips twisted into a feral sneer. 'A man whose tongue has been cut out tells no tales.'
I chuckled. 'Sister, such impure thoughts must not come from your holy lips.' I turned around and gestured at two men in a cart following our carriage. 'I see that you hired two felons to murder me. Do you see the four men in the king's uniform on horseback behind them?'
I waved my hand back at the horsemen. They rode forward and stopped the cart. They were dragging the two men off of the cart when I turned back to her. Her right hand was hidden in the folds of her habit.
I threw her the pouch of gold. 'Put away your dagger. The brother to that pouch will be yours if you give me the information I request.'
Her mind worked like a slow-witted dog with sharp teeth. Her first instinct was to rip with the teeth. Only after that passed, did her mind evaluate the situation.
'Why do you want this information?'
'Revenge on those who wronged my brother.'
A blood feud was a simple, honorable circumstance that any Spaniard would understand.
She smiled at me. During the voyage from the New World the seamen had landed a denizen of the sea whose smile was a sharp-toothed grin. Catalina, even when pretending to be friendly, had that same razor-fanged smirk.
'Perhaps the good Lord will help me remember those days when I helped convey the king's silver, but for now I am in great need of something.'
She instructed the driver to take us to one of the twisting alleys left over from the days when Seville was a Moorish city.
'Why are we going there?' I asked.
'An acquaintance has fallen in love with a very lonely widow. But the widow needs some encouragement to consummate the relationship.'
I did not need the ashes of an owl to divine that Catalina herself was the person lusting after the lonely widow.
'What kind of encouragement do you seek?'
'A love potion.'
Shades of Snake Flower.
The narrow streets, where the love witch's shop was located, could not accommodate our carriage, so we continued our travel on foot. The driver did a double take when he saw Catalina. A nun had entered the carriage; a short, husky caballero left it. I told the driver to wait for us. We left her nun's habit on the seat.
The love witch was a dark, elderly woman, seething with shadowy mysteries and esoteric secrets. In her little shop, reeking of incense and awash in alchemist's jars full of unnamed things, she might have seemed intimidating, at least by Seville's standards, but compared to Aztec love witches, who gleefully cut off pieces of penes, she was a babe in arms.
From theater talk, I knew that love magic was the rage in Spain and practiced openly without interference from the Inquisition.
Catalina, who identified herself as Don Pepito, explained the problem with the lonely widow. Gold quickly exchanged hands, one of the coins from the pouch I had given 'Don Pepito,' and the love witch immediately recommended ways to spellbind the widow.
'You may have to try several different spells,' she said, 'because people are affected differently. The most successful for widows is the enchanted lamp oil wick.'
She explained that the man would 'gather' some of his semen. I assumed after stimulating himself. I hid a grin behind my hand. Catalina would not like this remedy.
A lamp wick was soaked in the semen and burned in the widow's presence. 'She is driven to instant uncontrollable desire when she breathes in your male essence, while you are invoking the sacred—'
'I don't like that one. Give me another incantation.'
The love witch held out her hand for another gold coin.
'When you are in the widow's presence, without her seeing what you are doing, you stick your hand in your pants and pull on your pubic hair. You recite, 'Come to me, hot as an oven, wet as a...' '
We left the love witch several gold coins short but Catalina armed with incantations.
Catalina told me of her involvement in the silver robberies.
'I was arrested for a minor offense and sentenced to hang,' she said.
I did not ask what sort of 'minor' offense would result in a death sentence.
'Instead of dancing on the gallows, I was sold by the constable to a man who, rather than putting me to honest labor, offered me criminal employment.'
'Who was the man?'
She did not know.
'Describe him.'
She did and I was certain that it was not Ramon de Alva. I didn't mention his name. If she betrayed me, I did not want everyone I sought vengeance upon to be aware of my mission.
'The crime they forced me to commit was robbery of the silver trains. A messenger from the mint would bring me the schedule for shipments, and I would lie in wait with my comrades.'
'Who else did you come into contact with?'
'The man your brother saw me with at the cantina. His name is Luis. That is all I know about him.'
'You have not earned your second pouch of gold. I need more information.'
'Do you wish me to lie?'
'My desire is that you dig into your memory and tell me more about the man named Luis. I want to know if you ever saw him in the company of the man who paid the constable for your release.'
She thought for a moment. 'No, I never saw them together.' She stopped and faced me. 'My memory is coming back. If you give me that second pouch of gold, I will tell you the name of the person who bought my freedom.'
I gave her the pouch.
'Miguel de Soto.'
Eh, the man who bought and sold workers for the tunnel project, Ramon de Alva's brother-in-law.
Catalina hurried away from me, perhaps to pull her pubic hair for the widow, but I did not bother calling after her. I had made a connection between Luis, Alva, the silver robberies, and the tunnel project. It was not evidence I could go to the authorities with. With my sins, real and imagined, I could not have gone to them if God had been my witness.
My mind flashed to little Juana naked on a rack being examined by devils in priest's robes, and the courageous don being marched toward his fiery death.
It was time to return to New Spain.
Mateo was out of the city. I knew that he was elated about being back in Spain, among his own. I would not disturb him, but leave word with Ana. I would miss my compadre, but in the great circle of life, perhaps we would
