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〃And the proofs of heresy are patent； beside the strong suspicion of enchantment； and the known character of the elder sorceress。 You yourself； you must remember； senor； told us that she had been a notorious witch in England； before the senora brought her hither as her attendant。〃
〃Of course she was； of course。 Yes； there was no other course open。 And though the flesh may be weak； sir； in my case； yet none can have proved better to the Holy Office how willing is the spirit！〃
And so Eustace departed； and ere another sun had set； he had gone to the principal of the Jesuits； told him his whole heart； or as much of it； poor wretch； as he dare tell to himself； and entreated to be allowed to finish his novitiate； and enter the order； on the understanding that he was to be sent at once back to Europe； or anywhere else； 〃Otherwise；〃 as he said frankly； 〃he should go mad； even if he were not mad already。〃 The Jesuit； who was a kindly man enough； went to the Holy Office； and settled all with the Inquisitors； recounting to them； to set him above all suspicion； Eustace's past valiant services to the Church。 His testimony was no longer needed； he left Cartagena for Nombre that very night； and sailed the next week I know not whither。
I say； I know not whither。 Eustace Leigh vanishes henceforth from these pages。 He may have ended as General of his Order。 He may have worn out his years in some tropic forest； 〃conquering the souls〃 （including； of course； the bodies） of Indians； he may have gone back to his old work in England； and been the very Ballard who was hanged and quartered three years afterwards for his share in Babington's villainous conspiracy： I know not。 This book is a history of men；of men's virtues and sins； victories and defeats； and Eustace is a man no longer： he is become a thing； a tool； a Jesuit； which goes only where it is sent； and does good or evil indifferently as it is bid； which； by an act of moral suicide； has lost its soul； in the hope of saving it； without a will； a conscience； a responsibility （as it fancies）； to God or man； but only to 〃The Society。〃 In a word； Eustace； as he says himself； is 〃dead。〃 Twice dead； I fear。 Let the dead bury their dead。 We have no more concern with Eustace Leigh。
CHAPTER XXIII
THE BANKS OF THE META
〃My mariners； Souls that have toil'd； and wrought； and thought with me Death closes all： but something ere the end； Some work of noble note； may yet be done； Not unbecoming men that strove with gods！〃
TENNYSON'S Ulysses。
Nearly three years are past and gone since that little band had knelt at evensong beneath the giant tree of Guayrayears of seeming blank； through which they are to be tracked only by scattered notes and mis…spelt names。 Through untrodden hills and forests； over a space of some eight hundred miles in length by four hundred in breadth； they had been seeking for the Golden City； and they had sought in vain。 They had sought it along the wooded banks of the Orinoco； and beyond the roaring foam…world of Maypures； and on the upper waters of the mighty Amazon。 They had gone up the streams even into Peru itself； and had trodden the cinchona groves of Loxa； ignorant； as all the world was then； of their healing virtues。 They had seen the virgin snows of Chimborazo towering white above the thundercloud； and the giant cone of Cotopaxi blackening in its sullen wrath； before the fiery streams rolled down its sides。 Foiled in their search at the back of the Andes； they had turned eastward once more； and plunged from the alpine cliffs into 〃the green and misty ocean of the Montana。〃 Slowly and painfully they had worked their way northward again； along the eastern foot of the inland Cordillera； and now they were bivouacking； as it seems； upon one of the many feeders of the Meta； which flow down from the Suma Paz into the forest…covered plains。 There they sat； their watch…fires glittering on the stream； beneath the shadow of enormous trees； Amyas and Cary； Brimblecombe； Yeo； and the Indian lad； who has followed them in all their wanderings； alive and well： but as far as ever from Manoa； and its fairy lake； and golden palaces； and all the wonders of the Indian's tale。 Again and again in their wanderings they had heard faint rumors of its existence； and started off in some fresh direction； to meet only a fresh disappointment； and hope deferred； which maketh sick the heart。
There they sit at lastfour…and…forty men out of the eighty…four who left the tree of Guayra：where are the rest？
〃Their bones are scatter'd far and wide； By mount； by stream； and sea。〃
Drew； the master； lies on the banks of the Rio Negro； and five brave fellows by him； slain in fight by the poisoned arrows of the Indians； in a vain attempt to penetrate the mountain…gorges of the Parima。 Two more lie amid the valleys of the Andes； frozen to death by the fierce slaty hail which sweeps down from the condor's eyrie； four more were drowned at one of the rapids of the Orinoco； five or six more wounded men are left behind at another rapid among friendly Indians； to be recovered when they can be： perhaps never。 Fever； snakes； jaguars； alligators； cannibal fish； electric eels； have thinned their ranks month by month； and of their march through the primeval wilderness no track remains； except those lonely graves。
And there the survivors sit； beside the silent stream； beneath the tropic moon； sun…dried and lean； but strong and bold as ever； with the quiet fire of English courage burning undimmed in every eye； and the genial smile of English mirth fresh on every lip； making a jest of danger and a sport of toil； as cheerily as when they sailed over the bar of Bideford； in days which seem to belong to some antenatal life。 Their beards have grown down upon their breasts； their long hair is knotted on their heads； like women's； to keep off the burning sunshine； their leggings are of the skin of the delicate Guazu…puti deer； their shirts are patched with Indian cotton web； the spoils of jaguar； puma； and ape hang from their shoulders。 Their ammunition is long since spent； their muskets； spoilt by the perpetual vapor…bath of the steaming woods； are left behind as useless in a cave by some cataract of the Orinoco： but their swords are bright and terrible as ever； and they carry bows of a strength which no Indian arm can bend； and arrows pointed with the remnants of their armor； many of them； too； are armed with the pocuna or blowgun of the Indiansmore deadly； because more silent； than the firearms which they have left behind them。 So they have wandered； and so they will wander still； the lords of the forest and its beasts； terrible to all hostile Indians； but kindly； just； and generous to all who will deal faithfully with them； and many a smooth…chinned Carib and Ature； Solimo and Guahiba； recounts with wonder and admiration the righteousness of the bearded heroes； who proclaimed themselves the deadly foes of the faithless and murderous Spaniard； and spoke to them of the great and good queen beyond the seas； who would send her warriors to deliver and avenge the oppressed Indian。
The men are sl