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Maria Gonzalez
Nickie Fleming
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“Where have you come from?”
Manuel’s voice did not sound
too friendly as he looked at his wife. She had obviously bathed, and was now
tidying her hair. She smiled at him. Although her clothes were drying fast,
they still showed the curves of her body. He had to look away. The way the
cloth clung to her breasts…
“There’s a brook a bit
further” she told him. “I could not resist freshening up. The water is so
lovely! I’ve soaked my clothes as well.”
“You’re foolish, Maria! You
don’t know the dangers of this forest! Besides, what must the men be thinking?”
Now she laughed aloud. “They
are all busy setting up the tents, like you ordered. Rest assured, they won’t
be looking at me!”
“How many times do I have to
tell you not to leave the company of the others?” he went on, not hearing what
she said. “I don’t want it, Maria!”
“Are you afraid that
something might happen to me?” she asked, inwardly smiling at his show of
feelings.
It was his pleasure to
answer Maria. “Of course! I could not bear to lose you, mi cielo!”
“Neither would I.” She went
over and kissed him full on the lips. “Not much longer now, cariño…”
He answered her kiss with
another one, but then she tore herself free.
“Let’s eat first. Travelling
sharpens the appetite!”
The Indians had angled up
some fish and were now roasting them, wrapped in banana leaves, over a
smothered fire of leaves and fine branches. It was not a fish they had eaten
before, but the meat was white and firm and had a good taste.
“They call this fish
piranha,” the Padre mentioned. “I believe the Tupi Indians in Brazil use that
word too.” He had taken a lively interest in the heathen Indians. He even spoke
some words of their language. This came in useful, he had once told Maria, as
his aim was to convert these believers in the ancient Aztec gods to
Catholicism.
“I was told that a piranha
was a very small fish, which eats meat. Commandante Muñoz advised me never to
put my hand into the water of any stream, because the piranha’s could snap off
my fingers!” Miguel said.
“That’s true enough” the
Padre agreed. “It appears though that there are various kind of piranha. The
bigger fish are excellent food, as we can all tell from experience!”
They finished their evening
meal with a cup of red wine, which they had brought along. Not much later most
of the men retired to the tents to sleep.
Miguel and Maria remained by
the fire for a while longer. Being responsible for his soldiers, the captain
had to make sure that everything was in order and that the guards on night
watch had been posted. When he was satisfied, he took his wife by the hand.
“Let’s go to bed, mi
esposa.”
As soon as he had closed the
flap of the tent, he flashed his white teeth. “You made me a promise, madam!
Are you ready to make good of your word?”
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