Re: The Dark Amazon
"The Cross went to him," Hornsby said, nodding at Brother Clary. "Tis the way of such things of power. But how may it return to him, when time is so short now ?" It was clearly bothering him, and Hawksmoore was smirking at this.
"I should like to begin at the beginning," the Captain said, with a heavy sigh, and a frown. "Once upon a time, there was a ship, by title The Diana. Twas a good sailing vessel, a brig new-made in Portsmouth. It had a crew of good men and true, and it sailed to the New World in the year of 1525, to take up a cargo of gold and emeralds."
"And black gold," Hawksmoore chipped in, with the air of having heard this story so many times he knew it by heart.
"Aye. Twas so. But it fell afoul of pyrates, who took it as a prize. Some of the slaves spoke of a magical fountain, where one's youth could be nigh everlasting, and of a parlous journey that could be made by the stalwart, to this place. They said this to gain their freedom, and the pyrate Captain was man of his word, though his honour might be tarnished, and freed them. Upon the vessel was a man much skilled in the ways of maps, and a map was made from what the natives said of the way to the fountain. He took the vows of the pyrates and went with their crew, as did a Spanish dog on the Diana, one de Vega. A pact was made to seek this fountain, for the freed slaves leapt overboard and became pink dolphins, so we knew there was much to this matter.
"The journey began up the river, past the small village of Manaus, for it was no more than that then, and into the jungle. There the travellers met with the tribe that guards the way, the Lupino, and with one who fought the demons, a Spanish padre of great mein and manner, bearing the cross that choses its keeper. To make the story brief..... There was indeed a fountain. The way to it is most parlous hard, and what guards the fountain, and be raised from it when it is drawn from....even worse."
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