How long this interchange of solemn compliments, of which Amyas was getting somewhat weary, would have gone on, I know not; but at that moment Raleigh entered hastily—
“My lord, they have hung out a white flag, and are calling for a parley!”
The Spaniard turned pale, and felt for his sword, which was gone; and then, with a bitter laugh, murmured to himself—“As I expected.”
“I am very sorry to hear it. Would to Heaven they had simply fought it out!” said Lord Grey, half to himself; and then, “Go, Captain Raleigh, and answer them that (saving this gentleman's presence) the laws of war forbid a parley with any who are leagued with rebels against their lawful sovereign.”
“But what if they wish to treat for this gentleman's ransom?”
“For their own, more likely,” said the Spaniard; “but tell them, on my part, senor, that Don Guzman refuses to be ransomed; and will return to no camp where the commanding officer, unable to infect his captains with his own cowardice, dishonors them against their will.”
“You speak sharply, senor,” said Winter, after Raleigh had gone out.
“I have reason, Senor Admiral, as you will find, I fear, erelong.”
“We shall have the honor of leaving you here, for the present, sir, as Admiral Winter's guest,” said the lord deputy.
“But not my sword, it seems.”