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T H R E E<br />
They left Mexico City as soon as it was light enough to see. Consuela and Rose rode in an<br />
old-fashioned traveling-coach shaped like a tea-cup and slung on lea<strong>the</strong>r straps that made it sway like a<br />
ship in a gale, while January rode beside <strong>the</strong>m, surrounded by an armed assortment <strong>of</strong> male servants and<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>oundly thankful not to be in <strong>the</strong> heaving coach itself. Though Rose had evidently been deemed<br />
sufficiently respectable to play dame de compagnie to a lady going to <strong>the</strong> home <strong>of</strong> her fa<strong>the</strong>r-ei<strong>the</strong>r that,<br />
or Doña Gertrudis, like John Dillard, objected to riding in a coach with los negros-both women were<br />
accompanied by <strong>the</strong>ir maids.<br />
"Of course Rose must have a maid," Consuela had declared after siesta yesterday while supper was<br />
being laid on <strong>the</strong> table. "Your Padre Cesario was absolutely right. And you, Señor Enero, must have a<br />
valet." To January's protest that it would not be possible to locate servants <strong>of</strong> any kind-much less reliable<br />
ones-before departing for Mictlán in <strong>the</strong> morning, Consuela had replied with an airy wave <strong>of</strong> her hand<br />
and <strong>the</strong> words "We will leave that to Sancho. Sancho is my footman and he knows everyone in town. He<br />
will get you servants."<br />
He had, too. For Rose, <strong>the</strong> wiry, ra<strong>the</strong>r wolfish Sancho had located-and vouched for-a slim, dark<br />
zamba girl named Zama, and for January he had produced a lea<strong>the</strong>ry, silent, elderly Yaqui Indian called<br />
Cristobál. At a reale apiece a week, with shabby livery thrown in from <strong>the</strong> trunks in Consuela's<br />
box-room, it was a cheap enough means <strong>of</strong> establishing <strong>the</strong>ir credentials among <strong>the</strong> respectable: January<br />
was amused to see that while Cristobál fitted silently in among Consuela's mounted henchmen,<br />
Consuela's mestizo maid Pepita looked down her nose at <strong>the</strong> darker-skinned Zama and refused to share<br />
<strong>the</strong> same carriage-seat with her.<br />
He wondered how he and Rose would have fared on this journey had <strong>the</strong>y not-through a strange chain<br />
<strong>of</strong> luck and circumstance <strong>the</strong> previous summer-stumbled upon a moderate-sized pirate cache in <strong>the</strong><br />
bayous near <strong>the</strong> home <strong>of</strong> Rose's white relatives, in <strong>the</strong> swamplands south <strong>of</strong> New Orleans. Perhaps, as all<br />
<strong>the</strong> saints attested, money could not buy happiness, but it certainly made <strong>the</strong> misery attendant on being<br />
born <strong>of</strong> African parentage in Louisiana much easier to deal with.<br />
So <strong>the</strong>y rode out <strong>of</strong> Mexico City like lords, with servants and a coach, as <strong>the</strong> flower-sellers were<br />
gliding into <strong>the</strong> town on <strong>the</strong>ir barges covered with poppies, singing strange songs in <strong>the</strong> old Nahuatl<br />
tongue.<br />
Within a few miles <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn causeway, January better understood how his friend<br />
could be held prisoner in a private home fifteen miles from <strong>the</strong> largest city in <strong>the</strong> Western Hemisphere.<br />
Once away from <strong>the</strong> city and <strong>the</strong> lakes that surrounded it, <strong>the</strong> deforested land was utterly desolate.<br />
Across <strong>the</strong> chewed green mantle <strong>of</strong> what remained <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rainy season's grasses, cattle wandered at will,<br />
save where horrific hedges <strong>of</strong> cactus kept <strong>the</strong>m out <strong>of</strong> dusty village cornfields. Sopilotes circled lazily in<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky. Brush-choked gullies slashed <strong>the</strong> earth that <strong>the</strong> coach had to descend, rattling in every joint and<br />
trace, <strong>the</strong>n heave free <strong>of</strong> again; with all his heart January pitied <strong>the</strong> women inside. Sometimes he would<br />
glimpse riders, half-seen in clouds <strong>of</strong> yellow dust. Free rancheros, probably, who held small farms along<br />
<strong>the</strong> few stingy watercourses, or <strong>the</strong> vaqueros <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wealthy cattlemen in short jackets and lea<strong>the</strong>r<br />
knee-breeches unbuttoned halfway up to <strong>the</strong> thigh, <strong>the</strong>ir long hair tied in silk kerchiefs beneath<br />
low-crowned lea<strong>the</strong>r hats. But <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m made January's heart quicken with dread as he recalled<br />
<strong>the</strong> bandits in <strong>the</strong> pass: as he recalled Rose kneeling in <strong>the</strong> overturned coach, with blood staining her<br />
dress.