The Armada Legacy

Chapter Fifty-Six

Tupaq wore a grave expression as Ben walked into the hut. Waskar, the red commander, and a circle of warriors sat around him. Ben could see something was up.

Pepe was worried about his role as interpreter. ‘I wish the preacher was here, but it looks like this can’t wait.’

‘Do your best,’ Ben said. He listened as Tupaq began to speak, then waited for Pepe’s hesitant translation.

‘Uh, he says his people are being killed. Says pretty soon they’ll all be gone.’

‘Ask him why he’s telling me this,’ Ben said.

Pepe interpreted. Tupaq looked earnestly at Ben and said a few more words. A glow of excitement appeared in Pepe’s eyes. ‘He says you killed White Knife. Says you can understand this enemy. You can help the Sapaki fight them.’

Ben was silent for a moment, then shook his head. ‘Tell him I understand his problems. But this isn’t my fight. I have other responsibilities. Tell him I’m sorry. That’s just how it is.’

‘That’s fucked up, man,’ Pepe said. ‘That doesn’t come from him, it comes from me. These people, they need help. They’re all gonna die if someone doesn’t—’

‘Just tell him what I said,’ Ben said flatly.

Tupaq listened to Pepe without a flicker of expression. His reply was brief.

‘What did he say?’ Ben asked.

‘So be it. You can go.’

Ben left Tupaq’s hut feeling bad. He hadn’t walked five paces when Nico appeared from the shadows of a neighbouring hut. ‘Hey. So I hear you’re leaving, huh?’

Ben nodded. ‘Just as soon as Brooke’s able to travel.’

‘I’m happy for you, man. You got what you wanted.’

Ben could see the bitterness in Nico’s smile. ‘I haven’t forgotten why you’re here,’ he said. ‘I did my best to help you. I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay,’ Nico said.

‘So what are you going to do now?’

‘Serrato’s still out there,’ Nico said. ‘I told you I ain’t going to give up. I meant what I said.’

‘You take care.’

‘Sure. You too, amigo.’

They shook hands.

And that was when they heard the cries of distress from the edge of the village.

‘What the hell?’ Nico said.

‘Something’s happening.’ Ben took off at a run through the village. Nico hobbled after him. ‘Whoa, wait!’

The commotion grew louder as Ben reached the little winding track that led towards the river. He saw a group of Sapaki armed with bows and arrows. It looked as though they’d been out night-hunting, but they hadn’t come home bearing quarry for the village.

Staggering up the path in their midst, leaning heavily on them for support, was the bloodied and torn figure of Padraig Scally.

Ben and Nico helped the Sapaki men to carry him back towards the village. By now, the word had spread and more people were coming running. Ben and the others lowered him gently onto a bed of blankets that some of the women brought for him to lie on. The priest was so spent with exhaustion that he could barely speak. His clothes were filthy and soaking wet, his legs and torso running with blood where thorns had lacerated him.

‘What happened?’ Ben asked. ‘Where are the others?’

‘We were attacked on the way to San Tomás,’ Scally croaked. ‘On the river. Armed men in fast boats. They shot Uchu. He’s … he’s dead.’

There was a cry from the growing crowd of distressed Sapaki people. A tribeswoman burst into tears as the meaning of the words ‘Uchu’ and ‘dead’ hit home. Uchu’s mother, Ben guessed. A number of other women led her away, howling.

‘Take it easy,’ Ben said as the priest burst into a fit of coughing. ‘Fetch some water,’ he told Pepe, who’d appeared at his side with Nico. Brooke had heard the commotion and was hovering at the back of the crowd, trying to hear over the Indians’ wails of anguish and shouts of anger.

‘Our boat overturned,’ Father Scally gasped when he’d sipped some water from a cup. ‘I managed to swim to the bank, hid in the reeds. I looked back and saw the bastards pulling Rumi and Chaska up out of the water. They were both alive. I climbed up on the bank. Nobody saw me. I just ran and ran.’ He screwed his eyes shut in torment. ‘I should have tried to save them. I should have done something …’

‘They’d have caught you, or shot you too,’ Ben said. ‘You did the only thing you could. How many of them were there?’

‘I don’t know,’ the priest groaned. ‘Dozens. They weren’t regular troops. Maybe a drug gang, though the Lord knows what they were doing so far upriver. Their leader was—’

‘A man in a suit?’ Nico growled. ‘Black hair, early forties?’

Scally nodded.

‘Serrato,’ Nico said.