Araucania The Indomitable - III, Fiton's Cave

During the course of the war an exploring party of Spaniards had been
sent to bring a report of the chances of success to an expedition for
recovering the coast-line of the Araucanian province. Time passed on,
and the party failing to return, great anxiety was felt as to their
fate by the Christians; at last some of the bravest volunteered to go
and look after them in various directions, and as great caution was
necessary, it was agreed the volunteers should go out separately,
travelling by night, and keeping themselves concealed by day. It
was a perilous enterprize, and Don Alonzo de Ercilla, who was always
foremost at any brave deed, was the first to offer himself; and he
gives us the following account of an adventure that befell him.

He was making his way through a wild brake, helped by the scanty light
of the moon, when he found himself on the edge of a steep descent
leading to a vast plain; a narrow path cut the steep, down which a
tall, lank native of great age was threading his way. His back was
bowed, he was so feeble that he trembled as he walked, and his legs
were so fleshless that they looked like dry roots of trees. Don Ercilla
advanced to offer his assistance down the rugged descent, and thought
at the same time to gather some information of his missing friends,
or as to the best means of tracing them. No sooner, however, was the
old man conscious of his approach, than, darting into another path
at a sharp angle with the first, he turned and fled up the steep side
faster than a hunted deer. Don Ercilla spurred his horse, and thought
to overtake him easily, but in a moment he was out of sight, neither
was it possible for a stranger to find his way so as to proceed with
any rapidity over the overgrown crag. Giving up the pursuit, he came
at last to the bottom of the declivity, where the stream Rauco flowed
turbulently, its course being closed in by sharp rocks on both sides;
but a little way down it, on the near bank, was a grove of shady
trees, and under them an antelope grazing. The sight reminded him
he had once dreamt that this meeting an antelope should be a sign
of something important to befall him, so, rejoicing at the incident,
he made his way up to the gentle beast.

The antelope had been feeding undisturbed by the sound of the rushing
torrent, but no sooner became conscious of a man's presence than,
leaving the verdant pasture, she struck wildly into a steep and narrow
path, dashing through briar and jungle and close-grown trees; wherever
she led, however, Don Ercilla followed, though he had need to spur
his horse hard to keep up with her. At last she brought him in sight
of a poor little hut, piled up at the foot of an ancient oak. At the
sound of their hasty steps an old man came out, to whom, panting,
the antelope approached as for protection. The old man tenderly
stroked her reeking sides, and then, addressing Don Ercilla, asked
him what fate or misadventure had brought him to his remote retreat,
which strangers' steps had never yet found out. "If," he said,
"you have had the misfortune to get separated from your company,
you will find welcome here, and all that my humble roof can offer to
restore strength; and fear nothing from your enemies while you are
under my protection."

Finding him so affable and pleasant, Don Ercilla gave him his
confidence, and not only told him his errand, but also opened to
him a wish he had long harboured of visiting the cave of Fiton,
the great Araucanian Wizard. The kind old man, without waiting so
much as to answer him, took his hand, and at once leaving his seat
set out to lead him. It was the season of early summer, and, as the
sun was by this time well risen, they picked their way through the
shadiest paths. As they went along, the old man spoke thus:--

"My lands were in Araucania. I am called Guaticolo the Unhappy, who, in
my robust years, was a valiant fighting man, and in office predecessor
to Colócolo. Seven several times have I led our people on to victory
on the battle-field, and a thousand times have my now hairless temples
been girt with the tokens of success. But as in this life no state is
permanent, so fortune was inconstant to me also. After success came
defeat; after honour, shame. At Aynavillo I had the misfortune to be
loser in a wagered contest, on which my position had been set. Finding
myself burdened with a dishonoured life, I could devise no better end
to it than to bury myself in this retreat, where, for twenty years,
no mortal foot has tracked me; and by strange help it is, I ween,
that you have been brought so far; who am I, therefore, to resist the
direction you have received from above? How intractable soever Fiton
may be, I will urge the claims of relationship, as he is my uncle,
and thus induce him to admit you.

"He dwells in the heart of a bleak mountain where the glad sun never
penetrates, and whence the foot of man is shut out. But his wisdom and
power are so great that he can by his one word perform any of nature's
operations. In the blazing heat and dazzling light of noonday he can
cover the heavens with the darkness of night. When the sky is one even
blue, without assistance of wind or clouds, he can draw rain from a
barren heaven. He can arrest the course of the bounding rivers, and of
the birds in the midst of their flight. The burnt-up grasses of August
at his word raise their withered blades, and resume their verdant hues;
the tides of the sea obey his voice, and forget the commands of the
moon. And, much more than all this, he can tell the destinies of men,
and foresee the fate of nations. It would be impossible for words of
mine to overstate his mighty and irresistible power."

While he had been speaking they had passed through a long tract of
forest, where the trees grew so thickly, and were so encumbered
with brushwood, that Don Ercilla was obliged to tie his horse up
and proceed on foot. At last they reached a low opening in a rock,
through which was a long dark passage, where they could hardly walk
upright, and at the end of it a door garnished all round with heads
of wild beasts. Guaticolo opened the door, and led Don Ercilla by the
hand into a spacious vault, in the centre of which burnt a strange and
perpetual light; in the walls of the cave were cut many stone shelves,
on which were ranged jars of ointments, essences, and herbs. There were
preserved the far-piercing eyes of the lynx and that of the venomous
basilisk; red gore of angry men, and foam from the mouth of rabid dogs;
parts of the wing of the harpy, the venom of the amphisbena, and the
tail of the treacherous asp, which gives death wrapt up in a pleasant
dream; mould off a truncated head unworthy of burial, and the tongue
of the horrid hemorreo, whose puncture can never be staunched, but
whosoever it wounds must bleed to death. In a huge transparent vase
was a griffin's heart, pierced through with an arrow, and the ashes
of an eastern phoenix. Stings of serpents, and tails of scorpions,
and whatsoever is deadly and venomous in nature.

While Don Ercilla was engaged in examining this strange repertory,
a hidden door gave entrance to a lean old man, whom he at once
recognized for him who had run away from him with such exceeding
rapidity, who said,--

"It is no little boldness in you, so young, to have dared to come thus
unbidden to my presence, and to pursue me in my occult habitation,
where it is not permitted to foot of man to tread; nevertheless,
as I know all things, I know that in your heart you mean no harm,
therefore I allow you to live, and will now listen to your intent."

Then Guaticolo took upon himself to explain his errand for him in a
long speech, in which he commenced by lauding the wizard's influence,
then detailed Don Ercilla's fame, and finally told him of his dream,
in which he had learnt that he might gain from Fiton supernatural
information of the fate of the contest in which his Spanish brethren
in arms were at the time engaged with the Turks in Europe.

Fiton, in great good humour with Guaticolo's dexterously-administered
flattery, took Don Ercilla by the hand, and led him through the
secret door by which he had himself entered. It opened into a very
different apartment from the other. No mortal tongue could describe
its beauty and costliness; the floor was paved with crystal tiles
all lustrous with cunning radiance, while the roof was studded with
brilliant stones, so that the whole place sparkled with dazzling
splendour. Supported on pillars of shining gold a hundred statues
of heroes were ranged round the room, so life-like in design that
a deaf man might have thought they spoke. On the broad medallions
behind were pictured forth the valiant deeds of each, displaying the
designer's acquaintance with the history of all nations.

In the midst of the spacious hall, which measured half a mile every
way, swung a globe of light, balanced in the air by supernatural power.

When Don Ercilla had spent some time examining all these wonders,
Fiton came to him, and, with his wand pointing to the globe of light,
explained to him that it contained an epitome of the world, and had
cost him forty years of labour; but contained the representation of
all that was happening, or ever would happen, in any part or time
of the world. "And," he added, "as it seems you are a poet, whose
business it is to chronicle the great deeds of the fighting men of
your country, and you have already celebrated their achievements by
land, I will now show you what they are doing at sea."

Then he touched the bright globe with his wand, and Don Ercilla saw it
represented the world with all its parts delineated, and all the people
on it seen as clearly as he might have seen his own face in a mirror.

Then Fiton pointed to the Mediterranean sea, and conducted his eyes
to that part of it which washes the Ausonian shore, and he saw
it was all covered with galleys bearing the devices of the Pope, and
Philip II., and the Venetian Republic; and from the port of Lepanto
there came out to meet them the galleys of the Crescent. Then with a
hoarse and terrible voice, Fiton invoked the infernal powers, crying,
"O terrible Can-Cerberus, Charon, weary boatman, yellow Orcus, and
irresistible Pluto! O chilly Styx, O lake Avernus, O seething waters
of Acheron, Lethe, Cocytus, and ruddy Phlegethon! O Furies who with
relentless cruelty torment the souls of the lost, and Gorgons, whose
hair of wriggling snakes the shades tremble as they behold! compelled
by my all-powerful word, afford to this earth-born youth a clear
vision of the work now accomplishing in the waters of Lepanto." As
he spoke he frantically waved his wand.

Then behold, the waters of the sea boiled over, and the sterile
north-east wind rounding the white sails, the rival fleets were tossed
in sudden motion, the gallant Spanish vessels bearing down proudly on
the Pagan galleys. Mighty warriors were there, whose names and deeds
of fame were borne in characters of flame around their brows; many,
whom he had known as companions of his own in childhood, now bronzed
with the hardships of many a bold campaign. Suddenly the signal of the
fight resounded, and then the Christian hosts, following the sign of
their redemption, poured down with resistless ardour on their Pagan
foes. With breathless interest Don Ercilla watched the fortunes of
his friends, shouted to them--so present was the scene--to bear them
bravely, nor waver in their courage. For hours the fight raged, and
many a brave servant of Christ fell deadly wounded into the deep waves,
and tinged the blue waters with his generous blood. Don Ercilla wept
and exulted by turns, as, one after another, he saw dear friends lost
to him for ever in this life, and yet the Christian arms prevailing
inch by inch, till at last, successful and triumphant, they swept the
encroaching Turk from the face of the sea, inflicting an irreparable
wound on his power, and setting a bound to his aggressions which he
might not pass.