Chapter Chapter 37 · Chapter XXXVII

His Excellency

"I Want to talk with that young man," said his Excellency to an

aide. "He has aroused all my interest."

"They have already gone to look for him, General. But here is a young

man from Manila who insists on being introduced. We told him that

your Excellency had no time for interviews, that you had not come

to give audiences, but to see the town and the procession, and he

answered that your Excellency always has time to dispense justice--"

His Excellency turned to the alcalde in wonder. "If I am not mistaken,"

said the latter with a slight bow, "he is the young man who this

morning had a quarrel with Padre Damaso over the sermon."

"Still another? Has this friar set himself to stir up the whole

province or does he think that he governs here? Show the young man

in." His Excellency paced nervously from one end of the sala to

the other.

In the hall were gathered various Spaniards mingled with soldiers

and officials of San Diego and neighboring towns, standing in groups

conversing or disputing. There were also to be seen all the friars,

with the exception of Padre Damaso, and they wanted to go in to pay

their respects to his Excellency.

"His Excellency the Captain-General begs your Reverences to wait a

moment," said the aide. "Come in, young man!" The Manilan who had

confounded Greek with Tagalog entered the room pale and trembling.

All were filled with surprise; surely his Excellency must be greatly

irritated to dare to make the friars wait! Padre Sibyla remarked,

"I haven't anything to say to him, I'm wasting my time here."

"I say the same," added an Augustinian. "Shall we go?"

"Wouldn't it be better that we find out how he stands?" asked Padre

Salvi. "We should avoid a scandal, and should be able to remind him

of his duties toward--religion."

"Your Reverences may enter, if you so desire," said the aide as

he ushered out the youth who did not understand Greek and whose

countenance was now beaming with satisfaction.

Fray Sibyla entered first, Padre Salvi, Padre Martin, and the other

priests following. They all made respectful bows with the exception

of Padre Sibyla, who even in bending preserved a certain air of

superiority. Padre Salvi on the other hand almost doubled himself

over the girdle.

"Which of your Reverences is Padre Damaso?" asked the Captain-General

without any preliminary greeting, neither asking them to be seated nor

inquiring about their health nor addressing them with the flattering

speeches to which such important personages are accustomed.

"Padre Damaso is not here among us, sir," replied Fray Sibyla in the

same dry tone as that used by his Excellency.

"Your Excellency's servant is in bed sick," added Padre Salvi

humbly. "After having the pleasure of welcoming you and of informing

ourselves concerning your Excellency's health, as is the duty of all

good subjects of the King and of every person of culture, we have

come in the name of the respected servant of your Excellency who has

had the misfortune--"

"Oh!" interrupted the Captain-General, twirling a chair about on one

leg and smiling nervously, "if all the servants of my Excellency were

like his Reverence, Padre Damaso, I should prefer myself to serve

my Excellency!"

The reverend gentlemen, who were standing up physically, did so

mentally at this interruption.

"Won't your Reverences be seated?" he added after a brief pause,

moderating his tone a little.

Capitan Tiago here appeared in full dress, walking on tiptoe and

leading by the hand Maria Clara, who entered timidly and with

hesitation. Still she bowed gracefully and ceremoniously.

"Is this young lady your daughter?" asked the Captain-General in

surprise.

"And your Excellency's, General," answered Capitan Tiago

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The alcalde and the aides opened their eyes wide, but his Excellency

lost none of his gravity as he took the girl's hand and said affably,

"Happy are the fathers who have daughters like you, señorita! I have

heard you spoken of with respect and admiration and have wanted to

see you and thank you for your beautiful action of this afternoon. I

am informed of _everything_ and when I make my report to his Majesty's

government I shall not forget your noble conduct. Meanwhile, permit me

to thank you in the name of his Majesty, the King, whom I represent

here and who loves _peace and tranquillity_ in his loyal subjects,

and for myself, a father who has daughters of your age, and to propose

a reward for you."

"Sir--" answered the trembling Maria Clara.

His Excellency guessed what she wanted to say, and so continued:

"It is well, señorita, that you are at peace with your conscience and

content with the good opinion of your fellow-countrymen, with the

faith which is its own best reward and beyond which we should not

aspire. But you must not deprive me of an opportunity to show that

if Justice knows how to punish she also knows how to reward and that

she is not always _blind!_" The italicized words were all spoken in

a loud and significant tone.

"Señor Don Juan Crisostomo Ibarra awaits the orders of your

Excellency!" announced the aide in a loud voice.

Maria Clara shuddered.

"Ah!" exclaimed the Captain-General. "Allow me, señorita, to express

my desire to see you again before leaving the town, as I still have

some very important things to say to you. Señor Alcalde, you will

accompany me during the walk which I wish to take after the conference

that I will hold alone with Señor Ibarra."

"Your Excellency will permit us to inform you," began Padre Salvi

humbly, "that Señor Ibarra is excommunicated."

His Excellency cut short this speech, saying, "I am happy that I have

only to regret the condition of Padre Damaso, for whom I _sincerely_

desire a _complete_ recovery, since at his age _a voyage to Spain_

on account of his health may not be very agreeable. But that depends

on him! Meanwhile, may God preserve the health of your Reverences!"

"And so much depends on him," murmured Padre Salvi as they

retired. "We'll see who makes that voyage soonest!" remarked another

Franciscan.

"I shall leave at once," declared the indignant Padre Sibyla.

"And we shall go back to our province," said the Augustinians. Neither

the Dominican nor the Augustinians could endure the thought that they

had been so coldly received on a Franciscan's account.

In the hall they met Ibarra, their amphitryon of a few hours before,

but no greetings were exchanged, only looks that said many things. But

when the friars had withdrawn the alcalde greeted him familiarly,

although the entrance of the aide looking for the young man left

no time for conversation. In the doorway he met Maria Clara; their

looks also said many things but quite different from what the friars'

eyes had expressed.

Ibarra was dressed in deep mourning, but presented himself serenely

and made a profound bow, even though the visit of the friars had not

appeared to him to be a good augury. The Captain-General advanced

toward him several steps.

"I take pleasure, Señor Ibarra, in shaking your hand. Permit me to

receive you in all confidence." His Excellency examined the youth

with marked satisfaction.

"Sir, such kindness--"

"Your surprise offends me, signifying as it does that you had not

expected to be well received. That is casting a doubt on my sense

of justice!"

"A cordial reception, sir, for an insignificant subject of his Majesty

like myself is not justice but a favor."

"Good, good," exclaimed his Excellency, seating himself and waving

Ibarra to a chair. "Let us enjoy a brief period of frankness. I am

very well satisfied with your conduct and have already recommended

you to his Majesty for a decoration on account of your philanthropic

idea of erecting a schoolhouse. If you had let me know, I would have

attended the ceremony with pleasure, and perhaps might have prevented

a disagreeable incident."

"It seemed to me such a small matter," answered the youth, "that I

did not think it worth while troubling your Excellency with it in the

midst of your numerous cares. Besides, my duty was to apply first to

the chief authority of my province."

His Excellency nodded with a satisfied air and went on in an even more

familiar tone: "In regard to the trouble you're had with Padre Damaso,

don't hold any fear or rancor, for they won't touch a hair of your head

while I govern the islands. As for the excommunication, I'll speak

to the Archbishop, since it is necessary for us to adjust ourselves

to circumstances. Here we can't laugh at such things in public as we

can in the Peninsula and in enlightened Europe. Nevertheless, be more

prudent in the future. You have placed yourself in opposition to the

religious orders, who must be respected on account of their influence

and their wealth. But I will protect you, for I like good sons,

I like to see them honor the memory of their fathers. I loved mine,

and, as God lives, I don't know what I would have done in your place!"

Then, changing the subject of conversation quickly, he asked, "I'm

told that you have just returned from Europe; were you in Madrid?"

"Yes, sir, several months."

"Perhaps you heard my family spoken of?"

"Your Excellency had just left when I had the honor of being introduced

to your family."

"How is it, then, that you came without bringing any recommendations

to me?"

"Sir," replied Ibarra with a bow, "because I did not come direct from

Spain and because I have heard your Excellency so well spoken of that

I thought a letter of recommendation might not only be valueless but

even offensive; all Filipinos are recommended to you."

A smile played about the old soldier's lips and he replied slowly, as

though measuring and weighing his words, "You flatter me by thinking

so, and--so it ought to be. Nevertheless, young man, you must know

what burdens weigh upon our shoulders here in the Philippines. Here

we, old soldiers, have to do and to be everything: King, Minister of

State, of War, of Justice, of Finance, of Agriculture, and of all

the rest. The worst part of it too is that in every matter we have

to consult the distant mother country, which accepts or rejects our

proposals according to circumstances there--and at times blindly. As we

Spaniards say, 'He who attempts many things succeeds in none.' Besides,

we generally come here knowing little about the country and leave

it when we begin to get acquainted with it. With you I can be frank,

for it would be useless to try to be otherwise. Even in Spain, where

each department has its own minister, born and reared in the locality,

where there are a press and a public opinion, where the opposition

frankly opens the eyes of the government and keeps it informed,

everything moves along imperfectly and defectively; thus it is a

miracle that here things are not completely topsyturvy in the lack

of these safeguards, and having to live and work under the shadow

of a most powerful opposition. Good intentions are not lacking to

us, the governing powers, but we find ourselves obliged to avail

ourselves of the eyes and arms of others whom ordinarily we do not

know and who perhaps, instead of serving their country, serve only

their own private interests. This is not our fault but the fault

of circumstances--the friars aid us not a little in getting along,

but they are not sufficient. You have aroused my interest and it is

my desire that the imperfections of our present system of government

be of no hindrance to you. I cannot look after everybody nor can

everybody come to me. Can I be of service to you in any way? Have

you no request to make?"

Ibarra reflected a moment before he answered. "Sir, my dearest wish

is the happiness of my country, a happiness which I desire to see

owed to the mother country and to the efforts of my fellow-citizens,

the two united by the eternal bonds of common aspirations and common

interests. What I would request can only be given by the government

after years of unceasing toil and after the introduction of definite

reforms."

His Excellency gazed at him for a few seconds with a searching look,

which Ibarra sustained with naturalness. "You are the first man that

I've talked to in this country!" he finally exclaimed, extending

his hand.

"Your Excellency has seen only those who drag themselves about in the

city; you have not visited the slandered huts of our towns or your

Excellency would have been able to see real men, if to be a man it

is sufficient to have a generous heart and simple customs."

The Captain-General rose and began to walk back and forth in the

room. "Señor Ibarra," he exclaimed, pausing suddenly, and the young man

also rose, "perhaps within a month I shall leave. Your education and

your mode of thinking are not for this country. Sell what you have,

pack your trunk, and come with me to Europe; the climate there will

be more agreeable to you."

"I shall always while I live preserve the memory of your Excellency's

kindness," replied Ibarra with emotion, "but I must remain in this

country where my fathers have lived."

"Where they have died you might say with more exactness! Believe

me, perhaps I know your country better than you yourself do. Ah,

now I remember," he exclaimed with a change of tone, "you are going

to marry an adorable young woman and I'm detaining you here! Go, go

to her, and that you may have greater freedom send her father to me,"

this with a smile. "Don't forget, though, that I want you to accompany

me in my walk."

Ibarra bowed and withdrew. His Excellency then called to his

aide. "I'm satisfied," he said, slapping the latter lightly on the

shoulder. "Today I've seen for the first time how it is possible for

one to be a good Spaniard without ceasing to be a good Filipino and

to love his country. Today I showed their Reverences that we are not

all puppets of theirs. This young man gave me the opportunity and I

shall soon have settled all my accounts with the friars. It's a pity

that some day or other this young man--But call the alcalde."

The alcalde presented himself immediately. As he entered, the

Captain-General said to him, "Señor Alcalde, in order to avoid any

repetition of _scenes_ such as you _witnessed_ this afternoon, scenes

that I regret, as they _hurt the prestige_ of the government and of

all good Spaniards, allow me to recommend to your _especial_ care

Señor Ibarra, so that you may afford him means for carrying out his

patriotic intentions and also that in the future you prevent his being

molested by persons of any class whatsoever, under any pretext at all."

The alcalde understood the reprimand and bowed to conceal his

confusion.

"Have the same order communicated to the alferez who commands in the

district here. Also, investigate whether that gentleman has affairs

of his own that are not sanctioned by the regulations. I've heard

more than one complaint in regard to that."

Capitan Tiago presented himself stiff and formal. "Don Santiago," said

his Excellency in an affable tone, "a little while ago I felicitated

you on the happiness of having a daughter such as the Señorita de los

Santos; now let me congratulate you on your future son-in-law. The

most virtuous of daughters is certainly worthy of the best citizen of

the Philippines. Is it permitted to know when the wedding will occur?"

"Sir!" stammered Capitan Tiago, wiping the perspiration from his

forehead.

"Come now, I see that there is nothing definitely arranged. If persons

are lacking to stand up with them, I shall take the greatest pleasure

in being one of them. That's for the purpose of ridding myself of the

feeling of disgust which the many weddings I've heretofore taken part

in have given me," he added, turning to the alcalde.

"Yes, sir," answered Capitan Tiago with a smile that would move

to pity.

Ibarra almost ran in search of Maria Clara--he had so many things

to tell her. Hearing merry voices in one of the rooms, he knocked

lightly on the door.

"Who's there?" asked the voice of Maria Clara.

"I!"

The voices became hushed and the door--did not open.

"It's I, may I come in?" called the young man, his heart beating

violently.

The silence continued. Then light footsteps approached the door and the

merry voice of Sinang murmured through the keyhole, "Crisostomo, we're

going to the theater tonight. Write what you have to say to Maria."

The footsteps retreated again as rapidly as they approached.

"What does this mean?" murmured Ibarra thoughtfully as he retired

slowly from the door.