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An Indigenous Hero
Chapter III
‘We will not pay any tribute’ Gaitana sent a message out to the other tribes.
It had been almost a week since the attack on the Yalcón. Pedro had received no message, despite sending men over every day. At first, they refused to speak, returning his messengers back to him. Then they sent back only their heads.
Pedro studied the maps and grit his teeth. There was no way these savages could fight back against his forces, and yet they refused to pay tribute. He had planned on avoiding direct conflict, but now there was no other choice.
But when he thought of war, his heart shook, the coward he was. He would have to ask Sebastián to lend him his soldiers, and he didn’t think the man with the moustache would be happy.
No, he would go in with just a few men, his strongest. Clearly, the Yalcón didn’t know he could crush them. One day they would surely give up.
Gaitana saw Pedro coming in the distance, and she lit the fire. Smoke poured into the sky, and the warriors in the distance saw the signal.
Pedro rode towards the Gaitana. He was so focussed on her, so determined to look brave, that he didn’t dare look at the hillsides around him.
‘Señor Pedro...’
‘Silence!’ he hissed.
He was going to do this right. He was going to solve this without murder. The savages only needed to listen.
Meanwhile, the warriors from all the surrounding tribes — the Pijaos, the Panaes, the Pamaos — crawled down the hillsides and through the forests like snakes. But Pedro only saw Gaitana, saw her laughing, until it was too late and the enemies had surrounded them.
They captured Pedro and his men, and dragged them to face the Gaitana.
‘I d-don’t understand!’ said Pedro, sweating more salt than there was in the Atlantic Ocean. ‘I thought the tribes fought amongst each other!’
‘We did,’ said Gaitana, ‘until you took Timanco. You lit a fire within me. I am no mere chief of the tribe. I lead all the tribes.’
And it was true. All around them, tribespeople from the whole region had gathered.
‘You don’t have to pay the tribute,’ said Pedro, his eyes jumping around to the frightening men and women. They had strong, thin bodies, and their spears were sharp. ‘If you let us go.’
Gaitana patted Pedro on the shoulder, but she did not smile.
‘You really are a stupid man.’
That night, Pedro discovered that the legends about the Yalcón people were all true. For crawling into her camp like snakes, Gaitana pulled out his eyes. For taking her son away, her precious boy, she killed him.
Then, to show a message to the other Spaniards, she tied a rope around his jaw and attached it to her horse. For days, she rode around, dragging Pedro behind her, to show all the people what happened to those who challenged Gaitana.
Sebastián was furious since he sent his men to attack the Yalcóns, in the name of the King of Spain. But Gaitana’s words were true, and she led her warriors as if they were her own fingers, pushing the Spaniards out like flies.
Eventually, Sebastián gave up, and Pedro died, a coward, almost 5000 miles from his home in Spain.
THE END
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