although I had to obey my orders, nothing mattered more to me than that I should one day see her again.
‘I do not believe you. You will never return.’
‘You must believe me.’
‘No, no. Only remember me. It is not safe for you to stay.’ She turned towards the hut, and fetched a gourd filled with her best criollo cacao beans.
‘Take these, and think of me.’
I had nothing to give her in return, no token of my love.
It was as if I no longer knew who I was.
She looked at me sadly.
‘A princess was left to guard a secret treasure while her husband was away. Enemy soldiers came. They attacked and tortured her, but she did not say where the treasure lay.’
‘This will not happen to you …’
‘Then the soldiers killed her …’
‘No.’
‘Our people say that the cacao plant grew from her blood in the earth.’
She handed me the gourd in which the beans were held.
‘The treasure of the fruit is in the seeds; as bitter as the sufferings of love, as strong as virtue, as red as blood.’
Now she handed me the silver molinillo .
‘Go safely.’
‘I will return.’
‘The city will be destroyed. There will be nothing left.’
‘What will you do?’
‘If I have nothing then I will go to Chiapas. If you come back, you may find me there. I know the people.’
I looked into her eyes.
‘Wherever you are, I will find you.’
Ignacia took a gold bangle from her arm, and placed it round my wrist. It was as if she was stripping everything away from herself and giving it to me. ‘The world is larger than you think.’
‘But not large enough for the love we have.’
I had become so well versed in the practice of courtship that now, when I felt more than I had ever felt before, Icould not describe my emotions. Everything that I wanted to say seemed as if it came from the Libro de Buen Amor .
‘You have so many words …’ she said.
‘And all are true. What can I say to make you believe me?’
‘That love never tires.’
She looked at me as if she truly believed that she would never see me again. Her voice was filled with the expectation of disappointment, now fulfilled.
‘I am no longer myself when I am with you,’ I said softly, ‘for you have changed me. I am only afraid that something might happen, some terrible disaster which might prevent us seeing each other again, and this I cannot bear …’
‘You must not be afraid of death. One day you will know that we only come to dream; we only come to sleep. That is one of our songs. It is not true, it is not true that we come to live on earth …’
Pedro barked, urging me to return to the boat, and I leaned forward to try and kiss Ignacia once more.
‘Wait …’ She broke off, and turned to fetch a small container from the hut.
‘Drink this when you begin your voyage home.’
‘What is it?’
‘My gift to you. Drink it if you truly think we love each other.’
‘Is it chocolatl ?’
‘There are other spices. Drink it as you leave this country, and trust me to do the same.’
‘I will drink it now.’
‘No. It is better for our luck to drink it when we are apart. If you plan to return it will help you.’
‘I will return. I promise.’
‘You have sworn?’
‘I have sworn.’
‘Then let us trust each other. If you are alive then I am alive. Never cease in your search of me.’
We kissed, as if for the last time, as if I might have no other future beyond this moment and my life would be suspended until I saw her again.
‘Quien bien ama tarde olvida . He who loves truly forgets slowly.’
Ignacia held me to her.
‘Say it.’
‘Quien bien ama tarde olvida,’ I repeated.
She rested her hands on my shoulders, and looked into my eyes.
‘Love me. Never forget me. Never doubt me.’
‘I will always love you.’
‘Remember the love we have, however long we are apart.’
We kissed until we could not stand the sorrow any more.
I turned to walk away and then ran, with Pedro ahead, away from the glade to