'Senorita Maria,' the Alcalde began, 'Don Ramiro is an attorney for the audiencia. He wishes to question you about your statement concerning the seizure of the Santo Rosario..' He handed the sheet of paper across to the lawyer who took it and began to read aloud. Occasionally he looked up at Maria to make sure that she was paying attention.
Maria listened with her eyes fixed on the floor and her hands demurely clasped in front of her. Hector recalled that this was exactly how she had stood and looked when he saw her on the day he had gone onto the Santo Rosario with the boarding party. He even recollected how he had noticed on that day how small and neat her hands were. With a pang, he also remembered exactly how it had felt when she placed her hand on his shoulder and steadied herself as she climbed across the thwart of the little fishing boat.
The attorney continued with his dry, punctilious reading, pausing between the sentences. Despite his inner turmoil, Hector had to admire Maria's memory for detail and the accuracy of her testimony. She described Trinity's slow, innocent-seeming approach in the wake of Santo Rosario, and the moment that Captain Lopez had become suspicious. She made no mention of the death of Lopez because, by the time he was shot, she and her mistress had been sent away to the safety of the locked cabin. Her description resumed at the point that she had heard the boarding party attempting to open the door of the cabin and she and Dona Juana had stepped out to confront Hector, Ringrose and the others.
The fiscal reached the end of his narration and looked up at Maria. 'You provided this deposition?' he asked.
'I did,' Maria answered. Her voice so low as to be barely audible.
'Is it accurate?'
'Yes.'
'And no violence was shown to your mistress or yourself, then or at any other time?' 'No.'
'Nothing was stolen or pillaged from you?'
'Dona Juana handed her jewellery and other valuables to the pirates before they made any demands. She wished to forestall any excuse for violence.'
'And that was all that was taken from you and your mistress during this piracy?'
'That is correct.'
The attorney placed the deposition on the table, picked up his pen, and made a note at the foot of the page.
'Senorita,' he said. 'You have heard your statement read out to this gathering and agreed to its authenticity. I would be grateful if you would sign it.'
Maria crossed to the table and, taking the pen held out to her by the fiscal, she signed the deposition. The lawyer set the document neatly on top of the other sheets of paper before him, squaring up the pile with his fingertips. There was something about that little gesture, its air of finality, that alerted Hector. It appeared that the attorney had made up his mind about something significant.
'I have no further questions,' said the lawyer.
'Maria, you may now leave,' said the Alcalde, his voice formal.
Hector watched the young woman walk to the door, and he tried to memorise the moment for he had a premonition that he might never see Maria again. Until she passed from view, he still hoped that Maria might perhaps glance in his direction. But she left the room without a backward glance.
'Capitan, do you have any observations to make?' The Alcalde's truculent voice broke into Hector's thoughts. The judge was looking towards Peralta.
The Spanish captain leaned back in his chair and surveyed Hector for several seconds before he spoke.
'Young man, when we met on the beach at La Serena I gave you a warning. I said that you and your piratical band would not be so lucky next time they came ashore. The events at Arica proved me correct. Only one thing drives your people — insatiable greed. Can you give me any reason why they can be trusted to honour any agreement we might make?'
'Captain Peralta,' Hector answered, standing a little straighter. 'I can give no guarantee. The decisions of our company are made by general vote. But I can say this — and with your seagoing experience you will know that I speak the truth — we have been in the South Sea now for well over a year. Many of the men are looking forward to returning to their homes. I believe that they are in a majority.'
'And what about Dona Juana? We have been told that she is unharmed and that she cooperated in the matter of handing over her valuables. If we agree to the exchange, we expect her to continue to be treated with the respect due to a lady of her quality.'
'Captain Sharpe has already made her welfare a priority,' Hector assured him.
Peralta looked towards the Alcalde, and Hector had the feeling that an unspoken message had passed between them when Peralta continued.
'Your Excellency, I recommend that we agree to an exchange but make sure of Dona Juana's well-being.'
'How can that be done?'
'Send this young man back to his ship. Let him take the pilot with him. That will be the first part of our bargain. The second part will be honoured only after the pirates have brought the Santo Rosario within range of our shore cannon. We will send out an inspection party and if they find the lady onboard and unharmed, we will despatch a supply boat with the stores they require.'
'Isn't that taking a risk? Surely the pirates will sail away the moment they have a pilot, and not wait for the stores.'
'Speaking as a seaman, I would say that the intruders' vessel needs a thorough refit. The ship has been operating in hostile waters for so long that her rig will be worn out. There will be an acute shortage of rope and canvas. If her crew are contemplating a voyage out of the South Sea, those stores could mean the difference between foundering and survival.'
'Thank you for your contribution, Capitan,' said the Alcalde, and once again Hector had the feeling that something was left unsaid. 'I would be obliged if you could select a suitable pilot and also draw up a list of appropriate ship's stores. Enough to encourage the pirates to leave our waters, but no more. If the fiscal has no objection, I will make an order for the material to be released from the royal dockyard without delay. I wish to be rid of these bandits, and I am sure that Dona Juana does not want to spend a moment longer in their company.'
The pilot provided by Captain Peralta turned out to be a small, wiry man whose expression of distaste on meeting Hector made his feelings obvious.
'I hope your ship handles well in bad weather?' he grumbled as he stepped aboard the fishing boat waiting at the quay. It was the same vessel that had brought Hector and Maria ashore.
'Trinity's crew know their business,' Hector replied. He had been half-hoping that Maria would be sent to rejoin her mistress. But the pilot had arrived alone.
'They'll need to,' retorted the little man waspishly. "Where we're going the weather turns nasty very quickly.'
'You must be very familiar with that part of the coast,' said Hector, anxious to please.
'Enough to know that I wouldn't chose to go there if I had a choice in the matter.'
'I imagine the Alcalde can be persuasive.'
'Someone tipped him off that my last ship had a slimy waterline when we came into harbour.'
'What's a slimy waterline got to do with it?'
'It meant that she was riding higher than when we left our last official port of call. I was accused of stopping on the way to Paita and offloading cargo without paying import duty.'