By Arturo Perez-Reverte
This was once a time while Spain was once respected, feared, and hated within the easterly seas; whilst the satan had no colour, no identify, and no flag; and whilst the one factor had to summon hell on the earth (or sea) used to be a Spaniard and his sword.
followed by means of his devoted foster son, Íñigo, Captain Alatriste accepts a task as a mercenary aboard a Spanish galleon. The send units sail from Naples on a trip that might take them to a few of the main remote-and wretched-outposts of the empire: Morocco, Algeria, and eventually to Malta for a gorgeous and bloody conflict at the excessive seas that would problem even the battle-hardened Alatriste's get to the bottom of.
Now seventeen, Íñigo is nearly able to depart Alatriste, his foster father and fellow soldier. yet will age and event deliver knowledge, or is he prone to repeat lots of his mentor's blunders?
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And so the El Escorial affair had brought us only enough to balance our accounts. In short, having done our work, we had been left without a maravedi in our purses, but were relieved not to have ended up in prison or six feet under in an unmarked grave. The catchpoles led by the lieutenant of constables Martin Saldana — who was recovering from a serious wound inflicted by my master — kept well away from us, and Captain Alatriste was finally able to walk the streets without always having to look over his shoulder.
What did not end up in the hands of Genoan bankers was stolen by the Dutch and English — Devil take 'em — in the western seas. Flanders and the Indies were the apples of our royal eyes, and our old African enterprise, once so dear to the Catholic kings and to the great Emperor Charles V, was scorned by Philip IV and his favourite, the Count-Duke of Olivares. Indeed, many satirical verses were written on the subject: It surely matters not a toss If far Melilla's deemed a loss, And do not let yourself be vexed Should it turn out that Ceuta's next Bring on the flags of Barbary!
We surveyed the landscape post-battle: the two ships still locked together, disembowelled bodies sprawled among the benches, the prisoners and the dying, the men trying to climb on board despite the threat of pike and harquebus, and our comrades brazenly plundering the galliot. The easterly breeze dried the Turkish blood on our hands and faces. 'Right, let's see if there are any spoils to be had,' sighed Alatriste. 'Spoils' was what we called the booty from a ship, but this time there was almost nothing.
Pirates of the Levant (Captain Alatriste, Book 6) by Arturo Perez-Reverte