“Black birds tend to like shiny things.” ~ The Bloody Raven
I found this from a Canadian Ebay Seller costing me far less in shipping and avoiding the gauntlet of various tax hungry Canadian Border Services. Judging from the selection it was ‘Previously loved’ by an eastern Stacker that may have needed the cash in light of the Chinese Covid pandemic.
It shows considerable handling complete with bag marks but I love this piece as it has the big hefty feel .
No need for a capsule. I love the feel of this coin in the raw.
I wanted this particular coin as a part of a type set and beef up my Mexican Silver Stack at the same time.
Sister Teresa D’Mordecai: Part 9 – A demon haunts this Cemetery
There was no need to conceal the assault, a bugle sounds the order to reform ranks to what was the last chance to take all the treasure and stop this revolution in it’s tracks.
The line of Cavalry trot cautiously through the withering flames, more precious time wasted before the rebel forces come to the General’s aid.
“Un-blind the horses!” The Masked Officer cursed as the infantry tries to reform their assault and maneuver his cavalry around his troops. “Damned this narrow cemetery road!” Once clear he hesitated long enough for his Cavalry to consolidate back into a column of twos. Before he could issue the command to charge a large black mass flies close with a ferocious snarl spooking the horses and almost throwing the officer and his junior off.
“What was…Carlos, did you see that!”
Lieutenant Vincente Guerrero watches the approach of the enemy cavalry, “Fall back to the last wagon!” He makes the order as their position was no longer effective in defending when they charge through the center. The few remaining rebels brake off and run for their final position. Guerrero slowly steps backwards away from the front line. He could see the cavalry preparing to charge but hesitating when something unexplainable startles the horses buying precious seconds, he took it as a good omen, “General we must fall back!”
Meanwhile José beats off one more solder then desperately searches the around the first wagon, “Teresa where are you?” The darkness and chaos made it difficult to identify anyone. The enemy troops regroup to follow after the Cavalry.
Guerrero recognizes the impending danger of the tactic and urged the general again, “José!”
His Lance mate gripped his lance nervously and replied, “I…I … don’t know my Capitan I think a demon haunts this cemetery!”
The Masked officer shrugs the chill off and levels his lance, “It’s gone now!” His eyes turn from his Lance mate and focused upon the opening between the wagons. “Follow me, AVANTE!”
“Six rounds left.” Argénta stepped into the gap and fired one two at the knees of the two lead horses. Both horses whined before crashing into the ground between the wagons throwing their riders face first onto the road. She instantly holstered her spent pistols and drew her remaining pair.
Once more firing once, and then twice, two more riders fall from their mounts as they try to circle around their fallen comrades. Argénta turned to Jose and echoed Vincente’s warning, “General Morelos! Leave her and retreat!” She again turned to face the front line with the enemy cavalry still trying to funnel through between the wagons and thrashing horses. Her pistols spat fire once again.
Two more horses fall in the gap blocking the remaining enemy cavalry from coming through. She started to follow Vincente to their last line defense.
“Excellent, it will buy us more time.” Vincente then queries Argénta, “When did the Order of St Angeléasta teach their Nuns how to shoot so well?” He didn’t have much opportunity to ponder whether a Nun’s strength comes from raw courage or faith. “Look out Sister!”
The Masked officer remained still, but his co-Lancer still gets up somewhat groggy thrusts his lance at the Argénta. She steers his lance aside with her left pistol. Her right pistol emerges a hidden dagger blade and plunged into this throat just above the breast plate, a melee weapon of last resort.
He grasped his throat and gurgles before collapsing to the ground.
Argénta crossed her pistols above the dying man and uttered, “Dimittat vobis peccata vestra dico autem Deus non, amen.”
Royalist infantry emerged en mass atop of the front line wagons, “Look out! Run!” cried Vincente. Their rifles thundered as José, Argénta and Vincente all turn to flee to find cover behind the last wagon. Argénta shrieks as a musket round tears into the back of her right calf and stumbles onto the road. Vincente stops in his tracks, returns to the stricken Nun. He lifts her in his arms and runs as musket fire whiz past them until they find refuge behind the last wagon.
Yes, it’s the Bonus coin feature
I was intending to send this to my Sister @silversaver888, but recently got one.
From behind the wagon all eyes turn to their General, his thoughts were clearly of Sister Teresa. The General looked into their faces, “Death ground she said, I will fight to the end, I will not surrender.”
There was a commotion among the Royalists as they manage to pull away one of the treasure laden wagons. Then quiet. Peering from over their cover it seems everything was darker with the moon providing the only illumination of the cemetery and hand torches sprinkled over the enemy’s position. The angelic statues and tombstones had an eerie luminescence. The air became colder than usual and the sound of distant raven mourning.
Then there was a horrible pitched scream of a solder being attacked followed by a brief silence. Then another place in the cemetery a man begged, “¡Ayuadame! ¡Ayuadame!” Before that voice was silenced as well. The Royalists began to huddle together to those with torches, seeing things, seeing shadow creature among them then disappear. Men on the periphery of the company scream and disappear into the dark. An officer was found torn apart. His eyes frozen open in terror. Another scrawled a warning message on a tombstone in his own blood before dying, Vampira
Oreaga took over command of the remaining cavalry and infantry, “Secure that wagon to our rear!” With one treasure wagon safe Major Colonel Oreaga surveyed the battle. Some of hIs men began fleeing passed him to the rear. Panic has set in. The men were frightened as if they have seen a ghost, their fighting spirit broken. In the distance he could see a mass of torches approaching the south entrance to the cemetery. It was too late to secure the second wagon and losses too great to justify further risk. The Rebel army is coming.
The remaining cavalry formed aside the major Colonel as the dying light of the broken burning oil lamps lingered casting a glow to Oreaga’s face. The Major Colonel tips his hat to the survivors, “I commend you General Morelos for a well fought battle but I now must take my leave, and Gracias for my third of the Treasure, until our next battle ha ha ha!”
The thunder of horses roar passed the survivors, Lieutenant Guadalupe Victoria leads his Cavalry and immediately forms a front facing the Royalist officer. “Draw swords and lances!”
“You win General Morelos, we will withdraw, Adios!” Oreaga ignores Lieutenant Victoria’s sneer as he wipes his nose with a kerchief. Oreaga turned his horse and rode up the moonlit road. His Royalist cavalry and remaining infantry follow in behind him.
General Morelos shoulders his way between his horsemen when the masked Officer began to stir back to consciousness. Morelos tears the kerchief from the officer’s bruised face, “Lieutenant Rodriguez Sabastian Lopez so you are our Traitor!”
Lopez began to giggle in spite of his predicament, “You will lose this war José, heh heh, It is hopeless when can’t pay for the arms shipment now! The Viceroy still has another army that crush your pathetic army of peasants!”
Vincente shoulders up to Jose and hands José a loaded pistol.
General Morelos’ glum expression telegraphed his reluctance to do what must be done with captured spies, “I am sorry my old friend.”
Lopez’s eyes turned defiant, “Long live King Ferdinand! And death to….”
A solitary shot rang throughout the cemetery, then all is quiet.
“One less share to pay out,” Oreaga holds out his kerchief and drops it to the ground then jogs his horse to quicken it’s pace.
Previous chapters of Sister Teresa D’Mordecai;
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“Et lux in tenebris to serve laboro, sum sicarius” “I work in the shadows to serve the Light, I am an Assassin”