man. Recalde, De Leyva, Oquendo, and other officers
were sent for to the
San Martin to consult.
Oquendo came last. ‘Ah, Senor Oquendo,’
said the Duke as the heroic Biscayan stepped on board,
‘que haremos?’ (what shall we do?) ‘Let
your Excellency bid load the guns again,’ was
Oquendo’s gallant answer. It could not be.
De Leyva himself said that the men would not fight
the English again. Florez advised surrender.
The Duke wavered. It was said that a boat was
actually lowered to go off to Howard and make terms,
and that Oquendo swore that if the boat left the
San
Martin on such an errand he would fling Florez
into the sea. Oquendo’s advice would have,
perhaps, been the safest if the Duke could have taken
it. There were still seventy ships in the Armada
little hurt. The English were ‘bragging,’
as Drake said, and in no condition themselves for
another serious engagement. But the temper of
the entire fleet made a courageous course impossible.
There was but one Oquendo. Discipline was gone.
The soldiers in their desperation had taken the command
out of the hands of the seamen. Officers and men
alike abandoned hope, and, with no human prospect
of salvation left to them, they flung themselves on
their knees upon the decks and prayed the Almighty
to have pity on them. But two weeks were gone
since they had knelt on those same decks on the first
sight of the English shore to thank Him for having
brought them so far on an enterprise so glorious.
Two weeks; and what weeks! Wrecked, torn by cannon
shot, ten thousand of them dead or dying—for
this was the estimated loss by battle—the
survivors could now but pray to be delivered from a
miserable death by the elements. In cyclones
the wind often changes suddenly back from north-west
to west, from west to south. At that moment, as
if in answer to their petition, one of these sudden
shifts of wind saved them from the immediate peril.
The gale backed round to S.S.W., and ceased to press
them on the shoals. They could ease their sheets,
draw off into open water, and steer a course up the
middle of the North Sea.
So only that they went north, Drake was content to
leave them unmolested. Once away into the high
latitudes they might go where they would. Neither
Howard nor he, in the low state of their own magazines,
desired any unnecessary fighting. If the Armada
turned back they must close with it. If it held
its present course they must follow it till they could
be assured it would communicate no more for that summer
with the Prince of Parma. Drake thought they
would perhaps make for the Baltic or some port in
Norway. They would meet no hospitable reception
from either Swedes or Danes, but they would probably
try. One only imminent danger remained to be
provided against. If they turned into the Forth,
it was still possible for the Spaniards to redeem their
defeat, and even yet shake Elizabeth’s throne.
Among the many plans which had been formed for the
invasion of England, a landing in Scotland had long