I had taken a bad blow to the leg, but I killed the chief who was
carrying the flag, pulled it from his body and spurred my horse on,
trampling and killing and slaughtering more men than there are
numbers—but badly wounded, with three arrows in me and a gash from a
lance in my left shoulder which had me in great pain—until at last I
reached our own lines and fell from my horse.
So writes Antonio or Alonso Díaz, aka Catalina de Erauso, a young woman who, in 1600 at the age of 15, ran away from a convent in Basque Spain, cut her hair, and spent most of the rest of her life as a man: http://theappendix.net/issues/2013/4/open-source-lieutenant-nun
No comments:
Post a Comment