mes, Grabiel Gonzalez, and Altra. I circled about
the fort with the galley, fighting with a good deal of skirmishing,
and the galliot doing the same on the other side, so that we had the
fort between us. On my side the troops landed not a hundred paces from
the fort, on which, on the side toward the aforesaid lake, they had
already closed in, and which they had reached as well as on our side,
where a very large cavalier was under construction, although they had
not yet finished the enclosure. The enemy were so brave that although,
by keeping their fleet within the lake, they might have gone away
two nights before without losing anything, not only would they not
do so, but they even ran the whole fleet on land, excepting one ship,
using that as a bridge to pass from the cavalier to the fort.

That very night they cried out to us, telling Captain Don Juan
Pacho to have a care and not come to fight them, "because we are all
Terrenatans, and you are Castilians and Tanpacans." Although they
might have been safe in their fort, and not have lost it unless they
sold themselves very dearly, most of them went out into the open
country to reconnoiter and there commenced to fight with the land
troops. These acted so courageously and so quickly that the enemy
had no time to prepare before they had come upon them in front; and
when they wished to go back to the fort they could not do so at all,
for the artillery of my galley, which was moored quite near, cut
off their road with _lenternas_ [grenades?] and balls. Our men kept
coming forward without giving way in any part, gained the cavalier,
and by the bridge that the enemy had provided passed on to the
fort, and won it with all the artillery, altogether in less than an
hour. They took the whole fleet, of which we were in much need, and
ten pieces of fairly good artillery and more than fifty arquebuses,
although most of these were thrown away by the friendly Indians. There
were killed there on this occasion more than eighty Moros, among
them the commander of their forces, who was an uncle of the king of
Terrenate, and was named Cachil Baba, together with other cachils [6]
and chiefs. Of those who fled many were wounded, most of whom died,
as was afterward seen, in the marshes and mountains. One band of more
than fifty Moros--some being wounded, among these a cachil--made an
attempt to pass to the other side of the river, thinking that from
there they might escape; but, as the river i