Puntan Dos Amantes
Long ago when the Spanish still ruled the island of Guam, an event
happened which brought deep sorrow to a powerful family and reminded
the Spaniards, of fierce pride, that one should never fail to listen
to the human heart.
In old Agana, there lived a proud family. The father was a Spanish
aristocrat and the mother was a Chamorro of noble blood. Although
the land they owned and the position they held were reason enough for
thier dignity and pride, their finest possession was their only
daughter. She had the kind of beauty which is seldom seen. She was
more than beautiful, for her modesty was so genuine and her charm so
natural that her beauty shone outward to all around her. She was
sought after by boys and men, and although she smiled on all, young
and old, ugly and handsome, her innocence protected her from
misunderstanding and harm.
One day, a self-assured gallant, three times her age, came to court
her. As a captain in the service of the King of Spain, he was well
recieved by the girl's ambitious father, who was flattered that a
grandee would pay his daughter so much honor. From the first visit,
the opinionated father decided that the captain would be his
However, the daughter in no way encouraged the suitor, and the vain
captain did not seem conscious that she could have no interest in him.
Sure of himself, he pressed his courtship, certain that she could not
resist him for long.
When the father saw that she continued to hold off the captain with
cool courtesy, he made it clear to his daughter that he intended to
marry her off to the grandee. Lowering her eyes in respect and
humility, she said nothing. But her father's unloving sterness pained
her deeply. When he told her that he knew what was best for her
future, she wanted to please him and abide by his wishes, but her
womanly instinct compelled her to confess, "I feel nothing for the
good captain." The father, annoyed, reminded her of her duty to her
parents. Meekly she asked, "I already have one good father. Do I need
another in so old a husband?"
The father, angered because she had questioned his judgement, warned
her that she should obey or he would send her away from her home
forever to learn the meaning of obedience in a convent in distant
Spain. Crying, she ran to her mother who told her daughter she must
resign herself to her father's will. Felling wretched, the girl
wandered along the shore as the sea soothed her with it's silence and
The girl wanted to be a good daughter and was frightened at the
thought of being sent away from her beloved island for the rest of her
life. She was torn, too, by a yearning to be married to a boy of her
own choosing. A man who would make their life together a lovely dream.
But she had beheld him only in her heart. Alone and unhappy, she
wandered on the high peninsula overlooking Tumon Bay, the vast ocean
thrashing below. There, against the setting sun, sat a young man, lost
in his own solitary thoughts. His gentle eyes seemed to be studying a
lonely star, asking it what life should be. She saw that he, too, was
seeking. She felt as if she had found the boy of her dreams.
When he became aware of her gaze upon him, he turned toward her. He
awed by her beauty, and she sensed that he, somehow, felt her sadness
He got up and slowly came to her. His hand touched her shoulder to
comfort her, and she knew then that he would always understand. Before
the last rays of the sun vanished and the night stars fully appeared,
they learned the meaning of love.
That evening the girl returned home. She now had a real reason for
resisting the captain's unwanted advances. However, that night the
officer, dazzled by the new flush in her cheeks, grew more persistent
and ardent than even before. His words, so clever and grandiloquent at
dinner, became empty and unkind when, in the hallway, she fled his hot
embrace. His impatience and anger showed that he did not know what
true gentleness was.
Alone in her room, the bright girl realized that the captain wanted
her as he did the fine horse he rode on festive days. With a sinking
heart, she saw that her father was giving her away like a piece of
land to a vain, powerful man to gain hisfavor at court. While she
reasoned this, the captain downstairs decided to force the issue
before he left. He demanded the girl's hand in marriage and the
father willingly consented. At once he summoned the girl from her
bed to announce his decision. His daughter's crestfallen face went
pale. He patted her, assuring the girl she would be happy and her
future would be secured.
She would have yeilded to tears, but her pride made her dare to tell
the truth in true Castilian style.
"I do not--I do not love the captain. I cannot--I shall never be his
Emabarrased and furious at his daughter's disobedience, he ordered,
"You CAN--and you SHALL."
She would learn to kiss his hand in respect and reverence. The weeping
girl, humiliated by her father's command, ran upstairs to her mother
and told her what had happened. the mother, a dutiful wife who had
learned early to bow to her husband's will, if not to his wisdom,
tried to convince her daughter all would be well.
"You will love the captain one day--out of love for your mother and
father," her mother said.
Between tears of joy, the girl admitted to her mother that she had
fallen in love with the boy she had met that evening on the heights.
The mother shook her head at the news while she rocked her child in
her arms, but she bowed to her daughters's passion. She would tell
her husband that his daughter was in love with a young fisherman who
could read the stars.
The mother went at once, but the haughty father forbade her to speak
women's nonsense. Besides, how could he go back on his word to the
grandee now? He would never permit his daughter, greatest prize of all
his possessions, to waste her life on a poor nobody. Hesitantly, the
mother went back and told her daughter what the father had said.
the next morning the father announced the date of the marriage feast
to his silent child. As she listened to her father's practical reasons
for the match, she understood for the first time the Spanish way--the
cruelty in it's greatness, the heartlessness in it's empire, and the
pride and the resignation it demanded. Before it's great, dark power
over her tiny life, she felt small and lost.