An hour later the troop rode off, and the people stole back to bury their dead among the ashes of what had been their homes.

I went to Saragossa after reading the funeral service over them.

I saw Tesse and told him of the scene I had witnessed, and demanded vengeance.

He laughed in my face.

Senor, I persisted, and he got angry and told me that, were it not for my cloth, he would hang me from the steeple.