From wrist to wrist of Caonabo went a bright, short chain.

The sun glittered upon the bracelets and the links.

I do not know--there was for a moment--something in the sound of the bell, something in the gleam of the manacles, that sent out faint pity and horror and choking laughter.
All to the Viceroy's house, and Don Alonso sitting with Christopherus Columbus, and Caonabo brought to stand before them.

Indians make much of indifferent behavior, taunting calm, when taken.

It is a point of honor, meeting death so, even when, as often befalls, their death is a slow and hard one.