For though it might well chance that death had put us out of each other's reach, I half thought to see de Garcia among the number of the conquerors.

Such a quest as theirs, with its promise of blood, and gold, and rapine, would certainly commend itself to his evil heart should it be in his power to join it, and a strange instinct told me that he was NOT dead.

But neither dead nor living was he among those men who entered Mexico that day.
That night I saw Guatemoc and asked him how things went.
'Well for the kite that roosts in the dove's nest,' he answered with a bitter laugh, 'but very ill for the dove.

Montezuma, my uncle, has been cooing yonder,' and he pointed to the palace of Axa, 'and the captain of the Teules has cooed in answer, but though he tried to hide it, I could hear the hawk's shriek in his pigeon's note.

Ere long there will be merry doings in Tenoctitlan.' He was right.