Judge, then, what chance there is of escape, Teule.' 'Little indeed,' I said, 'and yet I know a road.

If I kill myself, they cannot kill me.' 'Nay,' she answered hastily, 'what shall that avail you?
While you live you may hope, but once dead, you are dead for ever.

Also if you must die, it is best that you should die by the hand of the priest.

Believe me, though the end is horrible,' and she shuddered, 'it is almost painless, so they say, and very swift.

They will not torture you, that we have saved you, Guatemoc and I, though at first they wished thus to honour the god more particularly on this great day.' 'O Teule,' Otomie went on, seating herself by me on the bed, and taking my hand, 'think no more of these brief terrors, but look beyond them.
Is it so hard a thing to die, and swiftly?
We all must die, to-day, or to-night, or the next day, it matters little when--and your faith, like ours, teaches that beyond the grave is endless blessedness.