Otomie, you would have died with me, and you saved my life by your wit in calling on the Spaniards.

Henceforth it is yours, for there is no other woman in the world so tender and so brave, and I say it again, Otomie, my wife, I love you.

Our blood has mingled on the stone of sacrifice and there we kissed; let these be our marriage rites.

Perhaps I have not long to live, but till I die I am yours, Otomie my wife.' Thus I spoke from the fulness of my heart, for my strength and courage were shattered, horror and loneliness had taken hold of me.

But two things were left to me in the world, my trust in Providence and the love of this woman, who had dared so much for me.