Therefore I forgot my troth and clung to her as a child clings to its mother.

Doubtless it was wrong, but I will be bold to say that few men so placed would have acted otherwise.

Moreover, I could not take back the fateful words that I had spoken on the stone of sacrifice.

When I said them I was expecting death indeed, but to renounce them now that its shadow was lifted from me, if only for a little while, would have been the act of a coward.

For good or evil I had given myself to Montezuma's daughter, and I must abide by it or be shamed.