'Where is de Garcia--he whom you name Sarceda ?' 'Sarceda?
I don't know.

A minute ago he was on his back on the causeway.
The fellow pulled me down and rolled behind me.

Let me be I say.

I am not Sarceda, and if I were, is this a time to settle private quarrels?
I am your comrade, Bernal Diaz.

Holy Mother! who are you?
An Aztec who speaks Castilian ?' 'I am no Aztec,' I answered.