I strove to follow him that I might find my enemy, who once more had escaped me by craft, but my strength failed me, for de Garcia's sword had bitten deep and I bled much.

So I must sit where I was till a canoe came and bore me back to Otomie to be nursed, and ten days went by before I could walk again.
This was my share in the victory of the noche triste.

Alas! it was a barren triumph, though more than five hundred of the Spaniards were slain and thousands of their allies.

For there was no warlike skill or discipline among the Aztecs, and instead of following the Spaniards till not one of them remained alive, they stayed to plunder the dead and drag away the living to sacrifice.

Also this day of revenge was a sad one to Otomie, seeing that two of her brothers, Montezuma's sons whom the Spaniards held in hostage, perished with them in the fray.
As for de Garcia I could not learn what had become of him, nor whether he was dead or living..