But they were there in countless numbers and had only one desire in their breasts, to kill the Teules.

A cannon roared, sending a storm of bullets through us, and by its flash we saw that the Spaniards carried a timber bridge with them, which they were placing across the canal.

Then we fell on them, every man fighting for himself.

Guatemoc and I were swept over that bridge by the first rush of the enemy, as leaves are swept in a gale, and though both of us won through safely we saw each other no more that night.

With us and after us came the long array of Spaniards and Tlascalans, and from every side the Aztecs poured upon them, clinging to their struggling line as ants cling to a wounded worm.
How can I tell all that came to pass that night?
I cannot, for I saw but little of it.