Whenever they saw me they would greet me with revilings, calling me 'traitor and renegade,' and 'Guatemoc's white dog,' and moreover, Cortes set a price upon my head, for he knew through his spies that some of Guatemoc's most successful attacks and stratagems had been of my devising.

But I took no heed even when their insults pierced me like arrows, for though many of the Aztecs were my friends and I hated the Spaniards, it was a shameful thing that a Christian man should be warring on the side of cannibals who made human sacrifice.

I took no heed, since always I was seeking for my foe de Garcia.

He was there I knew, for I saw him many times, but I could never come at him.

Indeed, if I watched for him he also watched for me, but with another purpose, to avoid me.