To all his wickedness and offences against me, de Garcia now had added slander of my dead mother's honour.
'You lie, murderer,' I gasped, tearing at the ropes that bound me.
'I must ask you to protect me from such insult, general,' de Garcia answered coldly.

'Were the prisoner worthy of my sword, I would ask further that his bonds should be loosed for a little space, but my honour would be tarnished for ever were I to fight with such as he.' 'Dare to speak thus once more to a gentleman of Spain,' said Cortes coldly, 'and, you heathen dog, your tongue shall be dragged from you with red-hot pincers.

For you, Sarceda, I thank you for your confidence.
If you have no worse crime than a love affair upon your soul, I think that our good chaplain Olmedo will frank you through the purgatorial fires.

But we waste words and time.

This man has the secret of the treasure of Guatemoc and of Montezuma.