Only this, Cousin Wingfield; Otomie, Montezuma's daughter, a very lovely woman by the way, is your wife according to the Indian customs.

Well, I know all the story and--she is in my power.

I will prove it to you, for she shall be brought here presently and then you can console each other.

For listen, dog, to-morrow she will sit where you are sitting, and before your eyes she shall be dealt with as you have been dealt with.

Ah! then you will talk fast enough, but perhaps it will be too late.' And now for the first time I broke down and prayed for mercy even of my foe.
'Spare her,' I groaned; 'do what you will with me, but spare her! Surely you must have a heart, even you, for you are human.