We talked of how we first had met, of how Otomie had been vowed to me as the wife of Tezcat, Soul of the World, of that day when we had lain side by side upon the stone of sacrifice, of our true marriage thereafter, of the siege of Tenoctitlan and the death of our first-born.

Thus we talked till midnight was two hours gone.

Then there came a silence.
'Husband,' said Otomie at last in a hushed and solemn voice, 'you are worn with suffering, and I am weary.

It is time to do that which must be done.

Sad is our fate, but at least rest is before us.