'Alas! are you also here, my friend Teule ?' he said; 'I hoped that they had spared you.

See how these Spaniards keep faith.

Malinche swore to treat me with all honour; behold how he honours me, with hot coals for my feet and pincers for my flesh.
They think that we have buried treasure, Teule, and would wring its secret from us.

You know that it is a lie.

If we had treasure would we not give it gladly to our conquerors, the god-born sons of Quetzal?
You know that there is nothing left except the ruins of our cities and the bones of our dead.' Here he ceased suddenly, for the demon who tormented him struck him across the mouth saying, 'Silence, dog.' But I understood, and I swore in my heart that I would die ere I revealed my brother's secret.