This was the last triumph that Guatemoc could win, to keep his gold from the grasp of the greedy Spaniard, and that victory at least he should not lose through me.

So I swore, and very soon my oath must be put to the test, for at a motion from de Garcia the Tlascalans seized me and bound me to the third chair.
Then he spoke into my ear in Castilian: 'Strange are the ways of Providence, Cousin Wingfield.

You have hunted me across the world, and several times we have met, always to your sorrow.

I thought I had you in the slave ship, I thought that the sharks had you in the water, but somehow you escaped me whom you came to hunt.

When I knew it I grieved, but now I grieve no more, for I see that you were reserved for this moment.