Yes, had it not been for you, these things had never been.

I am sorry, indeed I am sorry--that I did not kill you.

For the rest, may your name be shameful for ever in the ears of honest men and your soul be everlastingly accursed, and may you yourself, even before you die, know the bitterness of dishonour and betrayal! Your words were fulfilled, and so shall mine be also.' She heard and turned away trembling, and for a while was silent.

Then her glance fell upon me and she began to weep.
'Alas! poor man,' she said; 'alas! my friend.' 'Weep not over me, Marina,' I answered, speaking in Aztec, 'for our tears are of no worth, but help me if you may.' 'Ah that I could!' she sobbed, and turning fled from the place, followed presently by Cortes.
Now the Spaniards came in again and removed Guatemoc and the cacique of Tacuba, carrying them in their arms, for they could not walk, and indeed the cacique was in a swoon.
'Farewell, Teule,' said Guatemoc as he passed me; 'you are indeed a true son of Quetzal and a gallant man.

May the gods reward you in times to come for all that you have suffered for me and mine, since I cannot.' Then he was borne out and these were the last words that I ever heard him utter.
Now I was left alone with the Tlascalans and de Garcia, who mocked me as before.
'A little tired, eh, friend Wingfield ?' he said sneering.