Indeed, she shrank and trembled before Otomie's contempt.

They were a strange contrast in their different loveliness as they stood face to face in the torture den, and it was strange also to see the spirit of the lady of royal blood, threatened as she was with a shameful death, or still more shameful life, triumph over the Indian girl whom to-day fortune had set as far above her as the stars.
'Say, royal lady,' asked Marina in her gentle voice, 'for what cause did you, if tales are true, lie by the side of yonder white man upon the stone of sacrifice ?' 'Because I love him, Marina.' 'And for this same cause have I, Marina, laid my honour upon a different altar, for this same cause I have striven against the children of my people, because I love another such as he.

It is for love of Cortes that I have aided Cortes, therefore despise me not, but let your love plead for mine, seeing that, to us women, love is all.

I have sinned, I know, but doubtless in its season my sin shall find a fitting punishment.' 'It had need be sharp,' answered Otomie.

'My love has harmed none, see before you but one grain of the countless harvest of your own.