I saluted him after the Indian fashion by touching the earth with my hand, for what was I but an Indian captive?
'Your sword,' he said briefly, as he scanned me with his quick eyes.
I unbuckled it from my side and handed it to him, saying in Spanish: 'Take it, Captain, for you have conquered, also it does but come back to its owner.' For this was the same sword that I had captured from one Bernal Diaz in the fray of the noche triste.
He looked at it, then swore a great oath and said: 'I thought that it could be no other man.

And so we meet again thus after so many years.

Well, you gave me my life once, and I am glad that I have lived to pay the debt.

Had I not been sure that it was you, you had not won such easy terms, friend.

How are you named?
Nay, I know what the Indians call you.' 'I am named Wingfield.' 'Friend Wingfield then.