But I thought that you were dead.

I came to Anahuac in the train of Cortes and again we met; that time you nearly killed me.

Afterwards I had my revenge and I tortured you well; I meant to murder you on the morrow, though first I would torture you, for terror can be very cruel, but you escaped me.

Long years passed, I wandered hither and thither, to Spain, back to Mexico, and elsewhere, but wherever I went my fear, the ghosts of the dead, and my dreams went with me, and I was never fortunate.

Only the other day I joined the company of Diaz as an adventurer.