Here I was seated in a darkened chamber and waited there a while, till suddenly a sad and sweet voice that seemed familiar to me, addressed me in the Aztec tongue, saying, 'Welcome, Teule.' I looked and there before me, dressed in the Spanish fashion, stood a lady, an Indian, still beautiful, but very feeble and much worn, as though with sickness and sorrow.
'Do you not know Marina, Teule ?' she said again, but before the words had left her lips I knew her.

'Well, I will say this, that I should scarcely have known YOU, Teule.

Trouble and time have done their work with both of us.' I took her hand and kissed it.
'Where then is Cortes ?' I asked.
Now a great trembling seized her.
'Cortes is in Spain, pleading his suit.

He has wed a new wife there, Teule.

Many years ago he put me away, giving me in marriage to Don Juan Xaramillo, who took me because of my possessions, for Cortes dealt liberally with me, his discarded mistress.' And she began to weep.
Then by degrees I learned the story, but I will not write it here, for it is known to the world.