'It seemed best that you should see him no more, lest your heart should break.' 'It is well,' I answered; 'but my heart is broken already.' 'Is the murderer dead ?' she said presently in the very words of Diaz.
'He is dead.' 'How ?' I told her in few words.
'You should have slain him yourself; our son's blood is not avenged.' 'I should have slain him, but in that hour I did not seek vengeance, I watched it fall from heaven, and was content.

Perchance it is best so.
The seeking of vengeance has brought all my sorrows upon me; vengeance belongs to God and not to man, as I have learned too late.' 'I do not think so,' said Otomie, and the look upon her face was that look which I had seen when she smote the Tlascalan, when she taunted Marina, and when she danced upon the pyramid, the leader of the sacrifice.

'Had I been in your place, I would have killed him by inches.
When I had done with him, then the devils might begin, not before.

But it is of no account; everything is done with, all are dead, and my heart with them.

Now eat, for you are weary.' So I ate, and afterwards I cast myself upon the bed and slept.
In the darkness I heard the voice of Otomie that said, 'Awake, I would speak with you,' and there was that about her voice which stirred me from my heavy sleep.
'Speak on,' I said.