’Dare not to speak that holy Name, apostate and worshipper of idols, eater of human flesh.  Let Sarceda be summoned.’

A messenger went out, and for a while there was silence.  I caught Marina’s glance and saw pity in her gentle eyes.  But she could not help me here, for Cortes was mad because no gold had been found, and the clamour of the soldiers for reward had worn him out and brought him to this shameful remedy, he who was not cruel by nature.  Still she strove to plead for me with him, whispering earnestly in his ear.  For a while Cortes listened, then he pushed her from him roughly.

‘Peace, Marina,’ he said.  ’What, shall I spare this English dog some pangs, when my command, and perchance my very life, hangs upon the finding of the gold?  Nay, he knows well where it lies hid; you said it yourself when I would have hung him for a traitor, and certainly he was one of those whom the spy saw go out with it upon the lake.  Our friend was with them also, but he came back no more; doubtless they murdered him.  What is this man to you that you should plead for him?  Cease to trouble me, Marina, am I not troubled enough already?’ and Cortes put his hands to his face and remained lost in thought.  As for Marina, she looked at me sadly and sighed as though to say, ‘I have done my best,’ and I thanked her with my eyes.

Presently there was a sound of footsteps and I looked up to see de Garcia standing before me.  Time and hardship had touched him lightly, and the lines of silver in his curling hair and peaked beard did but add dignity to his noble presence.  Indeed, when I looked at him in his dark Spanish beauty, his rich garments decked with chains of gold, as he bowed before Cortes hat in hand, I was fain to confess that I had never seen a more gallant cavalier, or one whose aspect gave the lie so wholly to the black heart within.  But knowing him for what he was, my very blood quivered with hate at the sight of him, and when I thought of my own impotence and of the errand on which he had come, I ground my teeth and cursed the day that I was born.  As for de Garcia, he greeted me with a little cruel smile, then spoke to Cortes.

‘Your pleasure, general?’

‘Greeting to you, comrade,’ answered Cortes.  ‘You know this renegade?’

‘But too well, general.  Three times he has striven to murder me.’

’Well, you have escaped and it is your hour now, Sarceda.  He says that he has a quarrel with you; what is it?’

De Garcia hesitated, stroking his peaked beard, then answered:  ’I am loth to tell it because it is a tale of error for which I have often sorrowed and done penance.  Yet I will speak for fear you should think worse of me than I deserve.  This man has some cause to mislike me, since to be frank, when I was younger than I am to-day and given to the follies of youth, it chanced that in England I met his mother, a beautiful Spanish lady who by ill fortune was wedded to an Englishman, this man’s father and a clown of clowns, who maltreated her.  I will be short; the lady learned to love me and I worsted her husband in a duel.  Hence this traitor’s hate of me.’