For ten
minutes or more he stood gazing at my window hungrily, as a cat gazes at
a caged bird, and I felt that he was waiting for the door to be opened,
and KNEW that it would soon be opened.
This happened on the eve of the day upon which I was put to torture.
Meanwhile, as time went on, I noticed that a change came over the temper
of the camp. The soldiers ceased to gamble for untold wealth, they even
ceased from drinking to excess and from their riotous joy, but took to
hanging together in knots discussing fiercely I could not learn of what.
On the day when de Garcia came to look at my prison there was a great
gathering in the square opposite my prison, to which I saw Cortes ride
up on a white horse and richly dressed. The meeting was too far away for
me to overhear what passed, but I noted that several officers addressed
Cortes angrily, and that their speeches were loudly cheered by the
soldiers. At length the great captain answered them at some length, and
they broke up in silence. Next morning after I had breakfasted, four
soldiers came into my prison and ordered me to accompany them.
'Whither?' I asked.
'To the captain, traitor,' their leader answered.
'It has come at last,' I thought to myself, but I said only:
'It is well. Any change from this hole is one for the better.'
'Certainly,' he replied; 'and it is your last shift.
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