‘Good morning, you mean,’ he said, for the dawn was breaking.  ’Your name.  I don’t know your face, though it seems that you have been in the wars,’ and he laughed.

‘You mustn’t ask a comrade his name,’ I said solemnly and swinging to and fro.  ’The captain might send for me and he’s a temperate man.  Your arm, girl; it is time to go to sleep, the sun sets.’

They laughed, but one of them addressed Otomie, saying: 

‘Leave the sot, my pretty, and come and walk with us,’ and he caught her by the arm.  But she turned on him with so fierce a look that he let her go again astonished, and we staggered on till the corner of another house hid us from their view.  Here I sank to the ground overcome with pain, for while the soldiers were in sight, I was obliged to use my wounded foot lest they should suspect.  But Otomie pulled me up, saying: 

‘Alas! beloved, we must pass on or perish.’

I rose groaning, and by what efforts I reached the south gate I cannot describe, though I thought that I must die before I came there.  At last it was before us, and as chance would have it, the Spanish guard were asleep in the guardhouse.  Three Tlascalans only were crouched over a little fire, their zerapes or blankets about their heads, for the dawn was chilly.

‘Open the gates, dogs!’ I said in a proud voice.

Seeing a Spanish soldier one of them rose to obey, then paused and said: 

‘Why, and by whose orders?’

I could not see the man’s face because of the blanket, but his voice sounded familiar to me and I grew afraid.  Still I must speak.

’Why?—­because I am drunk and wish to lie without till I grow sober.  By whose orders?  By mine, I am an officer of the day, and if you disobey I’ll have you flogged till you never ask another question.’

‘Shall I call the Teules within?’ said the man sulkily to his companion.

‘No,’ he answered; ’the lord Sarceda is weary and gave orders that he should not be awakened without good cause.  Keep them in or let them through as you will, but do not wake him.’

I trembled in every limb; de Garcia was in the guardhouse!  What if he awoke, what if he came out and saw me?  More—­now I guessed whose voice it was that I knew again; it was that of one of those Tlascalans who had aided in tormenting me.  What if he should see my face?  He could scarcely fail to know that on which he had left his mark so recently.  I was dumb with fear and could say nothing, and had it not been for the wit of Otomie, there my story would have ended.  But now she played her part and played it well, plying the man with the coarse raillery of the camp, till at length she put him in a good humour, and he opened the gate, bidding her begone and me with her.  Already we had passed the gate when a sudden faintness seized me, and I stumbled and fell, rolling over on to my back as I touched the earth.