But she knew; and I think she waited also and was happy.

But look you, Senor! Then comes a stranger and steals-- "Ah, you ask me why must I fight to the death?
Senor, you are a man; perchance you have loved--for of a truth I see sometimes the sadness in your eyes.

You know that I must fight thus.

You know that to kill that blue-eyed one is all there is left to do.

Me, I could have put him out of the way before now, for there are many knives ready to do me the service.