When you have recognized him--an old man, brown as an Indian, with a white beard--point him out to the angels, and say: 'This is Nuflo, the bad man that lied to Rima.' Let them take him and singe his wings with fire, so that he may not escape by flying; and afterwards thrust him into some dark cavern under a mountain, and place a great stone that a hundred men could not remove over its mouth, and leave him there alone and in the dark for ever!" Having ended, she rose quickly from her knees, and at the same moment Nuflo, dropping the knife, cast himself prostrate at her feet.
"Rima--my child, my child, not that!" he cried out in a voice that was broken with terror.

He tried to take hold of her feet with his hands, but she shrank from him with aversion; still he kept on crawling after her like a disabled lizard, abjectly imploring her to forgive him, reminding her that he had saved from death the woman whose enmity had now been enlisted against him, and declaring that he would do anything she commanded him, and gladly perish in her service.
It was a pitiable sight, and moving quickly to her side I touched her on the shoulder and asked her to forgive him.
The response came quickly enough.

Turning to him once more, she said: "I forgive you, grandfather.

And now get up and take me to Riolama." He rose, but only to his knees.

"But you have not told her!" he said, recovering his natural voice, although still anxious, and jerking a thumb over his shoulder.