The two forces coalesced with much Latin joy and chatter, and camp was pitched in the savanna.
Ned stayed with the Tlascalans, because he had no choice but to do so.
They flung him a tortilla or two, and he had plenty of water, but what he wanted most was rest.

He threw himself on the grass, and, as the Tlascalans did not disturb him, he lay there until long after nightfall.

He would have remained there until morning had not two soldiers come with a message that he was wanted by Santa Anna himself.
Ned rose, smoothed out his hair, draped his serape as gracefully as he could about his shoulders, and, assuming all the dignity that was possible, went with the men.

He had made up his mind that boldness of manner and speech was his best course and it suited his spirit.

He was led into a large tent or rather a great marquee, and he stood there for a few moments dazzled.
The floor of the marquee was spread with a thick velvet carpet.