I wished to see the great city and the great king, because I weary of my life here and would myself grow great.

You have refused me, but perhaps a time will come when I shall grow great in spite of you, and then I may remember the shame that has been put upon me against you, prince, and all your royal house.' Again Guatemoc laughed, then of a sudden grew stern.
'You are over-bold, girl,' he said; 'for less words than these many a one might find herself stretched upon the stone of sacrifice.

But I will forget them, for your woman's pride is stung, and you know not what you say.

Do you forget them also, Teule, if you have understood.' Then Marina turned and went, her bosom heaving with anger and outraged love or pride, and as she passed me I heard her mutter, 'Yes, prince, you may forget, but I shall not.' Often since that day I have wondered if some vision of the future entered into the girl's breast in that hour, or if in her wrath she spoke at random.

I have wondered also whether this scene between her and Guatemoc had anything to do with the history of her after life; or did Marina, as she avowed to me in days to come, bring shame and ruin on her country for the love of Cortes alone?
It is hard to say, and perhaps these things had nothing to do with what followed, for when great events have happened, we are apt to search out causes for them in the past that were no cause.