Cacama did not press that, but chiefly spoke of the terrible scandal it would be, were she--his sister and the niece of Montezuma--to be brought back with you, a captive." They were now at the gate.

Cuitcatl opened it, and locked it again after him.

A figure was standing outside.
"This is my follower.

You may rely upon him to serve you, to the last.
"Bathalda, this is my white friend.

You will serve him as you would me." The man took Roger's hand, and carried it to his forehead.
"My life is yours, my lord," he said.
"Is everything ready, Bathalda ?" asked Cuitcatl.
"Yes, my lord.