Whatever the end, there was but one in the world whom I should regret, or who would regret me; and she hung, herself, on the verge of eternity.
So that I was able to give Simon Fleix his last directions with as much coolness as I ever felt in my life.

I stationed him with the three horses in the lane--which seemed as quiet and little frequented as in the morning--near the end of it, and about a hundred paces or more from the house.
'Turn their heads towards the ramparts,' I said, wheeling them round myself, 'and then they will be ready to start.

They are all quiet enough.

You can let the Cid loose.

And now listen to me, Simon,' I continued.