"But are you really dreaming of remaining alone in the midst of these pagans?"
"It is no dream; it is my immovable resolve to stay there."
"And you, mother?" said her son sadly; "Are you, too, determined to throw yourself into the hands of the savages?"
"Be comforted, my son," replied the dame; "I run no danger."
"And yet—"
"Estevan," said Doña Hermosa, interrupting him, "I will answer for your mother's safety."
The mayor domo was thoroughly discouraged.
"Then," said he, "I can only commend you to Heaven."
"Let us go," said Doña Hermosa, wrapping the folds of her cloak around her.
Don Estevan led the way.