"What do you come here for?" the General asked.
"To offer you good terms, if you will surrender," Don Tadeo replied, in a firm voice.
"Surrender!" the General shouted with a laugh; "you must be mad, sir!" and, turning towards the soldiers who had brought Don Tadeo, he added, "Remove the bandage from the eyes of this caballero."
The bandage fell accordingly.
"Look round you," said the General, haughtily, "do we look like people asking for a favour?"
"No, General, you are a stout soldier, and your troops are brave; you ask no favour of us, it is we who come to you to offer to lay down our arms on both sides, and put an end to this fratricidal contest," Don Tadeo replied, with an air of grandeur.
"Who are you, may I ask, sir?" said the General, struck with the noble bearing of the man who was speaking to him.
"I am Don Tadeo de Leon, whom your leader ordered to be shot."
"You!" cried the General, "you here!"
"I, myself; and I have another name."