"Thanks!" cried the father as he placed the letter in his bosom and held out his hand graciously to the warrior; "thanks to those who sent you, and thanks to you, my brother: you shall remain with me, and when the moment arrives you shall conduct me to my daughter."
"I will do so; my father may depend upon me."
"I do depend upon you, Joan."
"I am at the service of my father, as is the horse which the warrior mounts," Joan replied, respectfully.
"One instant," said Don Tadeo, clapping his hands, to which a servant responded.
"I desire," he said, in an emphatic manner, "that every respect he paid to this warrior: he is my friend, and is at liberty to do just as he likes; let everything be given to him that he asks for."
The Indian warrior left the apartment.
"A noble nature!" cried Don Tadeo.
"Yes." said Don Ramón, "for a savage."
The King of Darkness was recalled to himself by the voice which thus mingled its harsh notes with his thoughts; his eyes fell upon the senator, whom he no longer thought of.