Nenetzin told his story,—the story women never tire of hearing.
“If he stays here, he dies,” said Marina, weeping.
“He shall not die. I will save him too,” said Nenetzin, and she went to him, and took his hands, bloody as they were, and, by gentle words, woke him from his stupor. Mechanically he took his cap, shield, and mace, and followed her,—he knew not whither.
And she paused not until he was safely delivered to Maxtla, in the quarters occupied by the king.
CHAPTER X
THE WAY THROUGH THE WALL
“Al templo, al templo! to the temple!” shouted Cortes, as he charged the close ranks of the enemy.
“Al templo!” answered the cavaliers, plunging forward in chivalric rivalry.
And from the column behind them rolled the hoarse echo, with the words of command superadded,—
“Al templo! Adelante, adelante!—forward!”