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wife of Cortés had appeared by my side.
    ‘You will never be able to pronounce it,’ she said dryly. ‘Call her Ignacia.’
    ‘After Ignatius of Antioch,’ added the priest who accompanied Doña Marina, looking at the girl intently. ‘Ignis is Latin for fire, you know. You must burn with love of the Lord …’
    ‘And with love for his creation …’ Doña Marina added tartly, inspecting the girl’s body with wry, almost competitive amusement.
    Our peace was broken.
    ‘Ignacia,’ I said.
    ‘Ignacia.’
    She smiled and returned to her work, serving Ortiz, the musician, who began to ingratiate himself immediately. I was convinced that he received the same look that I had accepted myself when first arriving at her stall, and a second violent emotion overcame me, as I moved, in an instant, from incipient passion to total jealousy. I had never known such volatility of heart and felt in such torment that I could have killed Ortiz on the spot.
    ‘Come on,’ said Doña Marina, taking my arm. ‘We have work to do.’
    Lost in thought, I walked through courtyards filled with citrus and jasmine until we arrived before an enormous temple. It was square, and made of stone, raised as high as the reach of an arrow shot from a crossbow. One hundred and fourteen steps stretched up towards two great altars and priests in white robes made their way up and down in ceaseless movement. From the top one could see over the entire city, the lake and the three giant causeways. Althoughit was one of the most incredible sights we had witnessed thus far, it meant nothing.
    I had met Ignacia.
    Attempting to write my dispatches that night, I found that no words fell from my pen. I was completely distracted. Whether this was infatuation, desire or love, I knew not; all I did know was that I could not live without seeing that woman again, for what else could account for the sickness in my stomach and the raging in my heart? My only hope lay in Doña Marina. I would have to swallow my pride and confess my love that very night.
    ‘I must see the lady who sells the chocolatl . I must discover where she lives,’ I declared in as bold a fashion as I could muster.
    ‘Of course we can bring her to you,’ she answered abstractedly.
    I did not want anything to be done by force.
    ‘No,’ I replied. ‘I would like to see where she lives.’
    ‘It would not be safe to go there. You would be surrounded by these people, and could be put in danger …’
    ‘But they surround us now.’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘You have seen the walls that border our quarters, the causeways, the bridges, and the lake that circles this city. They are like the lattice of a spider’s web. We are already trapped and it makes no difference whether I am contained here or with my lady.’
    ‘My lady?’ Doña Marina smiled at me, but then stopped for a moment, as if she had not realised the true import of my observation. Lost in thought, she seemed to abandon her concentration.
    ‘I have to see her,’ I insisted. ‘Will you help me speak with her?’
    ‘Another time.’ Still Doña Marina seemed distracted. ‘I can summon her, but you cannot visit. My Lord would forbid such a thing. You are needed here. Talk to me again if you require my help, but do not ask me to disobey our General.’
    Later that night I was brought before Cortés. I was fearful of both his company and his temper and was greatly relieved when he received me in all courtesy.
    ‘You have done me great service, Diego.’
    ‘I, my Lord?’
    ‘I too am aware that we are surrounded, cut off even from our Tlaxcalan allies. My chief advisor, Pedro de Alvarado, thinks we should mount a surprise attack and take our chances, but I believe that we should be more cautious. Doña Marina has come to me with good advice, for if you were to be kept with your lady, without fear of harm and in great leisure, how much better and safer it might be if Lord Montezuma were similarly entrapped with us. I have