OftensincethatdayIhavewonderedifsomevisionofthefutureenteredintothegirl’sbreastinthathour，orifinherwrathshespokeatrandom。
IhavewonderedalsowhetherthisscenebetweenherandGuatemochadanythingtodowiththehistoryofherafterlife；ordidMarina，assheavowedtomeindaystocome，bringshameandruinonhercountryfortheloveofCortesalone？
Itishardtosay，andperhapsthesethingshadnothingtodowithwhatfollowed，forwhengreateventshavehappened，weareapttosearchoutcausesfortheminthepastthatwerenocause。
Thismayhavebeenbutapassingmoodofhersandonesoonputoutofmind，foritiscertainthatfewbuildupthetemplesoftheirlivesuponsomefirmfoundationofhopeorhate，ofdesireordespair，thoughithashappenedtometodoso，butrathertakechancefortheirarchitect——andindeedwhethertheytakehimorno，heisstillthemasterbuilder。
StillthatMarinadidnotforgetthistalkIknow，forinaftertimesIheardherremindthisveryprinceofthewordsthathadpassedbetweenthem，ay，andheardhisnobleanswertoher。