Vargas stood over me, his dark eyes gleaming in triumph. He adjusted the jaguar-skin cape on his shoulders with a vain shrug. "You came to Tenochtitlán to try to capture or kill me," he said, laughter overlying his nasal voice. "I expected your attack to be clumsy. But I didn’t expect that, at the same time, you would be delivering into my hands the one thing that I most desire."