"He would place a chair for Sister Blandina.
They had met at Trinidad, the nun and the renegade.
They had measured each other and exchanged confidences.
He was simply chivalrous, she thought.
She, prudent, he thought.
Precisely, they got on well.
And now, in her charity, after years,
she comes to him at the jail in Santa Fe.
There is nothing in his eyes.
He is shackled, hand and foot.
Still, he regards her, I wish I could
place a chair for you, Sister.
And she regards him.
Later, she will weep for him."