And the Captain himself, being taller than Angélica and thus having his eyebrows further off the ground, is in it even deeper. This being the case, and because I didn't find a good "deep" quote, I give you something from the Captain's own train of thought:
"What a grubby way to die, sitting in the mud, tied hand and foot, his throat slit like a pig's, and with a long future ahead of him in the history books as an exemplary regicide. Shit."
P.S. Milladoiro's "Galicia No Tempo" CD is perfect background music for Alatriste-reading.