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Title: The Fair God - or, the last of the 'Tzins
Author: Wallace, Lew, 1827-1905
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[Illustration: OVER THE BRIDGES, THE HORSEMEN GALLOPED]

THE FAIR GOD

A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico

LEW WALLACE

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
ERIC PAPE

From Mexico ... a civilization that might have instructed Europe was
crushed out.... It has been her [Spain's] evil destiny to ruin two
civilizations, Oriental and Occidental, and to be ruined thereby
herself.... In America she destroyed races more civilized than
herself.--DRAPER, _Intellectual Development of Europe_.

[Illustration]

NEW YORK

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS

NOTE BY THE AUTHOR.

A personal experience, though ever so plainly told, is, generally
speaking, more attractive to listeners and readers than fiction. A
circumstance from the tongue or pen of one to whom it actually happened,
or who was its hero or victim, or even its spectator, is always more
interesting than if given second-hand. If the makers of history,
contradistinguished from its writers, could teach it to us directly, one
telling would suffice to secure our lasting remembrance. The reason is,
that the narrative so proceeding derives a personality and reality not
otherwise attainable, which assist in making way to our imagination and
the sources of our sympathy.

With this theory or bit of philosophy in mind, when the annexed book was
resolved upon, I judged best to assume the character of a translator,
which would enable me to write in the style and spirit of one who not
merely lived at the time of the occurrences woven in the text, but was
acquainted with many of the historical personages who figure therein,
and was a native of the beautiful valley in which the story is located.
Thinking to make the descriptions yet more real, and therefore more
impressive, I took the liberty of attributing the composition to a
literator who, whatever may be thought of his works, was not himself a
fiction. Without meaning to insinuate that THE FAIR GOD would have been
the worse for creation by Don Fernando de Alva, the Tezcucan, I wish
merely to say that it is not a translation. Having been so written,
however, now that publication is at hand, change is impossible; hence,
nothing is omitted,--title-page, introductory, and conclusion are given
to the reader exactly as they were brought to the publisher by the
author.

L.W.
Boston Mass. August 8, 1873.

CONTENTS.

BOOK ONE.

CHAPTER PAGE

I. OUR MOTHER HAS A FORTUNE WAITING US YONDER 1

II. QUETZAL', THE FAIR GOD 7

III. A CHALLENGE 13

IV. TENOCHTITLAN AT NIGHT 16

V. THE CHILD OF THE TEMPLE 20

VI. THE CÛ OF QUETZAL', AND MUALOX, THE PABA 25

VII. THE PROPHECY ON THE WALL 30

VIII. A BUSINESS MAN IN TENOCHTITLAN 39

IX. THE QUESTIONER OF THE MORNING 46

X. GOING TO THE COMBAT 50

XI. THE COMBAT 59

XII. MUALOX, AND HIS WORLD 68

XIII. THE SEARCH FOR QUETZAL' 74

BOOK TWO.

I. WHO ARE THE STRANGERS? 83

II. A TEZCUCAN LOVER 89

III. THE BANISHMENT OF GUATAMOZIN 95

IV. GUATAMOZIN AT HOME 103

V. NIGHT AT THE CHALCAN'S 112

VI. THE CHINAMPA 120

VII. COURT GOSSIP 126

VIII. GUATAMOZIN AND MUALOX 130

IX. A KING'S BANQUET 135

X. THE 'TZIN'S LOVE 141

XI. THE CHANT 150

BOOK THREE.

I. THE FIRST COMBAT 162

II. THE SECOND COMBAT 169

III. THE PORTRAIT 180

IV. THE TRIAL 183

BOOK FOUR.

I. THE KING GIVES A TRUST TO HUALPA 192

II. THE KING AND THE 'TZIN 198

III. LOVE ON THE LAKE 207

IV. THE KING DEMANDS A SIGN OF MUALOX 214

V. THE MASSACRE IN CHOLULA 220

VI. THE CONQUEROR WILL COME 230

VII. MONTEZUMA GOES TO MEET CORTEZ 239

VIII. THE ENTRY 246

BOOK FIVE.

I. PUBLIC OPINION 257

II. A MESSAGE FROM THE GODS 261

III. HOW ILLS OF STATE BECOME ILLS OF SOCIETY 267

IV. ENNUYÉ IN THE OLD PALACE 275

V. ALVARADO FINDS THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD 282

VI. THE IRON CROSS 291

VII. THE CHRISTIANS IN THE TOILS 299

VIII. THE IRON CROSS COMES BACK TO ITS GIVER 306

IX. TRULY WONDERFUL--A FORTUNATE MAN HATH A MEMORY 315

X. HOW THE IRON CROSS CAME BACK 317

XI. THE CHRISTIAN TAKES CARE OF HIS OWN 325

BOOK SIX.

I. THE LORD HUALPA FLEES HIS FORTUNE 339

II. WHOM THE GODS DESTROY THEY FIRST MAKE MAD 347

III. THE PUBLIC OPINION MAKES WAY 357

IV. THE 'TZIN'S FAREWELL TO QUETZAL' 364

V. THE CELLS OF QUETZAL' AGAIN 374

VI. LOST IN THE OLD CÛ 379

VII. HOW THE HOLY MOTHER HELPS HER CHILDREN 385

VIII. THE PABA'S ANGEL 392

IX. LIFE IN THE PABA'S WORLD 404

X. THE ANGEL BECOMES A BEADSWOMAN 410

XI. THE PUBLIC OPINION PROCLAIMS ITSELF--BATTLE 427

BOOK SEVEN.

I. THE HEART CAN BE WISER THAN THE HEAD 438

II. THE CONQUEROR ON THE CAUSEWAY AGAIN 449

III. LA VIRUELA 454

IV. MONTEZUMA A PROPHET.--HIS PROPHECY 455

V. HOW TO YIELD A CROWN 462

VI. IN THE LEAGUER 465

VII. IN THE LEAGUER YET 473

VIII. THE BATTLE OF THE MANTAS 481

IX. OVER THE WALL,--INTO THE PALACE 489

X. THE WAY THROUGH THE WALL 499

XI. BATTLE IN THE AIR 510

XII. IN THE INTERVAL OF THE BATTLE--LOVE 524

XIII. THE BEGINNING OF THE END 527

XIV. THE KING BEFORE HIS PEOPLE AGAIN 532

XV. THE DEATH OF MONTEZUMA 544

XVI. ADIEU TO THE PALACE 550

XVII. THE PURSUIT BEGINS 559

XVIII. LA NOCHE TRISTE 562

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

PAGE

OVER THE BRIDGES, THE HORSEMEN GALLOPED (p. 427) _Frontispiece_

A CLANG OF SANDALED FEET 30

THE FORTUNATE HERO, STANDING SO CALMLY BEFORE THEM 70

THE MONARCH'S FACE CHANGED VISIBLY 158

"OUT OF THE WAY, DOG!" SHOUTED SANDOVAL 246

LOOKED GLOOMILY INTO THE WATER 358

SHE GAVE HIM THE SIGNAL 462

CORTES DREW REIN ONLY AT ITS FOOT 478

THE FAIR GOD.

FROM THE SPANISH OF

FERNANDO DE ALVA.

INTRODUCTORY.

Fernando De Alva,[1] a noble Tezcucan, flourished, we are told, in the
beginning of the sixteenth century. He was a man of great learning,
familiar with the Mexican and Spanish languages, and the hieroglyphics
of Anahuac. Ambitious to rescue his race from oblivion, and inspired by
love of learning, he collected a library, availed himself of his
knowledge of picture-writing, became master of the songs and traditions,
and, in the Castilian language, composed books of merit.

It was scarcely possible that his labors should escape the researches of
Mr. Prescott, who, with such incomparable genius, has given the world a
history of the Conquest of Mexico. From him we have a criticism upon the
labors of the learned Fernando, from which the following paragraph is
extracted.

"Iztlilzochitl's writings have many of the defects belonging to his age.
He often crowds the page with incidents of a trivial and sometimes
improbable character. The improbability increases with the distance of
the period; for distance, which diminishes objects to the natural eye,
exaggerates them to the mental. His chronology, as I have more than once
noticed, is inextricably entangled. He has often lent a too willing ear
to traditions and reports which would startle the more sceptical
criticism of the present time. Yet there is an appearance of good faith
and simplicity in his writings, which may convince the reader that, when
he errs, it is from no worse cause than the national partiality. And
surely such partiality is excusable in the descendant of a proud line,
shorn of its ancient splendors, which it was soothing to his own
feelings to revive again--though with something more than their
legitimate lustre--on the canvas of history. It should also be
considered that, if his narrative is sometimes startling, his researches
penetrate into the mysterious depths of antiquity, where light and
darkness meet and melt into each other; and where everything is still
further liable to distortion, as seen through the misty medium of
hieroglyphics."

Besides his _Relaciones_ and _Historia Chichemeca_, De Alva composed
works of a lighter nature, though equally based upon history. Some were
lost; others fell into the hands of persons ignorant of their value; a
few only were rescued and given to the press. For a considerable period
he served as interpreter to the Spanish Viceroy. His duties as such were
trifling; he had ample time for literary pursuits; his enthusiasm as a
scholar permitted him no relaxation or idleness. Thus favored, it is
believed he composed the books now for the first time given to the
world.

The MSS. were found among a heap of old despatches from the Viceroy
Mendoza to the Emperor. It is quite probable that they became mixed with
the State papers through accident; if, however, they were purposely
addressed to His Majesty, it must have been to give him a completer idea
of the Aztecan people and their civilization, or to lighten the burthens
of royalty by an amusement to which, it is known, Charles V. was not
averse. Besides, Mendoza, in his difficulty with the Marquess of the
Valley (Cortes), failed not to avail himself of every means likely to
propitiate his cause with the court, and especially with the Royal
Council of the Indies. It is not altogether improbable, therefore, that
the MSS. were forwarded for the entertainment of the members of the
Council and the lordly personages of the Court, who not only devoured
with avidity, but, as the wily Mendoza well knew, were vastly obliged
for, everything relative to the New World, and particularly the dazzling
conquest of Mexico.

In the translation, certain liberties have been taken, for which, if
wrong has been done, pardon is besought both from the public and the
shade of the author. Thus, The Books in the original are unbroken
narratives; but, with infinite care and trouble, they have all been
brought out of the confusion, and arranged into chapters. So, there were
names, some of which have been altogether changed; while others, for the
sake of euphony, have been abbreviated, though without sacrificing the
identity of the heroes who wore them so proudly.

And thus beginneth the FIRST BOOK.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] Fernando De Alva Iztlilzochitl.

THE FAIR GOD.

BOOK ONE.

CHAPTER I.

OUR MOTHER HAS A FORTUNE WAITING US YONDER.

The Spanish Calendar is simpler than the Aztecan. In fact, Christian
methods, of whatever nature, are better than heathen.

So, then, by the Spanish Calendar, March, 1519, had about half spent
itself in the valley of Anahuac, which was as yet untrodden by
gold-seeker, with cross-hilted sword at his side, and on his lips a
Catholic oath. Near noon of one of its fairest days a traveller came
descending the western slope of the Sierra de Ahualco. Since the dawn
his path had been amongst hills and crags; at times traversing bald
rocks that towered to where the winds blew chill, then dipping into warm
valleys, where were grass, flowers, and streamlets, and sometimes
forests of cedar and fir,--labyrinths in which there reigned a perpetual
twilight.

Toilsome as was the way, the traveller, young and strong, marched
lightly. His dress, of the kind prevalent in his country, was
provincial, and with few signs of rank. He had sandals of buffalo-hide,
fitted for climbing rocks and threading pathless woods; a sort of white
tunic, covering his body from the neck to the knees, leaving bare the
arms from the shoulder; _maxtlatl_ and _tilmatli_--sash and mantle--of
cotton, blue tinted, and void of ornament; on the wrist of his left arm
he wore a substantial golden bracelet, and in both ears jewelled
pendants; while an ebony band, encircling his head, kept his straight
black locks in place, and permitted a snow-white bird's-wing for
decoration. There was a shield on his left arm, framed of wood, and
covered with padded cloth, and in the left hand a javelin barbed with
'itzli; at his back swung a _maquahuitl_, and a quiver filled with
arrows; an unstrung bow in his right hand completed his equipments, and
served him in lieu of staff. An ocelot, trudging stealthily behind him,
was his sole companion.

In the course of his journey he came to a crag that sank bluffly down
several hundred feet, commanding a fine prospect. Though the air was
cold, he halted. Away to the northwest stretched the beautiful valley of
Anahuac, dotted with hamlets and farm-houses, and marked with the silver
tracery of streams. Far across the plain, he caught a view of the fresh
waters of Lake Chalco, and beyond that, blue in the distance and faintly
relieved against the sky, the royal hill of Chapultepec, with its
palaces and cypress forests. In all the New World there was no scene
comparable with that he looked upon,--none its rival for beauty, none
where the heavens seemed so perfectly melted into earth. There were the
most renowned cities of the Empire; from that plain went the armies
whose marches were all triumphs; in that air hovered the gods awaiting
sacrifices; into that sky rose the smoke of the inextinguishable fires;
there shone the brightest suns, and lingered the longest summers; and
yonder dwelt that king--in youth a priest, then a warrior, now the
terror of all nations--whose signet on the hand of a slave could fill
the land with rustling of banners.

No traveller, I ween, could look unmoved on the picture; ours sat down,
and gazed with brimful eyes and a beating heart. For the first time he
was beholding the matchless vale so overhung with loveliness and full of
the monuments of a strange civilization. So rapt was he that he did not
observe the ocelot come and lay its head in his lap, like a dog seeking
caresses. "Come, boy!" he said, at last rousing himself; "let us on. Our
Mother[2] has a fortune waiting us yonder."

And they resumed the journey. Half an hour's brisk walk brought them to
the foot of the mountain. Suddenly they came upon company.

It was on the bank of a considerable stream, which, pouring in noisy
torrent over a rocky bed, appeared to rush with a song forward into the
valley. A clump of giant oaks shaded a level sward. Under them a crowd
of _tamanes_,[3] tawny, half-clad, broad-shouldered men, devoured loaves
of cold maize bread. Near the roots of the trees their masters reclined
comfortably on _petates_, or mats, without which an Aztec trader's
outfit was incomplete. Our traveller understood at a glance the
character of the strangers; so that, as his road led directly to them,
he went on without hesitation. As he came near, some of them sat up to
observe him.

"A warrior going to the city," said one.

"Or rather a king's courier," suggested another.

"Is not that an ocelot at his heels?" asked a third.

"That it is. Bring me my javelin!"

"And mine! And mine!" cried several of them at once, all springing to
their feet.

By the time the young man came up, the whole party stood ready to give
him an armed welcome.

"I am very sorry to have disturbed you," he said, quietly finding
himself obliged to stop.

"You seem friendly enough," answered one of the older men; "but your
comrade there,--what of him?"

The traveller smiled. "See, he is muzzled."

The party laughed at their own fears. The old merchant, however, stepped
forward to the young stranger.

"I confess you have greatly relieved me. I feared the brute might set on
and wound somebody. Come up, and sit down with us."

The traveller was nowise disinclined, being tempted by the prospect of
cheer from the provision-baskets lying around.

"Bring a mat for the warrior," said the friendly trader. "Now give him
bread and meat."

From an abundance of bread, fowl, and fruit the wayfarer helped himself.
A running conversation was meantime maintained.

"My ocelot? The story is simple; for your sakes, good friends, I wish it
were better. I killed his mother, and took him when a whelp. Now he does
me good service hunting. You should see him in pursuit of an antelope!"

"Then you are not a warrior?"

"To be a warrior," replied the hunter, modestly, "is to have been in
many battles, and taken many captives. I have practised arms, and, at
times, boasted of skill,--foolishly, perhaps; yet, I confess, I never
marched a day under the banner of the great king."

"Ah!" said the old man, quizzically, "I understand you. You have served
some free-trading company like our own."

"You are shrewd. My father is a merchant. At times he has travelled with
strong trains, and even attacked cities that have refused him admission
to their market."

"Indeed! He must be of renown. In what province does he live, my son?"

"In Tihuanco."

"Tepaja! old Tepaja, of Tihuanco! Are you son of his?" The good man
grasped the young one's hand enthusiastically. "I knew him well; many
years ago we were as brothers together; we travelled and traded through
many provinces. That was the day of the elder Montezuma, when the Empire
was not as large as now; when, in fact, most gates were closed against
us, because our king was an Aztec, and we had to storm a town, then turn
its square into a market for the sale of our wares. Sometimes we marched
an army, each of us carrying a thousand slaves; and yet our tasks were
not always easy. I remember once, down on the bank of the Great River,
we were beaten back from a walled town, and succeeded only after a four
days' fight. Ah, but we made it win! We led three thousand slaves back
to Tenochtitlan, besides five hundred captives,--a present for the
gods."

So the merchant talked until the hunger of his new acquaintance was
appeased; then he offered a pipe, which was declined.

"I am fond of a pipe after a good meal; and this one has been worthy a
king. But now I have no leisure for the luxury; the city to which I am
bound is too far ahead of me."

"If it is your first visit, you are right. Fail not to be there before
the market closes. Such a sight never gladdened your dreams!"

"So I have heard my father say."

"O, it never was as it will be to-night! The roads for days have been
thronged with visitors going up in processions."

"What is the occasion?"

"Why, to-morrow is the celebration of Quetzal'! Certainly, my son, you
have heard the prophecies concerning that god."

"In rumors only. I believe he was to return to Anahuac."

"Well, the story is long, and you are in a hurry. We also are going to
the city, but will halt our slaves at Iztapalapan for the night, and
cross the causeway before the sun to-morrow. If you care to keep us
company, we will start at once; on the way I will tell you a few things
that may not be unacceptable."

"I see," said the hunter, pleasantly, "I have reason to be proud of my
father's good report. Certainly, I will go a distance with you at least,
and thank you for information. To speak frankly, I am seeking my
fortune."

The merchant spoke to his companions, and raising a huge conch-shell to
his mouth, blew a blast that started every slave to his feet. For a few
minutes all was commotion. The mats were rolled up, and, with the
provision-baskets, slung upon broad shoulders; each _tamane_ resumed his
load of wares, and took his place; those armed put themselves, with
their masters, at the head; and at another peal from the shell all set
forward. The column, if such it may be called, was long, and not without
a certain picturesqueness as it crossed the stream, and entered a tract
covered with tall trees, amongst which the palm was strangely
intermingled with the oak and the cypress. The whole valley, from the
lake to the mountains, was irrigated, and under cultivation. Full of
wonder, the hunter marched beside the merchant.

FOOTNOTES:

[2] The goddess Cioacoatl, called "Our Lady and Mother." Sahagun,
Hist. de Nueva Esp.

[3] Carrier slaves, or porters.

CHAPTER II.

QUETZAL', THE FAIR GOD.

"I was speaking about Quetzal', I believe," said the old man, when all
were fairly on the way. "His real name was Quetzalcoatl.[4] He was a
wonderfully kind god, who, many ages ago, came into the valley here, and
dwelt awhile. The people were then rude and savage; but he taught them
agriculture, and other arts, of which you will see signs as we get on.
He changed the manners and customs; while he stayed, famine was unknown;
the harvests were abundant, and happiness universal. Above all, he
taught the princes wisdom in their government. If to-day the Aztec
Empire is the strongest in the world, it is owing to Quetzal'. Where he
came from, or how long he stayed, is not known. The people and their
governors after a time proved ungrateful, and banished him; they also
overthrew his religion, and set up idols again, and sacrificed men, both
of which he had prohibited. Driven away, he went to Cholula; thence to
the sea-coast, where, it is said, he built him a canoe of
serpent-skins, and departed for Tlapallan, a heaven lying somewhere
toward the rising sun. But before he went, he promised to return some
day, and wrest away the Empire and restore his own religion. In
appearance he was not like our race; his skin was white, his hair long
and wavy and black. He is said to have been wise as a god, and more
beautiful than men. Such is his history; and, as the prophecy has it,
the time of his return is at hand. The king and Tlalac, the
_teotuctli_,[5] are looking for him; they expect him every hour, and,
they say, live in continued dread of him. Wishing to propitiate him,
they have called the people together, and celebrate to-morrow, with
sacrifices and combats and more pomp than was ever seen before, not
excepting the time of the king's coronation."

The hunter listened closely, and at the conclusion said, "Thank you,
uncle. Tell me now of the combats."

"Yes. In the days of the first kings it was the custom to go into the
temples, choose the bravest warriors there set apart for sacrifice,
bring them into the _tianguez_, and make them do battle in the presence
of the people. If they conquered, they were set free and sent home with
presents."[6]

"With whom did they combat?"

"True enough, my son. The fight was deemed a point of honor amongst the
Aztecs, and the best of them volunteered. Indeed, those were royal
times! Of late, I am sorry to say, the custom of which I was speaking
has been neglected, but to-morrow it is to be revived. The scene will be
very grand. The king and all the nobles will be there."

The description excited the listener's fancy, and he said, with flushed
cheeks, "I would not lose the chance for the world. Can you tell me who
of the Aztecs will combat?"

"In the city we could easily find out; but you must recollect I am going
home after a long absence. The shields of the combatants are always
exhibited in the _tianguez_ the evening before the day of the fight. In
that way the public are notified beforehand of those who take the field.
As the city is full of caciques, you may be assured our champions will
be noble."

"Thank you again, uncle. And now, as one looking for service, like
myself, is anxious to know with whom to engage, tell me of the caciques
and chiefs."

"Then you intend entering the army?"

"Well, yes. I am tired of hunting; and though trading is honorable, I
have no taste for it."

The merchant, as if deliberating, took out a box of snuff and helped
himself; and then he replied,--

"The caciques are very numerous; in no former reign, probably, were
there so many of ability and renown. With some of them I have personal
acquaintance; others I know only by sight or reputation. You had better
mention those of whom you have been thinking."

"Well," said the hunter, "there is Iztlil', the Tezcucan."[7]

"Do not think of him, I pray you!" And the good man spoke earnestly. "He
is brave as any, and perhaps as skilful, but proud, haughty, soured, and
treacherous. Everybody fears him. I suppose you have heard of his
father."

"You mean the wise 'Hualpilli?"

"Yes. Upon his death, not long since, Iztlil' denied his brother's right
to the Tezcucan throne. There was a quarrel which would have ended in
blood, had not Montezuma interfered, and given the city to Cacama, and
all the northern part of the province to Iztlil'. Since that, the latter
has been discontented with the great king. So, I say again, do not think
of him, unless you are careless about honor."

"Then what of Cacama?[8] Tezcuco is a goodly city."

"He has courage, but is too effeminate to be a great warrior. A garden
and a soft couch delight him more than camps, and dancing women better
than fighting men. You might grow rich with him, but not renowned. Look
elsewhere."

"Then there is the lord Cuitlahua."[9]

"The king's brother, and governor of Iztapalapan!" said the merchant,
promptly. "Some have thought him better qualified for Chapultepec than
Montezuma, but it is not wise to say so. His people are prosperous, and
he has the most beautiful gardens in the world; unlike Cacama, he cares
nothing for them, when there is a field to be fought. Considering his
influence at court and his love of war, you would do well to bear shield
for him; but, on the other hand, he is old. Were I in your place, my
son, I would attach myself to some young man."

"That brings me to Maxtla, the Tesoyucan."

"I know him only by repute. With scarcely a beard, he is chief of the
king's guard. There was never anything like his fortune. Listen now, I
will tell you a secret which may be of value to you some time. The king
is not as young as he used to be by quite forty summers."

The hunter smiled at the caution with which the old man spoke of the
monarch.

"You see," the speaker continued, "time and palace life have changed
him: he no longer leads the armies; his days are passed in the temples
with the priests, or in the gardens with his women, of whom there are
several hundreds; his most active amusement now is to cross the lake to
his forests, and kill birds and rabbits by blowing little arrows at them
through a reed. Thus changed, you can very well understand how he can be
amused by songs and wit, and make favorites of those who best lighten
his hours of satiety and indolence. In that way Maxtla rose,--a
marvellous courtier, but a very common soldier."

The description amused the young man, but he said gravely, "You have
spoken wisely, uncle, and I am satisfied you know the men well. Really,
I had no intention of entering the suite of either of them: they are not
of my ideal; but there is a cacique, if reports are to be credited,
beyond all exception,--learned and brave, honored alike by high and
low."

"Ah! you need not name him to me. I know him, as who does not?" And now
the merchant spoke warmly. "A nobler than Guatamozin,[10]--or, as he is
more commonly called, the 'tzin Guatamo--never dwelt in Anahuac. He is
the people's friend, and the Empire's hope. His valor and wisdom,--ah,
you should see him, my son! Such a face! His manner is so full of sweet
dignity! But I will give you other evidence."

He clapped his hands three times, and a soldier sprang forward at the
signal.

"Do you know the 'tzin Guatamo?" asked the merchant.

"I am an humble soldier, my master, and the 'tzin is the great king's
nephew; but I know him. When he was only a boy, I served under him in
Tlascala. He is the best chief in Anahuac."

"That will do."

The man retired.

"So I might call up my _tamanes_," the merchant resumed, "and not one
but would speak of him in the same way."

"Strange!" said the Tihuancan, in a low tone.

"No; if you allude to his popularity, it is not strange: if you mean the
man himself, you are right. The gods seldom give the qualities that
belong to him. He is more learned than Tlalac or the king; he is
generous as becomes a prince; in action he is a hero. You have probably
heard of the Tlascalan wall in the eastern valley;[11] few warriors ever
passed it and lived; yet he did so when almost a boy. I myself have
seen him send an arrow to the heart of an eagle in its flight. He has a
palace and garden in Iztapalapan; in one of the halls stand the figures
of three kings, two of Michuaca, and one of the Ottomies. He took them
prisoners in battle, and now they hold torches at his feasts."

"Enough, enough!" cried the hunter. "I have been dreaming of him while
among the hills. I want no better leader."

The merchant cast an admiring glance at his beaming countenance, and
said, "You are right; enter his service."

In such manner the conversation was continued, until the sun fast
declined towards the western mountains. Meantime, they had passed
through several hamlets and considerable towns. In nearly the whole
progress, the way on either hand had been lined with plantations.
Besides the presence of a busy, thriving population, they everywhere saw
evidences of a cultivation and science, constituting the real
superiority of the Aztecs over their neighbors. The country was thus
preparing the stranger for the city, unrivalled in splendor and beauty.
Casting a look toward the sun, he at length said, "Uncle, I have much to
thank you for,--you and your friends. But it is growing late, and I must
hurry on, if I would see the _tianguez_ before the market closes."

"Very well," returned the old trader. "We will be in the city to-morrow.
The gods go with you!"

Whistling to his ocelot, the adventurer quickened his pace, and was soon
far in the advance.

FOOTNOTES:

[4] In Aztec mythology, God of the Air.

[5] Equivalent to Pontiff or Pope.

[6] Sahagun, Hist. de Nueva Esp.

[7] Ixtlilxochitl, son of Nezahualpilli, king of Tezcuco.

[8] King of Tezcuco.

[9] See Prescott's Conq. of Mexico.

[10] Guatamozin, nephew to Montezuma. Of him Bernal Diaz says: "This
monarch was between twenty-three and twenty-four years of age,
and could in all truth be called a handsome man, both as regards
his countenance and figure. His face was rather of an elongated
form, with a cheerful look; his eye had great expression, both
when he assumed a majestic expression, or when he looked
pleasantly around; the color of his face inclined to white more
than to the copper-brown tint of the Indians in general."--DIAZ,
_Conquest of Mexico_, Lockhart's Trans., Vol. IV., p. 110.

[11] Prescott's Conq. of Mexico, Vol. I., p. 417.

CHAPTER III.

A CHALLENGE.

In the valley of Anahuac, at the time I write, are four
lakes,--Xaltocan, Chalco, Xochichalco, and Tezcuco. The latter, besides
being the largest, washed the walls of Tenochtitlan, and was the
especial pride of the Aztecs, who, familiar with its ways as with the
city, traversed them all the days of the year, and even the nights.

"Ho, there!" shouted a _voyageur_, in a voice that might have been heard
a long distance over the calm expanse of the lake. "Ho, the canoe!"

The hail was answered.

"Is it Guatamozin?" asked the first speaker.

"Yes."

"And going to Tenochtitlan?"

"The gods willing,--yes."

The canoes of the _voyageurs_--I use that term because it more nearly
expresses the meaning of the word the Aztecs themselves were wont to
apply to persons thus abroad--were, at the time, about the middle of the
little sea. After the 'tzin's reply, they were soon alongside, when
lashings were applied, and together they swept on rapidly, for the
slaves at the paddles vied in skill and discipline.

"Iztlil', of Tezcuco!" said the 'tzin, lightly. "He is welcome; but had
a messenger asked me where at this hour he would most likely be found, I
should have bade him search the _chinampas_, especially those most
notable for their perfume and music."

The speech was courteous, yet the moment of reply was allowed to pass.
The 'tzin waited until the delay excited his wonder.

"There is a rumor of a great battle with the Tlascalans," he said again,
this time with a direct question. "Has my friend heard of it?"

"The winds that carry rumors seldom come to me," answered Iztlil'.

"Couriers from Tlascala pass directly through your capital--"

The Tezcucan laid his hand on the speaker's shoulder.

"My capital!" he said. "Do you speak of the city of Tezcuco?"

The 'tzin dashed the hand away, and arose, saying, "Your meaning is dark
in this dimness of stars."

"Be seated," said the other.

"If I sit, is it as friend or foe?"

"Hear me; then be yourself the judge."

The Aztec folded his cloak about him and resumed his seat, very
watchful.

"Montezuma, the king--"

"Beware! The great king is my kinsman, and I am his faithful subject."

The Tezcucan continued. "In the valley the king is next to the gods; yet
to his nephew I say I hate him, and will teach him that my hate is no
idleness, like a passing love. 'Tzin, a hundred years ago our races were
distinct and independent. The birds of the woods, the winds of the
prairie, were not more free than the people of Tezcuco. We had our
capital, our temples, our worship, and our gods; we celebrated our own
festivals, our kings commanded their own armies, our priesthood
prescribed their own sacrifices. But where now are king, country, and
gods? Alas! you have seen the children of 'Hualpilli, of the blood of
the Acolhuan, suppliants of Montezuma, the Aztec." And, as if overcome
by the recollection, he burst into apostrophe. "I mourn thee, O Tezcuco,
garden of my childhood, palace of my fathers, inheritance of my right!
Against me are thy gates closed. The stars may come, and as of old
garland thy towers with their rays; but in thy echoing halls and
princely courts never, never shall I be known again!"

The silence that ensued, the 'tzin was the first to break.

"You would have me understand," he said, "that the king has done you
wrong. Be it so. But, for such cause, why quarrel with me?"

"Ah, yes!" answered the Tezcucan, in an altered voice. "Come closer,
that the slaves may not hear."

The Aztec kept his attitude of dignity. Yet lower Iztlil' dropped his
voice.

"The king has a daughter whom he calls Tula, and loves as the light of
his palace."

The 'tzin started, but held his peace.

"You know her?" continued the Tezcucan.

"Name her not!" said Guatamozin, passionately.

"Why not? I love her, and but for you, O 'tzin, she would have loved me.
You, too, have done me wrong."

With thoughts dark as the waters he rode, the Aztec looked long at the
light of fire painted on the sky above the distant city.

"Is Guatamozin turned woman?" asked Iztlil', tauntingly.

"Tula is my cousin. We have lived the lives of brother and sister. In
hall, in garden, on the lake, always together, I could not help loving
her."

"You mistake me," said the other. "I seek her for wife, but you seek her
for ambition; in her eyes you see only her father's throne."

Then the Aztec's manner changed, and he assumed the mastery.

"Enough, Tezcucan! I listened calmly while you reviled the king, and
now I have somewhat to say. In your youth the wise men prophesied evil
from you; they said you were ingrate and blasphemer then: your whole
life has but verified their judgment. Well for your royal father and his
beautiful city had he cut you off as they counselled him to do. Treason
to the king,--defiance to me! By the holy Sun, for each offence you
should answer me shield to shield! But I recollect that I am neither
priest to slay a victim nor officer to execute the law. I mourn a feud,
still more the blood of countrymen shed by my hand; yet the wrongs shall
not go unavenged or without challenge. To-morrow is the sacrifice to
Quetzal'. There will be combat with the best captives in the temples;
the arena will be in the _tianguez_; Tenochtitlan, and all the valley,
and all the nobility of the Empire, will look on. Dare you prove your
kingly blood? I challenge the son of 'Hualpilli to share the danger with
me."

The cacique was silent, and the 'tzin did not disturb him. At his order,
however, the slaves bent their dusky forms, and the vessels sped on,
like wingless birds.

CHAPTER IV.

TENOCHTITLAN AT NIGHT.

The site of the city of Tenochtitlan was chosen by the gods. In the
southwestern border of Lake Tezcuco, one morning in 1300, a wandering
tribe of Aztecs saw an eagle perched, with outspread wings, upon a
cactus, and holding a serpent in its talons. At a word from their
priests, they took possession of the marsh, and there stayed their
migration and founded the city: such is the tradition. As men love to
trace their descent back to some storied greatness, nations delight to
associate the gods with their origin.

Originally the Aztecs were barbarous. In their southern march, they
brought with them only their arms and a spirit of sovereignty. The
valley of Anahuac, when they reached it, was already peopled; in fact,
had been so for ages. The cultivation and progress they found and
conquered there reacted upon them. They grew apace; and as they carried
their shields into neighboring territory, as by intercourse and commerce
they crept from out their shell of barbarism, as they strengthened in
opulence and dominion, they repudiated the reeds and rushes of which
their primal houses were built, and erected enduring temples and
residences of Oriental splendor.

Under the smiles of the gods, whom countless victims kept propitiated,
the city threw abroad its arms, and, before the passage of a century,
became the emporium of the valley. Its people climbed the mountains
around, and, in pursuit of captives to grace their festivals, made the
conquest of "Mexico." Then the kings began to centralize. They made
Tenochtitlan their capital; under their encouragement, the arts grew and
flourished; its market became famous; the nobles and privileged orders
made it their dwelling-place; wealth abounded; as a consequence, a vast
population speedily filled its walls and extended them as required. At
the coming of the "conquistadores," it contained sixty thousand houses
and three hundred thousand souls. Its plat testifies to a high degree of
order and regularity, with all the streets running north and south, and
intersected by canals, so as to leave quadrilateral blocks. An ancient
map, exhibiting the city proper, presents the face of a checker-board,
each square, except those of some of the temples and palaces, being
meted with mathematical certainty.

Such was the city the 'tzin and the cacique were approaching. Left of
them, half a league distant, lay the towers and embattled gate of Xoloc.
On the horizon behind paled the fires of Iztapalapan, while those of
Tenochtitlan at each moment threw brighter hues into the sky, and more
richly empurpled the face of the lake. In mid air, high over all others,
like a great torch, blazed the pyre of Huitzil'.[12] Out on the sea, the
course of the _voyageurs_ was occasionally obstructed by _chinampas_ at
anchor, or afloat before the light wind; nearer the walls, the floating
gardens multiplied until the passage was as if through an archipelago in
miniature. From many of them poured the light of torches; others gave to
the grateful sense the melody of flutes and blended voices; while over
them the radiance from the temples fell softly, revealing white
pavilions, orange-trees, flowering shrubs, and nameless varieties of the
unrivalled tropical vegetation. A breeze, strong enough to gently ripple
the lake, hovered around the undulating retreats, scattering a largesse
of perfume, and so ministering to the voluptuous floramour of the
locality.

As the _voyageurs_ proceeded, the city, rising to view, underwent a
number of transformations. At first, amidst the light of its own
fires,[13] it looked like a black sea-shore; directly its towers and
turrets became visible, some looming vaguely and dark, others glowing
and purpled, the whole magnified by the dim duplication below; then it
seemed like a cloud, one half kindled by the sun, the other obscured by
the night. As they swept yet nearer, it changed to the likeness of a
long, ill-defined wall, over which crept a hum wing-like and
strange,--the hum of myriad life.

In silence still they hurried forward. Vessels like their own, but with
lanterns of stained _aguave_ at the prows, seeking some favorite
_chinampa_, sped by with benisons from the crews. At length they reached
the wall, and, passing through an interval that formed the outlet of a
canal, entered the city. Instantly the water became waveless; houses
encompassed them; lights gleamed across their way; the hum that hovered
over them while out on the lake realized itself in the voices of men and
the notes of labor.

Yet farther into the city, the light from the temples increased. From
towers, turreted like a Moresco castle, they heard the night-watchers
proclaiming the hour. Canoes, in flocks, darted by them, decked with
garlands, and laden with the wealth of a merchant, or the trade of a
market-man, or full of revellers singing choruses to the stars or to the
fair denizens of the palaces. Here and there the canal was bordered with
sidewalks of masonry, and sometimes with steps leading from the water up
to a portal, about which were companies whose flaunting, parti-colored
costumes, brilliant in the mellowed light, had all the appearance of
Venetian masqueraders.

At last the canoes gained the great street that continued from the
causeway at the south through the whole city; then the Tezcucan touched
the 'tzin, and said,--

"The son of 'Hualpilli accepts the challenge, Aztec. In the _tianguez_
to-morrow."

Without further speech, the foemen leaped on the landing, and separated.

FOOTNOTES:

[12] The God of War,--aptly called the "Mexican Mars."

[13] There was a fire for each altar in the temples which was
inextinguishable; and so numerous were the altars, and so
brilliant their fires, that they kept the city illuminated
throughout the darkest nights. Prescott, Conq. of Mexico, Vol.
I., p 72.

CHAPTER V.

THE CHILD OF THE TEMPLE.

There were two royal palaces in the city; one built by Axaya', the other
by Montezuma, the reigning king, who naturally preferred his own
structure, and so resided there. It was a low, irregular pile, embracing
not only the king's abode proper, but also quarters for his guard, and
edifices for an armory, an aviary, and a menagerie. Attached to it was a
garden, adorned with the choicest shrubbery and plants, with fruit and
forest trees, with walks strewn with shells, and fountains of pure water
conducted from the reservoir of Chapultepec.

At night, except when the moon shone, the garden was lighted with lamps;
and, whether in day or night, it was a favorite lounging-place. During
fair evenings, particularly, its walks, of the whiteness of snow, were
thronged by nobles and courtiers.

Shortly after the arrival of Iztlil' and Guatamozin, a party, mostly of
the sons of provincial governors kept at the palace as hostages, were
gathered in the garden, under a canopy used to shield a fountain from
the noonday sun. The place was fairly lighted, the air fresh with the
breath of flowers, and delightful with the sound of falling water.

Maxtla, chief of the guard, was there, his juvenility well hidden under
an ostentatious display. That he was "a very common soldier" in the
opinion of the people was of small moment: he had the king's ear; and
that, without wit and courtierly tact, would have made him what he
was,--the oracle of the party around him.

In the midst of his gossip, Iztlil', the Tezcucan, came suddenly to the
fountain. He coldly surveyed the assembly. Maxtla alone saluted him.

"Will the prince of Tezcuco be seated?" said the chief.

"The place is pleasant, and the company looks inviting," returned
Iztlil', grimly.

Since his affair with Guatamozin, he had donned the uniform of an Aztec
chieftain. Over his shoulders was carelessly flung a crimson
_tilmatli_,--a short, square cloak, fantastically embroidered with gold,
and so sprinkled with jewels as to flash at every movement; his body was
wrapped closely in an _escaupil_, or tunic, of cotton lightly quilted,
over which, and around his waist, was a _maxtlatl_, or sash, inseparable
from the warrior. A casque of silver, thin, burnished, and topped with
plumes, surmounted his head. His features were gracefully moulded, and
he would have been handsome but that his complexion was deepened by
black, frowning eyebrows. He was excessively arrogant; though sometimes,
when deeply stirred by passion, his manner rose into the royal. His
character I leave to history.

"I have just come from Iztapalapan," he said, as he sat upon the
proffered stool. "The lake is calm, the way was very pleasant, I had the
'tzin Guatamo' for comrade."

"You were fortunate. The 'tzin is good company," said Maxtla.

Iztlil' frowned, and became silent.

"To-morrow," continued the courtier, upon whom the discontent, slight as
it was, had not been lost, "is the sacrifice to Quetzal'. I am reminded,
gracious prince, that, at a recent celebration, you put up a thousand
cocoa,[14] to be forfeited if you failed to see the daughter of Mualox,
the paba. If not improper, how runs the wager, and what of the result?"

The cacique shrugged his broad shoulders.

"The man trembles!" whispered one of the party.

"Well he may! Old Mualox is more than a man."

Maxtla bowed and laughed. "Mualox is a magician; the stars deal with
him. And my brother will not speak, lest he may cover the sky of his
fortune with clouds."

"No," said the Tezcucan, proudly; "the wager was not a sacrilege to the
paba or his god; if it was, the god, not the man, should be a warrior's
fear."

"Does Maxtla believe Mualox a prophet?" asked Tlahua, a noble Otompan.

"The gods have power in the sun; why not on earth?"

"You do not like the paba," observed Iztlil', gloomily.

"Who has seen him, O prince, and thought of love? And the walls and
towers of his dusty temple,--are they not hung with dread, as the sky on
a dark day with clouds?"

The party, however they might dislike the cacique, could not listen
coldly to this conversation. They were mostly of that mystic race of
Azatlan, who, ages before, had descended into the valley, like an
inundation, from the north; the race whose religion was founded upon
credulity; the race full of chivalry, but horribly governed by a crafty
priesthood. None of them disbelieved in star-dealing. So every eye fixed
on the Tezcucan, every ear drank the musical syllables of Maxtla. They
were startled when the former said abruptly,--

"Comrades, the wrath of the old paba is not to be lightly provoked; he
has gifts not of men. But, as there is nothing I do not dare, I will
tell the story."

The company now gathered close around the speaker.

"Probably you have all heard," he began, "that Mualox keeps in his
temple somewhere a child or woman too beautiful to be mortal. The story
may be true; yet it is only a belief; no eye has seen footprint or
shadow of her. A certain lord in the palace, who goes thrice a week to
the shrine of Quetzal', has faith in the gossip and the paba. He says
the mystery is Quetzal' himself, already returned, and waiting,
concealed in the temple, the ripening of the time when he is to burst in
vengeance on Tenochtitlan. I heard him talking about it one day, and
wagered him a thousand cocoa that, if there was such a being I would see
her before the next sacrifice to Quetzal'."

The Tezcucan hesitated.

"Is the believer to boast himself wealthier by the wager?" said Maxtla,
profoundly interested. "A thousand cocoa would buy a jewel or a slave:
surely, O prince, surely they were worth the winning!"

Iztlil' frowned again, and said bitterly, "A thousand cocoa I cannot
well spare; they do not grow on my hard northern hills like flowers in
Xochimilco. I did my best to save the wager. Old habit lures me to the
great _teocallis_;[15] for I am of those who believe that a warrior's
worship is meet for no god but Huitzil'. But, as the girl was supposed
to be down in the cells of the old temple, and none but Mualox could
satisfy me, I began going there, thinking to bargain humilities for
favor. I played my part studiously, if not well; but no offering of
tongue or gold ever won me word of friendship or smile of confidence.
Hopeless and weary, I at last gave up, and went back to the _teocallis_.
But now hear my parting with the paba. A short time ago a mystery was
enacted in the temple. At the end, I turned to go away, determined that
it should be my last visit. At the eastern steps, as I was about
descending, I felt a hand laid on my arm. It was Mualox; and not more
terrible looks Tlalac when he has sacrificed a thousand victims. There
was no blood on his hands; his beard and surplice were white and
stainless; the terror was in his eyes, that seemed to burn and shoot
lightning. You know, good chief, that I could have crushed him with a
blow; yet I trembled. Looking back now, I cannot explain the awe that
seized me. I remember how my will deserted me,--how another's came in
its stead. With a glance he bound me hand and foot. While I looked at
him, he dilated, until I was covered by his shadow. He magnified himself
into the stature of a god. 'Prince of Tezcuco,' he said, 'son of the
wise 'Hualpilli, from the sun Quetzal' looks down on the earth. Alike
over land and sea he looks. Before him space melts into a span, and
darkness puts on the glow of day. Did you think to deceive my god, O
prince?' I could not answer; my tongue was like stone. 'Go hence, go
hence!' he cried, waving his hand. 'Your presence darkens his mood. His
wrath is on your soul; he has cursed you. Hence, abandoned of the gods!'
So saying, he went back to the tower again, and my will returned, and I
fled. And now," said the cacique, turning suddenly and sternly upon his
hearers, "who will deny the magic of Mualox? How may I be assured that
his curse that day spoken was not indeed a curse from Quetzal'?"

There was neither word nor laugh,--not even a smile. The gay Maxtla
appeared infected with a sombreness of spirit; and it was not long until
the party broke up, and went each his way.

FOOTNOTES:

[14] The Aztec currency consisted of bits of tin, in shape like a
capital T, of quills of gold-dust, and of bags of cocoa,
containing a stated number of grains. Sahagun, Hist. de Nueva
Esp.

[15] Temple. The term appears to have applied particularly to the
temples of the god Huitzil'.--TR.

CHAPTER VI.

THE CÛ OF QUETZAL', AND MUALOX, THE PABA.

Over the city from temple to temple passed the wail of the watchers, and
a quarter of the night was gone. Few heard the cry without pleasure; for
to-morrow was Quetzal's day, which would bring feasting, music, combat,
crowd, and flowers.

Among others the proclamation of the passing time was made from a temple
in the neighborhood of the Tlateloco _tianguez_, or market-place, which
had been built by one of the first kings of Tenochtitlan, and, like all
edifices of that date properly called Cûs, was of but one story, and had
but one tower. At the south its base was washed by a canal; on all the
other sides it was enclosed by stone walls high, probably, as a man's
head. The three sides so walled were bounded by streets, and faced by
houses, some of which were higher than the Cû itself, and adorned with
beautiful porticos. The canal on the south ran parallel with the
Tlacopan causeway, and intersected the Iztapalapan street at a point
nearly half a mile above the great pyramid.

The antique pile thus formed a square of vast extent. According to the
belief that there were blessings in the orient rays of the sun, the
front was to the east, where a flight of steps, wide as the whole
building, led from the ground to the _azoteas_, a paved area
constituting the roof, crowned in the centre by a round tower of wood
most quaintly carved with religious symbols. Entering the door of the
tower, the devotee might at once kneel before the sacred image of
Quetzal'.

A circuitous stairway outside the tower conducted to its summit, where
blazed the fire. Another flight of steps about midway the tower and the
western verge of the _azoteas_ descended into a court-yard, around
which, in the shade of a colonnade, were doors and windows of habitable
apartments and passages leading far into the interior. And there,
shrouded in a perpetual twilight and darkness, once slept, ate, prayed,
and studied or dreamed the members of a fraternity powerful as the
Templars and gloomy as the Fratres Minores.

The interior was cut into rooms, and long, winding halls, and countless
cellular dens.

Such was the Cû of Quetzal',--stern, sombre, and massive as in its first
days; unchanged in all save the prosperity of its priesthood and the
popularity of its shrine. Time was when every cell contained its
votaries, and kings, returning from battle, bowed before the altar. But
Montezuma had built a new edifice, and set up there a new idol; and as
if a king could better make a god than custom, the people abandoned the
old ones to desuetude. Up in the ancient cupola, however, sat the image
said to have been carved by Quetzal's own hand. Still the fair face
looked out benignly on its realm of air; carelessly the winds waved "the
plumes of fire" that decked its awful head; and one stony hand yet
grasped a golden sceptre, while the other held aloft the painted
shield,--symbols of its dominion.[16] But the servitors and surpliced
mystics were gone; the cells were very solitudes; the last paba lingered
to protect the image and its mansion, all unwitting how, in his
faithfulness of love, he himself had assumed the highest prerogative of
a god.

The fire from the urn on the tower flashed a red glow down over the
_azoteas_, near a corner of which Mualox stood, his beard white and
flowing as his surplice. Thought of days palmier for himself and more
glorious for his temple and god struggled to his lips.

"Children of Azatlan, ye have strayed from his shrine, and dust is on
his shield. The temple is of his handiwork, but its chambers are
voiceless; the morning comes and falls asleep on its steps, and no foot
disturbs it, no one seeks its blessings. Where is the hymn of the choir?
Where the prayer? Where the holiness that rested, like a spell, around
the altar? Is the valley fruitless, and are the gardens without flowers,
that he should be without offering or sacrifice?... Ah! well ye know
that the day is not distant when he will glister again in the valley;
when he will come, not as of old he departed, the full harvest quick
ripening in his footsteps, but with the power of Mictlan,[17] the owl on
his skirt, and death in his hand. Return, O children, and Tenochtitlan
may yet live!"

In the midst of his pleadings there was a clang of sandalled feet on the
pavement, and two men came near him, and stopped. One of them wore the
hood and long black gown of a priest; the other the full military
garb,--burnished casque crested with plumes, a fur-trimmed _tilmatli_,
_escaupil_, and _maxtlatl_, and sandals the thongs of which were
embossed with silver. He also carried a javelin, and a shield with an
owl painted on its face. Indeed, one will travel far before finding,
among Christians or unbelievers, his peer. He was then not more than
twenty-five years old, tall and nobly proportioned, and with a bearing
truly royal. In Spain I have seen eyes as large and lustrous, but none
of such power and variety of expression. His complexion was merely the
brown of the sun. Though very masculine, his features, especially when
the spirit was in repose, were softened by an expression unusually
gentle and attractive. Such was the 'tzin Guatamo', or, as he is more
commonly known in history, Guatamozin,--the highest, noblest type of his
race, blending in one its genius and heroism, with but few of its
debasements.

"Mualox," said the priestly stranger.

The paba turned, and knelt, and kissed the pavement.

"O king, pardon your slave! He was dreaming of his country."

"No slave of mine, but Quetzal's. Up, Mualox!" said Montezuma, throwing
back the hood that covered his head. "Holy should be the dust that
mingles in your beard!"

And the light from the tower shone full on the face of him,--the priest
of lore profound, and monarch wise of thought, for whom Heaven was
preparing a destiny most memorable among the melancholy episodes of
history.

A slight mustache shaded his upper lip, and thin, dark beard covered his
chin and throat; his nose was straight; his brows curved archly; his
forehead was broad and full, while he seemed possessed of height and
strength. His neck was round, muscular, and encircled by a collar of
golden wires. His manner was winsome, and he spoke to the kneeling man
in a voice clear, distinct, and sufficiently emphatic for the king he
was.[18]

Mualox arose, and stood with downcast eyes, and hands crossed over his
breast.

"Many a coming of stars it has been," he said, "since the old shrine has
known the favor of gift from Montezuma. Gloom of clouds in a vale of
firs is not darker than the mood of Quetzal'; but to the poor paba, your
voice, O king, is welcome as the song of the river in the ear of the
thirsty."

The king looked up at the fire on the tower.

"Why should the mood of Quetzal' be dark? A new _teocallis_ holds his
image. His priests are proud; and they say he is happy, and that when he
comes from the golden land his canoe will be full of blessings."

Mualox sighed, and when he ventured to raise his eyes to the king's,
they were wet with tears.

"O king, have you forgotten that chapter of the _teoamoxtli_,[19] in
which is written how this Cû was built, and its first fires lighted, by
Quetzal' himself? The new pyramid may be grand; its towers may be
numberless, and its fires far reaching as the sun itself; but hope not
that will satisfy the god, while his own house is desolate. In the name
of Quetzal', I, his true servant, tell you, never again look for smile
from Tlapallan."

The paba's speech was bold, and the king frowned; but in the eyes of the
venerable man there was the unaccountable fascination mentioned by
Iztlil'.

"I remember the Mualox of my father's day; surely he was not as you
are!" Then, laying his hand on the 'tzin's arm, the monarch added, "Did
you not say the holy man had something to tell me?"

Mualox answered, "Even so, O king! Few are the friends left the paba,
now that his religion and god are mocked; but the 'tzin is faithful. At
my bidding he went to the palace. Will Montezuma go with his servant?"

"Where?"

"Only into the Cû."

The monarch faltered.

"Dread be from you!" said Mualox. "Think you it is as hard to be
faithful to a king as to a god whom even he has abandoned?"

Montezuma was touched. "Let us go," he said to the 'tzin.

FOOTNOTES:

[16] Sahagun, Hist. de Nueva Esp.

[17] The Mexican Hell. The owl was the symbol of the Devil, whose
name signifies "the rational owl."

[18] Bernal Diaz, Hist. de la Conquista.

[19] The Divine Book, or Bible. Ixtlil's Relaciones M.S.

CHAPTER VII.

THE PROPHECY ON THE WALL.

Mualox led them into the tower. The light of purpled lamps filled the
sacred place, and played softly around the idol, before which they
bowed. Then he took a light from the altar, and conducted them to the
_azoteas_, and down into the court-yard, from whence they entered a hall
leading on into the Cû.

The way was labyrinthine, and both the king and the 'tzin became
bewildered; they only knew that they descended several stairways, and
walked a considerable distance; nevertheless, they submitted themselves
entirely to their guide, who went forward without hesitancy. At last he
stopped; and, by the light which he held up for the purpose, they saw in
a wall an aperture roughly excavated, and large enough to admit them
singly.

"You have read the Holy Book, wise king," said Mualox. "Can you not
recall its saying that, before the founding of Tenochtitlan, a Cû was
begun, with chambers to lie under the bed of the lake? Especially, do
you not remember the declaration that, in some of those chambers,
besides a store of wealth so vast as to be beyond the calculation of
men, there were prophecies to be read, written on the walls by a god?"

"I remember it," said the king.

"Give me faith, then, and I will show you all you there read."

Thereupon the paba stepped into the aperture, saying,--

"Mark! I am now standing under the eastern wall of the old Cû."

[Illustration: A CLANG OF SANDALED FEET]

He passed through, and they followed him, and were amazed.

"Look around, O king! You are in one of the chambers mentioned in the
Holy Book."

The light penetrated but a short distance, so that Montezuma could form
no idea of the extent of the apartment. He would have thought it a great
natural cavern but for the floor smoothly paved with alternate red and
gray flags, and some massive stone blocks rudely piled up in places to
support the roof.

As they proceeded, Mualox said, "On every side of us there are rooms
through which we might go till, in stormy weather, the waves of the lake
can be heard breaking overhead."

In a short time they again stopped.

"We are nearly there. Son of a king, is your heart strong?" said Mualox,
solemnly.

Montezuma made no answer.

"Many a time," continued the paba, "your glance has rested on the tower
of the old Cû, then flashed to where, in prouder state, your pyramids
rise. You never thought the gray pile you smiled at was the humblest of
all Quetzal's works. Can a man, though a king, outdo a god?"

"I never thought so, I never thought so!"

But the mystic did not notice the deprecation.

"See," he said, speaking louder, "the pride of man says, I will build
upward that the sun may show my power; but the gods are too great for
pride; so the sun shines not on their especial glories, which as
frequently lie in the earth and sea as in the air and heavens. O mighty
king! You crush the worm under your sandal, never thinking that its
humble life is more wonderful than all your temples and state. It was
the same folly that laughed at the simple tower of Quetzal', which has
mysteries--"

"Mysteries!" said the king.

"I will show you wealth enough to restock the mines and visited valleys
with all their plundered gold and jewels."

"You are dreaming, paba."

"Come, then; let us see!"

They moved past some columns, and came before a great, arched doorway,
through which streamed a brilliance like day.

"Now, let your souls be strong!"

They entered the door, and for a while were blinded by the glare, and
could see only the floor covered with grains of gold large as wheat.
Moving on, they came to a great stone table, and stopped.

"You wonder; and so did I, until I was reminded that a god had been
here. Look up, O king! look up, and see the handiwork of Quetzal'!"

The chamber was broad and square. The obstruction of many pillars,
forming the stay of the roof, was compensated by their lightness and
wonderful carving. Lamps, lit by Mualox in anticipation of the royal
coming, blazed in all quarters. The ceiling was covered with
lattice-work of shining white and yellow metals, the preciousness of
which was palpable to eyes accustomed like the monarch's. Where the bars
crossed each other, there were fanciful representations of flowers,
wrought in gold, some of them large as shields, and garnished with
jewels that burned with star-like fires. Between the columns, up and
down ran rows of brazen tables, bearing urns and vases of the royal
metals, higher than tall men, and carved all over with gods in
_bas-relief_, not as hideous caricatures, but beautiful as love and
Grecian skill could make them. Between the vases and urns there were
heaps of rubies and pearls and brilliants, amongst which looked out
softly the familiar, pale-green lustre of the _chalchuites_, or
priceless Aztecan diamond.[20] And here and there, like guardians of the
buried beauty and treasure, statues looked down from tall pedestals,
crowned and armed, as became the kings and demi-gods of a great and
martial people. The monarch was speechless. Again and again he surveyed
the golden chamber. As if seeking an explanation, but too overwhelmed
for words, he turned to Mualox.

"And now does Montezuma believe his servant dreaming?" said the paba.
"Quetzal' directed the discovery of the chamber. I knew of it, O king,
before you were born. And here is the wealth of which I spoke. If it so
confounds you, how much more will the other mystery! I have dug up a
prophecy; from darkness plucked a treasure richer than all these. O
king, I will give you to read a message from the gods!"

The monarch's face became bloodless, and it had now not a trace of
scepticism.

"I will show you from Quetzal' himself that the end of your Empire is at
hand, and that every wind of the earth is full sown with woe to you and
yours. The writing is on the walls. Come!"

And he led the king, followed by Guatamozin, to the northern corner of
the eastern wall, on which, in square marble panels, _bas-relief_ style,
were hierograms and sculptured pictures of men, executed apparently by
the same hand that chiselled the statues in the room. The ground of the
carvings was coated with coarse gray coral, which had the effect to
bring out the white figures with marvellous perfection.

"This, O king, is the writing," said Mualox, "which begins here, and
continues around the walls. I will read, if you please to hear."

Montezuma waved his hand, and the paba proceeded.

"This figure is that of the first king of Tenochtitlan; the others are
his followers. The letters record the time of the march from the north.
Observe that the first of the writing--its commencement--is here in the
north."

After a little while, they moved on to the second panel.

"Here," said Mualox, "is represented the march of the king. It was
accompanied with battles. See, he stands with lifted javelin, his foot
on the breast of a prostrate foe. His followers dance and sound shells;
the priests sacrifice a victim. The king has won a great victory."

They stopped before the third panel.

"And here the monarch is still on the march. He is in the midst of his
warriors; no doubt the crown he is receiving is that of the ruler of a
conquered city."

This cartoon Montezuma examined closely. The chief, or king, was
distinguished by a crown in all respects like that then in the palace;
the priests, by their long gowns; and the warriors, by their arms,
which, as they were counterparts of those still in use, sufficiently
identified the wanderers. Greatly was the royal inspector troubled. And
as the paba slowly conducted him from panel to panel, he forgot the
treasure with which the chamber was stored. What he read was the story
of his race, the record of their glory. The whole eastern wall, he
found, when he had passed before it, given to illustrations of the
crusade from Azatlan, the fatherland, northward so far that corn was
gathered in the snow, and flowers were the wonder of the six weeks'
summer.

In front of the first panel on the southern wall Mualox said,--

"All we have passed is the first era in the history; this is the
beginning of the second; and the first writing on the western wall will
commence a third. Here the king stands on a rock; a priest points him to
an eagle on a cactus, holding a serpent. At last they have reached the
place where Tenochtitlan is to be founded."

The paba passed on.

"Here," he said, "are temples and palaces. The king reclines on a couch;
the city has been founded."

And before another panel,--"Look well to this, O king. A new character
is introduced; here it is before an altar, offering a sacrifice of
fruits and flowers. It is Quetzal'! In his worship, you recollect, there
is no slaughter of victims. My hands are pure of blood."

The Quetzal', with its pleasant face, flowing curls, and simple costume,
seemed to have a charm for Montezuma, for he mused over it a long time.
Some distance on, the figure again appeared, stepping into a canoe,
while the people, temples, and palaces of the city were behind it.
Mualox explained, "See, O king! The fair god is departing from
Tenochtitlan; he has been banished. Saddest of all the days was that!"

And so, the holy man interpreting, they moved along the southern wall.
Not a scene but was illustrative of some incident memorable in the
Aztecan history. And the reviewers were struck with the faithfulness of
the record not less than with the beauty of the work.

On the western wall, the first cartoon represented a young man sweeping
the steps of a temple. Montezuma paused before it amazed, and Guatamozin
for the first time cried out, "It is the king! It is the king!" The
likeness was perfect.

After that came a coronation scene. The _teotuctli_ was placing a
_panache_[21] on Montezuma's head. In the third cartoon, he was with the
army, going to battle. In the fourth, he was seated, while a man clad
in _nequen_,[22] but crowned, stood before him.

"You have grown familiar with triumphs, and it is many summers since, O
king," said Mualox; "but you have not yet forgotten the gladness of your
first conquest. Here is its record. As we go on, recall the kings who
were thus made to stand before you."

And counting as they proceeded, Montezuma found that in every cartoon
there was an additional figure crowned and in _nequen_. When they came
to the one next the last on the western wall, he said,--

"Show me the meaning of all this: here are thirty kings."

"Will the king tell his slave the number of cities he has conquered?"

He thought awhile, and replied, "Thirty."

"Then the record is faithful. It started with the first king of
Tenochtitlan; it came down to your coronation; now, it has numbered your
conquests. See you not, O king? Behind us, all the writing is of the
past; this is Montezuma and Tenochtitlan as they are: the present is
before us! Could the hand that set this chamber and carved these walls
have been a man's? Who but a god six cycles ago could have foreseen that
a son of the son of Axaya' would carry the rulers of thirty conquered
cities in his train?"

The royal visitor listened breathlessly. He began to comprehend the
writing, and thrill with fast-coming presentiments. Yet he struggled
with his fears.

"Prophecy has to do with the future," he said; "and you have shown me
nothing that the sculptors and jewellers in my palace cannot do. Would
you have me believe all this from Quetzal', show me something that is to
come."

Mualox led him to the next scene which represented the king sitting in
state; above him a canopy; his nobles and the women of his household
around him; at his feet the people; and all were looking at a combat
going on between warriors.

"You have asked for prophecy,--behold!" said Mualox.

"I see nothing," replied the king.

"Nothing! Is not this the celebration to-morrow? Since it was ordered,
could your sculptors have executed what you see?"

Back to the monarch's face stole the pallor.

"Look again, O king! You only saw yourself, your people and warriors.
But what is this?"

Walking up, he laid his finger on the representation of a man landing
from a canoe.

"The last we beheld of Quetzal'," he continued, "was on the southern
wall; his back was to Tenochtitlan, which he was leaving with a curse.
All you have heard about his promise to return is true. He himself has
written the very day, and here it is. Look! While the king, his warriors
and people, are gathered to the combat, Quetzal' steps from the canoe to
the sea-shore."

The figure in the carving was scarcely two hands high, but exquisitely
wrought. With terror poorly concealed, Montezuma recognized it.

"And now my promise is redeemed. I said I would give you to read a
message from the sun."

"Read, Mualox: I cannot."

The holy man turned to the writing, and said, with a swelling voice,
"Thus writes Quetzal' to Montezuma, the king! In the last day he will
seek to stay my vengeance; he will call together his people; there will
be combat in Tenochtitlan; but in the midst of the rejoicing I will land
on the sea-shore, and end the days of Azatlan forever."

"Forever!" said the unhappy monarch. "No, no! Read the next writing."

"There is no other; this is the last."

The eastern, southern, and western walls had been successively passed,
and interpreted. Now the king turned to the northern wall: _it was
blank!_ His eyes flashed, and he almost shouted,--

"Liar! Quetzal' may come to-morrow, but it will be as friend. There is
no curse!"

The paba humbled himself before the speaker, and said, slowly and
tearfully, "The wise king is blinded by his hope. When Quetzal' finished
this chapter, his task was done; he had recorded the last day of perfect
glory, and ceased to write because, Azatlan being now to perish, there
was nothing more to record. O unhappy king! that is the curse, and it
needed no writing!"

Montezuma shook with passion.

"Lead me hence, lead me hence!" he cried. "I will watch; and if Quetzal'
comes not on the morrow,--comes not during the celebration,--I swear to
level this temple, and let the lake into its chambers! And you, paba
though you be, I will drown you like a slave! Lead on!"

Mualox obeyed without a word. Lamp in hand, he led his visitors from the
splendid chamber up to the _azoteas_ of the ancient house. As they
descended the eastern steps, he knelt, and kissed the pavement.

FOOTNOTES:

[20] A kind of emerald, used altogether by the nobility. Sahagun,
Hist. de Nueva Esp.

[21] Or _capilli_,--the king's crown. A _panache_ was the head-dress
of a warrior.

[22] A garment of coarse white material, made from the fibre of the
aloe, and by court etiquette required to be worn by courtiers and
suitors in the king's presence. The rule appears to have been of
universal application.

CHAPTER VIII.

A BUSINESS MAN IN TENOCHTITLAN.

Xoli, the Chalcan, was supposed to be the richest citizen, exclusive of
the nobles, in Tenochtitlan. Amongst other properties, he owned a house
on the eastern side of the Tlateloco _tianguez_, or market-place; which,
whether considered architecturally, or with reference to the business to
which it was devoted, or as the device of an unassoilzied heathen, was
certainly very remarkable. Its portico had six great columns of white
marble alternating six others of green porphyry, with a roof guarded by
a parapet intricately and tastefully carved; while cushioned lounges,
heavy curtains festooned and flashing with cochineal, and a fountain of
water pure enough for the draught of a king, all within the columns,
perfected it as a retreat from the sultry summer sun.

The house thus elegantly garnished was not a _meson_, or a café, or a
theatre, or a broker's office; but rather a combination of them all, and
therefore divided into many apartments; of which one was for the sale of
beverages favorite among the wealthy and noble Aztecs,--Bacchic
inventions, with _pulque_ for chief staple, since it had the sanction of
antiquity and was mildly intoxicating; another was a restaurant, where
the _cuisine_ was only excelled at the royal table; indeed, there was a
story abroad that the king had several times borrowed the services of
the Chalcan's _artistes_; but, whether derived from the master or his
slaves, the shrewd reader will conclude from it, that the science of
advertising was known and practised as well in Tenochtitlan as in
Madrid. Nor were those all. Under the same roof were rooms for the
amusement of patrons,--for reading, smoking, and games; one in especial
for a play of hazard called _totoloque_, then very popular, because a
passion of Montezuma's. Finally, as entertainments not prohibited by the
_teotuctli_, a signal would, at any time, summon a minstrel, a juggler,
or a dancing-girl. Hardly need I say that the establishment was
successful. Always ringing with music, and of nights always resplendent
with lamps, it was always overflowing with custom.

"So old Tepaja wanted you to be a merchant," said the Chalcan, in his
full, round voice, as, comfortably seated under the curtains of his
portico, he smoked his pipe, and talked with our young friend, the
Tihuancan.

"Yes. Now that he is old, he thinks war dangerous."

"You mistake him, boy. He merely thinks with me, that there is something
more real in wealth and many slaves. As he has grown older, he has grown
wiser."

"As you will. I could not be a merchant."

"Whom did you think of serving?"

"The 'tzin Guatamo."[23]

"I know him. He comes to my portico sometimes, but not to borrow money.
You see, I frequently act as broker, and take deposits from the
merchants and securities from the spendthrift nobles; he, however, has
no vices. When not with the army, he passes the time in study; though
they do say he goes a great deal to the palace to make love to the
princess. And now that I reflect, I doubt if you can get place with
him."

"Why so?"

"Well, he keeps no idle train, and the time is very quiet. If he were
going to the frontier it would be different."

"Indeed!"

"You see, boy, he is the bravest man and best fighter in the army; and
the sensible fellows of moderate skill and ambition have no fancy for
the hot place in a fight, which is generally where he is."

"The discredit is not to him, by Our Mother!" said Hualpa, laughing.

The broker stopped to cherish the fire in his pipe,--an act which the
inexperienced consider wholly incompatible with the profound reflection
he certainly indulged. When next he spoke, it was with smoke wreathing
his round face, as white clouds sometimes wreathe the full moon.

"About an hour ago a fellow came here, and said he had heard that
Iztlil', the Tezcucan, had challenged the 'tzin to go into the arena
with him to-morrow. Not a bad thing for the god Quetzal', if all I hear
be true!"

Again the pipe, and then the continuation.

"You see, when the combat was determined on, there happened to be in the
temples two Othmies and two Tlascalans, warriors of very great report.
As soon as it became known that, by the king's choice, they were the
challengers, the young fellows about the palace shunned the sport, and
there was danger that the god would find himself without a champion. To
avoid such a disgrace, the 'tzin was coming here to-night to hang his
shield in the portico. If he and the Tezcucan both take up the fight, it
will be a great day indeed."

The silence that ensued was broken by the hunter, whom the gossip had
plunged into revery.

"I pray your pardon, Xoli; but you said, I think, that the lords hang
back from the danger. Can any one volunteer?"

"Certainly; any one who is a warrior, and is in time. Are you of that
mind?"

The Chalcan took down the pipe, and looked at him earnestly.

"If I had the arms--"

"But you know nothing about it,--not even how such combats are
conducted!"

The broker was now astonished.

"Listen to me," he said. "These combats are always in honor of some one
or more of the Aztecan gods,--generally of Huitzil', god of war. They
used to be very simple affairs. A small platform of stone, of the height
of a man, was put up in the midst of the _tianguez_, so as to be seen by
the people standing around; and upon it, in pairs, the champions fought
their duels. This, however, was too plain to suit the tastes of the last
Montezuma; and he changed the ceremony into a spectacle really honorable
and great. Now, the arena is first prepared,--a central space in a great
many rows of seats erected so as to rise one above the other. At the
proper time, the people, the priests, and the soldiers go in and take
possession of their allotted places. Some time previous, the quarters of
the prisoners taken in battle are examined and two or more of the best
of the warriors found there are chosen by the king, and put in training
for the occasion. They are treated fairly, and are told that, if they
fight and win, they shall be crowned as heroes, and returned to their
tribes. No need, I think, to tell you how brave men fight when
stimulated by hope of glory and hope of life. When chosen, their names
are published, and their shields hung up in a portico on the other side
of the square yonder; after which they are understood to be the
challengers of any equal number of warriors who dare become champions of
the god or gods in whose honor the celebration is had. Think of the
approved skill and valor of the foe; think of the thousands who will be
present; think of your own inexperience in war, and of your youth, your
stature hardly gained, your muscles hardly matured; think of everything
tending to weaken your chances of success,--and then speak to me."

Hualpa met the sharp gaze of the Chalcan steadily, and answered, "I am
thought to have some skill with the bow and _maquahuitl_. Get me the
opportunity, and I will fight."

And Xoli, who was a sincere friend, reflected awhile. "There is peril in
the undertaking, to be sure; but then he is resolved to be a warrior,
and if he survives, it is glory at once gained, fortune at once made."
Then he arose, and, smiling, said aloud, "Let us go to the portico. If
the list be not full, you shall have the arms,--yes, by the Sun! as the
lordly Aztecs swear,--the very best in Tenochtitlan."

And they lifted the curtains, and stepped into the _tianguez_.[24] The
light of the fires on the temples was hardly more in strength than the
shine of the moon; so that torches had to be set up at intervals over
the celebrated square. On an ordinary occasion, with a visitation of
forty thousand busy buyers and sellers, it was a show of merchants and
merchantable staples worthy the chief mart of an empire so notable; but
now, drawn by the double attraction of market and celebration, the
multitude that thronged it was trebly greater; yet the order was
perfect.

An officer, at the head of a patrol, passed them with a prisoner.

"Ho, Chalcan! If you would see justice done, follow me."

"Thanks, thanks, good friend; I have been before the judges too often
already."

So the preservation of the peace was no mystery.

The friends made way slowly, giving the Tihuancan time to gratify his
curiosity. He found the place like a great national fair, in which few
branches of industry were unrepresented. There were smiths who worked in
the coarser metals, and jewellers skilful as those of Europe; there
were makers and dealers in furniture, and sandals, and _plumaje_; at one
place men were disposing of fruits, flowers, and vegetables; not far
away fishermen boasted their stock caught that day in the fresh waters
of Chalco; tables of pastry and maize bread were set next the quarters
of the hunters of Xilotepec; the armorers, clothiers, and dealers in
cotton were each of them a separate host. In no land where a science has
been taught or a book written have the fine arts been dishonored; and so
in the great market of Tenochtitlan there were no galleries so rich as
those of the painters, nor was any craft allowed such space for their
exhibitions as the sculptors.

They halted an instant before a porch full of slaves. A rapid glance at
the miserable wretches, and Xoli said, pitilessly, "Bah! Mictlan has
many such. Let us go."

Farther on they came to a platform on which a band of mountebanks was
performing. Hualpa would have stayed to witness their tableaux, but Xoli
was impatient.

"You see yon barber's shop," he said; "next to it is the portico we
seek. Come on!"

At last they arrived there, and mixed with the crowd curious like
themselves.

"Ah, boy, you are too late! The list is full."

The Chalcan spoke regretfully.

Hualpa looked for himself. On a clear white wall, that fairly glistened
with the flood of light pouring upon it, he counted eight shields, or
gages of battle. Over the four to the left were picture-written,
"Othmies," "Tlascalans." They belonged to the challengers, and were
battered and stained, proving that their gathering had been in no field
of peace. The four to the right were of the Aztecs, and all bore devices
except one. A sentinel stood silently beneath them.

"Welcome, Chalcan!" said a citizen, saluting the broker. "You are in
good time to tell us the owners of the shields here."

"Of the Aztecs?"

"Yes."

"Well," said Xoli, slowly and gravely. "The shields I do not know are
few and of little note. At one time or another I have seen them all pass
my portico going to battle."

A bystander, listening, whispered to his friends,--

"The braggart! He says nothing of the times the owners passed his door
to get a pinch of his snuff."

"Or to get drunk on his abominable _pulque_," said another.

"Or to get a loan, leaving their palaces in pawn," said a third party.

But Xoli went on impressively,--

"Those two to the left belong to a surly Otompan and a girl-faced
Cholulan. They had a quarrel in the king's garden, and this is the
upshot. That other,--surely, O citizens, you know the shield of Iztlil',
the Tezcucan!"

"Yes; but its neighbor?"

"The plain shield! Its owner has a name to win. I can find you enough
such here in the market to equip an army. Say, soldier, whose gage is
that?"

The sentinel shook his head. "A page came not long ago, and asked me to
hang it up by the side of the Tezcucan's. He said not whom he served."

"Well, maybe you know the challengers."

"Two of the shields belong to a father and son of the tribe of Othmies.
In the last battle the son alone slew eight Cempoallan warriors for us.
Tlascalans, whose names I do not know, own the others."

"Do you think they will escape?" asked a citizen.

The sentinel smiled grimly, and said, "Not if it be true that yon plain
shield belongs to Guatamo, the 'tzin."

Directly a patrol, rudely thrusting the citizens aside, came to relieve
the guard. In the confusion, the Chalcan whispered to his friend, "Let
us go back. There is no chance for you in the arena to-morrow; and this
new fellow is sullen; his tongue would not wag though I promised him
drink from the king's vase."

Soon after they reached the Chalcan's portico and disappeared in the
building, the cry of the night-watchers arose from the temples, and the
market was closed. The great crowd vanished; in stall and portico the
lights were extinguished; but at once another scene equally tumultuous
usurped the _tianguez_. Thousands of half-naked _tamanes_ rushed into
the deserted place, and all night long it resounded, like a Babel, with
clamor of tongues, and notes of mighty preparation.

FOOTNOTES:

[23] _'Tzin_ was a title equivalent to _lord_ in English.
_Guatamotzin_, as compounded, signifies _Lord Guatamo_.

[24] The great market-place or square of Tlateloco. The Spaniards
called it _tianguez_. For description, see Prescott, Conq. of
Mexico, Vol. II., Book IV. Bernal Diaz's Work, Hist. de la Conq.

CHAPTER IX.

THE QUESTIONER OF THE MORNING.

When Montezuma departed from the old Cû for his palace, it was not to
sleep or rest. The revelation that so disturbed him, that held him
wordless on the street, and made him shrink from his people, wild with
the promise of pomp and combat, would not be shut out by gates and
guards; it clung to his memory, and with him stood by the fountain,
walked in the garden, and laid down on his couch. Royalty had no
medicine for the trouble; he was restless as a fevered slave, and at
times muttered prayers, pronouncing no name but Quetzal's. When the
morning approached, he called Maxtla, and bade him get ready his canoe:
from Chapultepec, the palace and tomb of his fathers, he would see the
sun rise.

From one of the westerly canals they put out. The lake was still rocking
the night on its bosom, and no light other than of the stars shone in
the east. The gurgling sound of waters parted by the rushing vessel, and
the regular dip of the paddles, were all that disturbed the brooding of
majesty abroad thus early on Tezcuco.

The canoe struck the white pebbles that strewed the landing at the
princely property just as dawn was dappling the sky. On the highest
point of the hill there was a tower from which the kings were accustomed
to observe the stars. Thither Montezuma went. Maxtla, who alone dared
follow, spread a mat for him on the tiles; kneeling upon it, and folding
his hands worshipfully upon his breast, he looked to the east.

And the king was learned; indeed, one more so was not in all his realm.
In his student days, and in his priesthood, before he was taken from
sweeping the temple to be arch-ruler, he had gained astrological craft,
and yet practised it from habit. The heavens, with their blazonry, were
to him as pictured parchments. He loved the stars for their sublime
mystery, and had faith in them as oracles. He consulted them always; his
armies marched at their bidding; and they and the gods controlled every
movement of his civil polity. But as he had never before been moved by
so great a trouble, and as the knowledge he now sought directly
concerned his throne and nations, he came to consult and question the
Morning, that intelligence higher and purer than the stars. If Quetzal'
was angered, and would that day land for vengeance, he naturally
supposed the Sun, his dwelling-place, would give some warning. So he
came seeking the mood of the god from the Sun.

And while he knelt, gradually the gray dawn melted into purple and gold.
The stars went softly out. Long rays, like radiant spears, shot up and
athwart the sky. As the indications multiplied, his hopes arose.
Farther back he threw the hood from his brow; the sun seemed coming
clear and cloudless above the mountains, kindling his heart no less than
the air and earth.

A wide territory, wrapped in the dim light, extended beneath his feet.
There slept Tenochtitlan, with her shining temples and blazing towers,
her streets and resistless nationality; there were the four lakes, with
their blue waters, their shores set with cities, villages and gardens;
beyond them lay eastern Anahuac, the princeliest jewel of the Empire.
What with its harvests, its orchards, and its homesteads, its forests of
oak, sycamore, and cedar, its population busy, happy, and faithful,
contented as tillers of the soil, and brave as lions in time of need, it
was all of Aden he had ever known or dreamed.

In the southeast, above a long range of mountains, rose the volcanic
peaks poetized by the Aztecs into "The White Woman"[25] and "The Smoking
Hill."[26] Mythology had covered them with sanctifying faith, as, in a
different age and more classic clime, it clothed the serene mountain of
Thessaly.

But the king saw little of all this beauty; he observed nothing but the
sun, which was rising a few degrees north of "The Smoking Hill." In all
the heavens round there was not a fleck; and already his heart throbbed
with delight, when suddenly a cloud of smoke rushed upward from the
mountain, and commenced gathering darkly about its white summit. Quick
to behold it, he scarcely hushed a cry of fear, and instinctively waved
his hand, as if, by a kingly gesture, to stay the eruption. Slowly the
vapor crept over the roseate sky, and, breathless and motionless, the
seeker of the god's mood and questioner of the Morning watched its
progress. Across the pathway of the sun it stretched, so that when the
disk wheeled fairly above the mountain-range, it looked like a ball of
blood.

The king was a reader of picture-writing, and skilful in deducing the
meaning of men from cipher and hieroglyph. Straightway he interpreted
the phenomenon as a direful portent; and because he came looking for
omens, the idea that this was a message sent him expressly from the gods
was but a right royal vanity. He drew the hood over his face again, and
drooped his head disconsolately upon his breast. His mind filled with a
host of gloomy thoughts. The revelation of Mualox was prophecy here
confirmed,--Quetzal' was coming! Throne, power, people,--all the glories
of his country and Empire,--he saw snatched from his nerveless grasp,
and floating away, like the dust of the valley.

After a while he arose to depart. One more look he gave the sun before
descending from the roof, and shuddered at the sight of city, lake,
valley, the cloud itself, and the sky above it, all colored with an
ominous crimson.

"Behold!" he said, tremulously, to Maxtla, "to-day we will sacrifice to
Quetzal': how long until Quetzal' sacrifices to himself?"

The chief cast down his eyes; for he knew how dangerous it was to look
on royalty humbled by fear. Then Montezuma shaded his face again, and
left the proud old hill, with a sigh for its palaces and the beauty of
its great cypress-groves.

FOOTNOTES:

[25] Iztacoihuatl.

[26] Popocatepetl.

CHAPTER X.

GOING TO THE COMBAT.

As the morning advanced, the city grew fully animate. A festal spirit
was abroad, seeking display in masks, mimes, and processions. Jugglers
performed on the street-corners; dancing-girls, with tambours, and long
elf-locks dressed in flowers, possessed themselves of the smooth
sidewalks. Very plainly, the evil omen of the morning affected the king
more than his people.

The day advanced clear and beautiful. In the eastern sky the smoke of
the volcano still lingered; but the sun rose above it, and smiled on the
valley, like a loving god.

At length the tambour in the great temple sounded the signal of
assemblage. Its deep tones, penetrating every recess of the town and
rushing across the lake, were heard in the villages on the distant
shores. Then, in steady currents, the multitudes set forward for the
_tianguez_. The _chinampas_ were deserted; hovels and palaces gave up
their tenantry; canoes, gay with garlands, were abandoned in the
waveless canals. The women and children came down from the roofs; from
all the temples--all but the old one with the solitary gray tower and
echoless court--poured the priesthood in processions, headed by chanting
choirs, and interspersed with countless sacred symbols. Many were the
pomps, but that of the warriors surpassed all others. Marching in
columns of thousands, they filled the streets with flashing arms and
gorgeous regalia, roar of _attabals_ and peals of minstrelsy.

About the same time the royal palanquin stood at the palace portal,
engoldened, jewelled, and surmounted with a _panache_ of green plumes.
Cuitlahua, Cacama, Maxtla, and the lords of Tlacopan, Tepejaca, and
Cholula, with other nobles from the provinces far and near, were
collected about it in waiting, sporting on their persons the wealth of
principalities. When the monarch came out, they knelt, and every one of
them placed his palm on the ground before him. On the last stone at the
portal he stopped, and raised his eyes to the sky. A piece of _aguave_,
fluttering like a leaf, fell so near him that he reached out his hand
and caught it.

"Read it, my lords," he said, after a moment's study.

The paper contained only the picture of an eagle attacked by an owl, and
passed from hand to hand. Intent on deciphering the writing, none
thought of inquiring whether its coming was of design or accident.

"What does it mean, my lord Cacama?" asked the monarch, gravely.

Cacama's eyes dropped as he replied,--

"When we write of you, O king, we paint an eagle; When we write of the
'tzin Guatamo, we paint an owl."

"What!" said the lord Cuitlahua, "would the 'tzin attack his king?"

And the monarch looked from one to the other strangely, saying only,
"The owl is the device on his shield."

Then he entered the palanquin; whereupon some of the nobles lifted it on
their shoulders, and the company, in procession, set out for the
_tianguez_. On the way they were joined by Iztlil', the Tezcucan; and it
was remarkable that, of them all, he was the only one silent about the
paper.

The Iztapalapan street, of great width, and on both sides lined with
gardens, palaces, and temples, was not only the boast of Tenochtitlan;
its beauty was told in song and story throughout the Empire. The signal
of assemblage for the day's great pastime found Xoli and his provincial
friend lounging along the broad pave of the beautiful thoroughfare. They
at once started for the _tianguez_. The broker was fat, and it was
troublesome for him to keep pace with the hunter; nevertheless, they
overtook a party of _tamanes_ going in the same direction, and bearing a
palanquin richly caparisoned. The slaves, very sumptuously clad,
proceeded slowly and with downcast eyes, and so steadily that the
carriage had the onward, gliding motion of a boat.

"Lower,--down, boy! See you not the green _panache_?" whispered Xoli,
half frightened.

Too late. The Chalcan, even as he whispered, touched the pavement, but
Hualpa remained erect: not only that; he looked boldly into the eyes of
the occupants of the palanquin,--two women, whose beauty shone upon him
like a sudden light. Then he bent his head, and his heart closed upon
the recollection of what he saw so that it never escaped. The picture
was of a girl, almost a woman, laughing; opposite her, and rather in the
shade of the fringed curtain, one older, though young, and grave and
stately; her hair black, her face oval, her eyes large and lustrous. To
her he made his involuntary obeisance. Afterwards she reminded many a
Spaniard of the dark-eyed _hermosura_ with whom he had left love-tokens
in his native land.

"They are the king's daughters, the princesses Tula and Nenetzin," said
Xoli, when fairly past the carriage. "And as you have just come up from
the country, listen. Green is the royal color, and belongs to the king's
family; and wherever met, in the city or on the lake, the people salute
it. Though what they meet be but a green feather in a slave's hand, they
salute. Remember the lesson. By the way, the gossips say that Guatamozin
will marry Tula, the eldest one."

"She is very beautiful," said the hunter, as to himself, and slackening
his steps.

"Are you mad?" cried the broker, seizing his arm. "Would you bring the
patrol upon us? They are not for such as you. Come on. It may be we can
get seats to see the king and his whole household."

At the entrance to the arena there was a press which the police could
hardly control. In the midst of it, Xoli pulled his companion to one
side, saying, "The king comes! Let us under the staging here until he
passes."

They found themselves, then, close by the spears, which, planted in the
ground, upheld the shields of the combatants; and when the Tihuancan
heard the people, as they streamed in, cheer the champions of the god,
he grieved sorely that he was not one of them.

The heralds then came up, clearing the way; and all thereabout knelt,
and so received the monarch. He stopped to inspect the shields; for in
all his realm there was not one better versed in its heraldry. A diadem,
not unlike the papal tiara, crowned his head; his tunic and cloak were
of the skins of green humming-birds brilliantly iridescent; a rope of
pearls large as grapes hung, many times doubled, from his neck down over
his breast; his sandals and sandal-thongs were embossed with gold, and
besides anklets of massive gold, _cuishes_ of the same metal guarded his
legs from knee to anklet. Save the transparent, lustrous gray of the
pearls, his dress was of the two colors, green and yellow, and the
effect was indescribably royal; yet all the bravery of his trappings
could not hide from Hualpa, beholding him for the first time, that, like
any common soul, he was suffering from some trouble of mind.

"So, Cacama," he said, pleasantly, after a look at the gages, "your
brother has a mind to make peace with the gods. It is well!"

And thereupon Iztlil' himself stepped out and knelt before him in battle
array, the javelin in his hand, and bow, quiver, and _maquahuitl_ at his
back; and in his homage the floating feathers of his helm brushed the
dust from the royal feet.

"It is well!" repeated the king, smiling. "But, son of my friend, where
are your comrades?"

Tlahua, the Otompan, and the young Cholulan, equipped like Iztlil',
rendered their homage also. Over their heads he extended his hands, and
said, softly, "They who love the gods, the gods love. Put your trust in
them, O my children. And upon you be their blessing!"

And already he had passed the spears: one gage was forgotten, one
combatant unblessed. Suddenly he looked back.

"Whose shield is that, my lords?"

All eyes rested upon the plain gage, but no one replied.

"Who is he that thus mocks the holy cause of Quetzal'? Go, Maxtla, and
bring him to me!"

Then outspake Iztlil'.

"The shield is Guatamozin's. Last night he challenged me to this combat,
and he is not here. O king, the owl may be looking for the eagle."

A moment the sadly serene countenance of the monarch knit and flushed as
from a passing pain; a moment he regarded the Tezcucan. Then he turned
to the shields of the Othmies and Tlascalans.

"They are a sturdy foe, and I warrant will fight hard," he said,
quietly. "But such victims are the delight of the gods. Fail me not, O
children!"

When the Tihuancan and his chaperone climbed half-way to the upper row
of seats, in the quarter assigned to the people, the former was amazed.
He looked down on a circular arena, strewn with white sand from the
lake, and large enough for manœuvring half a thousand men. It was
bounded by a rope, outside of which was a broad margin crowded with
rank on rank of common soldiery, whose shields were arranged before them
like a wall impervious to a glancing arrow. Back from the arena extended
the staging, rising gradually seat above seat, platform above platform,
until the whole area of the _tianguez_ was occupied.

"Is the king a magician, that he can do this thing in a single night?"
asked Hualpa.

Xoli laughed. "He has done many things much greater. The timbers you see
were wrought long ago, and have been lying in the temples; the _tamanes_
had only to bring them out and put them together."

In the east there was a platform, carpeted, furnished with lounges, and
protected from the sun by a red canopy; broad passages of entrance
separated it from the ruder structure erected for the commonalty; it was
also the highest of the platforms, so that its occupants could overlook
the whole amphitheatre. This lordlier preparation belonged to the king,
his household and nobles. So, besides his wives and daughters, under the
red canopy sat the three hundred women of his harem,--soft testimony
that Orientalism dwelt not alone in the sky and palm-trees of the
valley.

As remarked, the margin around the arena belonged to the soldiery; the
citizens had seats in the north and south; while the priesthood,
superior to either of them in sanctity of character, sat aloof in the
west, also screened by a canopy. And, as the celebration was regarded in
the light of a religious exercise, not only did women crowd the place,
but mothers brought their children, that, from the examples of the
arena, they might learn to be warriors.

Upon the appearance of the monarch there was a perfect calm. Standing
awhile by his couch, he looked over the scene; and not often has royal
vision been better filled with all that constitutes royalty. Opposite
him he saw the servitors of his religion; at his feet were his warriors
and people almost innumerable. When, at last, the minstrels of the
soldiery poured their wild music over the theatre, he thrilled with the
ecstasy of power.

The champions for the god then came in; and as they strode across to the
western side of the arena the air was filled with plaudits and flying
garlands; but hardly was the welcome ended before there was a great hum
and stir, as the spectators asked each other why the fourth combatant
came not with the others.

"The one with the bright _panache_, asked you? That is Iztlil', the
Tezcucan," said Xoli.

"Is he not too fine?"

"No. Only think of the friends the glitter has made him among the women
and children."

The Chalcan laughed heartily at the cynicism.

"And the broad-shouldered fellow now fixing the thong of his shield?"

"The Otompan,--a good warrior. They say he goes to battle with the will
a girl goes to a feast. The other is the Cholulan; he has his renown to
win, and is too young."

"But he may have other qualities," suggested Hualpa. "I have heard it
said that, in a battle of arrows, a quick eye is better than a strong
arm."

The broker yawned. "Well, I like not those Cholulans. They are proud;
they scorn the other nations, even the Aztecs. Probably it is well they
are better priests than soldiers. Under the red canopy yonder I see his
father."

"Listen, good Xoli. I hear the people talking about the 'tzin? Where can
he be?"

Just then within the wall of shields there came a warrior, who strode
swiftly toward the solitary gage. His array was less splendid than his
comrades'; his helm was of plain leather without ornament; his
_escaupil_ was secured by a simple loop: yet the people knew him, and
shouted; and when he took down the plain shield and fixed it to his
arm, the approbation of the common soldiery arose like a storm. As they
bore such shields to battle, he became, as it were, their peculiar
representative. It was Guatamozin.

And under the royal canopy there was rapid exchange of whispers and
looks; every mind reverted to the paper dropped so mysteriously into the
king's hand at the palace door; and some there were, acuter than the
rest, who saw corroboration of the meaning given the writing in the fact
that the shield the 'tzin now chose was without the owl, his usual
device. Whether the monarch himself was one of them might not be said;
his face was as impassive as bronze.

Next, the Othmies and Tlascalans, dignified into common challengers of
the proudest chiefs of Tenochtitlan, were conducted into the arena.

The Tlascalans were strong men used to battle; and though, like their
companions in danger, at first bewildered by the sudden introduction to
so vast a multitude, they became quickly inured to the situation. Of the
Othmies, a more promising pair of gladiators never exhibited before a
Roman audience. The father was past the prime of life, but erect,
broad-shouldered, and of unusual dignity; the son was slighter, and not
so tall, but his limbs were round and beautiful, and he looked as if he
might outleap an antelope. The people were delighted, and cheered the
challengers with scarcely less heartiness than their own champions.
Still, the younger Othmi appeared hesitant, and, when the clamor
somewhat abated, the sire touched him, and said,--

"Does my boy dream? What voice is in his ear that his heart is so
melted? Awake! the shield is on the arm of the foe."

The young man aroused. "I saw the sun on the green hills of Othmi. But
see!" he said, proudly, and with flashing eyes, "there is no weakness in
the dreamer's arm." And with the words, he seized a bow at his feet,
fitted an arrow upon the cord, and, drawing full to the head, sent it
cleaving the sunshine far above them. Every eye followed its flight but
his own. "The arm, O chief, is not stronger than the heart," he added,
carelessly dropping the bow.

The old warrior gazed at him tenderly; but as that was no time for the
indulgence of affection, he turned to the Tlascalans, and said, "We must
be ready: let us arm."

Each donned a leathern helm, and wrapped himself in a quilted
_escaupil_; each buckled the shield on his arm, and tightened the thongs
of his sandals. Their arms lay at hand.

Such were the preparations for the combat, such the combatants. And as
the foemen faced each other, awaiting the signal for the mortal strife,
I fancy no Christian has seen anything more beautiful than the theatre.
Among the faces the gaze swam as in a sea; the gleaming of arms and
ornaments was bewildering; while the diversity of colors in the costumes
of the vast audience was without comparison. With the exception of the
arena, the royal platform was the cynosure. Behind the king, with a
shield faced with silver, stood Maxtla, vigilant against treachery or
despair. The array of nobles about the couch was imperial; and what with
them, and the dark-eyed beauties of his household, and the canopy
tingeing the air and softly undulating above him, and the mighty
congregation of subjects at his feet, it was with Montezuma like a
revival of the glory of the Hystaspes. Yet the presence of his power but
increased his gloom; in a short time he heard no music and saw no
splendor; everything reminded him of the last picture on the western
wall of the golden chamber.

CHAPTER XI.

THE COMBAT.

The champions for the god drew themselves up in the west, while their
challengers occupied the east of the arena. This position of parties was
the subject of much speculation with the spectators, who saw it might
prove a point of great importance if the engagement assumed the form of
single combats.

Considering age and appearance, the Tlascalans were adjudged most
dangerous of the challengers,--a palm readily awarded to the Tezcucan
and the 'tzin on their side. The common opinion held also, that the
Cholulan, the youngest and least experienced of the Aztecs, should have
been the antagonist of the elder Othmi, whose vigor was presumed to be
affected by his age; as it was, that combat belonged to Tlahua, the
Otompan, while the younger Othmi confronted the Cholulan.

And now the theatre grew profoundly still with expectancy.

"The day grows old. Let the signal be given." And so saying, the king
waved his hand, and sunk indolently back upon his couch.

A moment after there was a burst of martial symphony, and the combat
began.

It was opened with arrows; and to determine, if possible, the
comparative skill of the combatants, the spectators watched the
commencement with closest attention. The younger Othmi sent his missile
straight into the shield of the Cholulan, who, from precipitation
probably, was not so successful. The elder Othmi and his antagonist each
planted his arrow fairly, as did Iztlil' and the Tlascalans. But a
great outcry of applause attended Guatamozin, when his bolt, flying
across the space, buried its barb in the crest of his adversary. A score
of feathers, shorn away, floated slowly to the sand.

"It was well done; by Our Mother, it was well done!" murmured Hualpa.

"Wait!" said the Chalcan patronizingly. "Wait till they come to the
_maquahuitl_!"

Quite a number of arrows were thus interchanged by the parties without
effect, as they were always dexterously intercepted. The passage was but
the preluding skirmish, participated in by all but the 'tzin, who, after
his first shot, stood a little apart from his comrades, and, resting his
long bow on the ground, watched the trial with apparent indifference.
Like the Chalcan, he seemed to regard it as play; and the populace after
a while fell into the same opinion: there was not enough danger to fully
interest them. So there began to arise murmurs and cries, which the
Cholulan was the first to observe and interpret. Under an impulse which
had relation, probably, to his first failure, he resolved to avail
himself of the growing feeling. Throwing down his bow, he seized the
_maquahuitl_ at his back, and, without a word to his friends, started
impetuously across the arena. The peril was great, for every foeman at
once turned his arrow against him.

Then the 'tzin stirred himself. "The boy is mad, and will die if we do
not go with him," he said; and already his foot was advanced to follow,
when the young Othmi sprang forward from the other side to meet the
Cholulan.

The eagerness lest an incident should be lost became intense; even the
king sat up to see the duel. The theatre rang with cries of
encouragement,--none, however, so cheery as that of the elder Othmi,
whose feelings of paternity were, for the moment, lost in his passion of
warrior.

"On, boy! Remember the green hills, and the hammock by the stream.
Strike hard, strike hard!"

The combatants were apparently well matched, being about equal in height
and age; both brandished the _maquahuitl_, the deadliest weapon known to
their wars. Wielded by both hands and swung high above the head, its
blades of glass generally clove their way to the life. About midway the
arena the foemen met. At the instant of contact the Cholulan brought a
downward blow, well aimed, at the head of his antagonist; but the lithe
Othmi, though at full speed, swerved like a bird on the wing. A great
shout attested the appreciation of the audience. The Cholulan wheeled,
with his weapon uplifted for another blow; the action called his left
arm into play, and drew his shield from its guard. The Othmi saw the
advantage. One step he took nearer, and then, with a sweep of his arm
and an upward stroke, he drove every blade deep into the side of his
enemy. The lifted weapon dropped in its half-finished circle, the shield
flew wildly up, and, with a groan, the victim fell heavily to the sand,
struggled once to rise, fell back again, and his battles were ended
forever. A cry of anguish went out from under the royal canopy.

"Hark!" cried Xoli. "Did you hear the old Cholulan? See! They are
leading him from the platform!"

Except that cry, however, not a voice was heard; from rising
apprehension as to the result of the combat, or touched by a passing
sympathy for the early death, the multitude was perfectly hushed.

"That was a brave blow, Xoli; but let him beware now!" said Hualpa,
excitedly.

And in expectation of instant vengeance, all eyes watched the Othmi.
Around the arena he glanced, then back to his friends. Retreat would
forfeit the honor gained: death was preferable. So he knelt upon the
breast of his enemy, and, setting his shield before him, waited sternly
and in silence the result. And Iztlil' and Tlahua launched their arrows
at him in quick succession, but Guatamozin was as indifferent as ever.

"What ails the 'tzin?" said Maxtla to the king. "The Othmi is at his
mercy."

The monarch deigned no reply.

The spirit of the old Othmi rose. On the sand behind him, prepared for
service, was a dart with three points of copper, and a long cord by
which to recover it when once thrown. Catching the weapon up, and
shouting, "I am coming, I am coming!" he ran to avert or share the
danger. The space to be crossed was inconsiderable, yet such his
animation that, as he ran, he poised the dart, and exposed his hand
above the shield. The 'tzin raised his bow, and let the arrow fly. It
struck right amongst the supple joints of the veteran's wrist. The
unhappy man stopped bewildered; over the theatre he looked, then at the
wound; in despair he tore the shaft out with his teeth, and rushed on
till he reached the boy.

The outburst of acclamation shook the theatre.

"To have seen such archery, Xoli, were worth all the years of a hunter's
life!" said Hualpa.

The Chalcan smiled like a connoisseur, and replied, "It is nothing.
Wait!"

And now the combat again presented a show of equality. The advantage, if
there was any, was thought to be with the Aztecs, since the loss of the
Cholulan was not to be weighed against the disability of the Othmi. Thus
the populace were released from apprehension, without any abatement of
interest; indeed, the excitement increased, for there was a promise of
change in the character of the contest; from quiet archery was growing
bloody action.

The Tlascalans, alive to the necessity of supporting their friends,
advanced to where the Cholulan lay, but more cautiously. When they were
come up, the Othmies both arose, and calmly perfected the front. The
astonishment at this was very great.

"Brave fellow! He is worth ten live Cholulans!" said Xoli. "But now
look, boy! The challengers have advanced half-way; the Aztecs must meet
them."

The conjecture was speedily verified. Iztlil' had, in fact, ill brooked
the superior skill, or better fortune, of the 'tzin; the applause of the
populace had been worse than wounds to his jealous heart. Till this
time, however, he had restrained his passion; now the foe were ranged as
if challenging attack: he threw away his useless bow, and laid his hand
on his _maquahuitl_.

"It is not for an Aztec god that we are fighting, O comrade!" he cried
to Tlahua. "It is for ourselves. Come, let us show yon king a better
war!"

And without waiting, he set on. The Otompan followed, leaving the 'tzin
alone. The call had not been to him, and as he was fighting for the god,
and the Tezcucan for himself, he merely placed another arrow on his bow,
and observed the attack.

Leaving the Otompan to engage the Othmies, the fierce Tezcucan assaulted
the Tlascalans, an encounter in which there was no equality; but the
eyes of Tenochtitlan were upon him, and at his back was a hated rival.
His antagonists each sent an arrow to meet him; but, as he skilfully
caught them on his shield, they, too, betook themselves to the
_maquahuitl_. Right on he kept, until his shield struck theirs; it was
gallantly done, and won a furious outburst from the people. Again
Montezuma sat up, momentarily animated.

"Ah, my lord Cacama!" he said, "if your brother's love were but equal to
his courage, I would give him an army."

"All the gods forfend!" replied the jealous prince. "The viper would
recover his fangs."

The speed with which he went was all that saved Iztlil' from the blades
of the Tlascalans. Striking no blow himself, he strove to make way
between them, and get behind, so that, facing about to repel his
returning onset, their backs would be to the 'tzin. But they were wary,
and did not yield. As they pushed against him, one, dropping his more
cumbrous weapon, struck him in the breast with a copper knife. The blow
was distinctly seen by the spectators.

Hualpa started from his seat. "He has it; they will finish him now! No,
he recovers. Our Mother, what a blow!"

The Tezcucan disengaged himself, and, maddened by the blood that began
to flow down his quilted armor, assaulted furiously. He was strong,
quick of eye, and skilful; the blades of his weapon gleamed in circles
around his head, and resounded against the shields. At length a
desperate blow beat down the guard of one of the Tlascalans; ere it
could be recovered, or Iztlil' avail himself of the advantage, there
came a sharp whirring through the air, and an arrow from the 'tzin
pierced to the warrior's heart. Up he leaped, dead before he touched the
sand. Again Iztlil' heard the acclamation of his rival. Without a pause,
he rushed upon the surviving Tlascalan, as if to bear him down by stormy
dint.

Meantime, the combat of Tlahua, the Otompan, was not without its
difficulties, since it was not singly with the young Othmi.

"Mictlan take the old man!" cried the lord Cuitlahua, bending from his
seat. "I thought him done for; but, see! he defends, the other fights."

And so it was. The Otompan struck hard, but was distracted by the
tactics of his foemen: if he aimed at the younger, both their shields
warded the blow; if he assaulted the elder, he was in turn attacked by
the younger; and so, without advantage to either, their strife continued
until the fall of the Tlascalan. Then, inspired by despairing valor, the
boy threw down his _maquahuitl_, and endeavored to push aside the
Otompan's shield. Once within its guard, the knife would finish the
contest. Tlahua retreated; but the foe clung to him,--one wrenching at
his shield, the other intercepting his blows, and both carefully
avoiding the deadly archery of the 'tzin, who, seeing the extremity of
the danger, started to the rescue. All the people shouted, "The 'tzin,
the 'tzin!" Xoli burst into ecstasy, and clapped his hands. "There he
goes! Now look for something!"

The rescuer went as a swift wind; but the clamor had been as a warning
to the young Othmi. By a great effort he tore away the Otompan's shield.
In vain the latter struggled. There was a flash, sharp, vivid, like the
sparkle of the sun upon restless waters. Then his head drooped forward,
and he staggered blindly. Once only the death-stroke was repeated; and
so still was the multitude that the dull sound of the knife driving home
was heard. The 'tzin was too late.

The prospect for the Aztecs was now gloomy. The Cholulan and Otompan
were dead; the Tezcucan, wounded and bleeding, was engaged in a doubtful
struggle with the Tlascalan; the 'tzin was the last hope of his party.
Upon him devolved the fight with the Othmies. In the interest thus
excited Iztlil's battle was forgotten.

Twice had the younger Othmi been victor, and still he was scathless.
Instead of the _maquahuitl_, he was now armed with the javelin, which,
while effective as a dart, was excellent to repel assault.

From the crowded seats of the theatre not a sound was heard. At no time
had the excitement risen to such a pitch. Breathless and motionless,
the spectators awaited the advance of the 'tzin. He was, as I have said,
a general favorite, beloved by priest and citizen, and with the wild
soldiery an object of rude idolatry. And if, under the royal canopy
there were eyes that looked not lovingly upon him, there were lips there
murmuring soft words of prayer for his success.

When within a few steps of the waiting Othmies, he halted. They glared
at him an instant in silence; then the old chief said tauntingly, and
loud enough to be heard above the noise of the conflict at his side,--

"A woman may wield a bow, and from a distance slay a warrior; but the
_maquahuitl_ is heavy in the hand of the coward, looking in the face of
his foeman."

The Aztec made no answer; he was familiar with the wile. Looking at the
speaker as if against him he intended his first attack, with right hand
back he swung the heavy weapon above his shoulder till it sung in
quickening circles; when its force was fully collected, he suddenly
hurled it from him. The old Othmi crouched low behind his shield: but
his was not the form in the 'tzin's eyes; for right in the centre of the
young victor's guard the flying danger struck. Nor arm nor shield might
bar its way. The boy was lifted sheer above the body of the Otompan, and
driven backward as if shot from a catapult.

Guatamozin advanced no further. A thrust of his javelin would have
disposed of the old Othmi, now unarmed and helpless. The acclamation of
the audience, in which was blent the shrill voices of women, failed to
arouse his passion.

The sturdy chief arose from his crouching; he looked for the boy to whom
he had so lately spoken of home; he saw him lying outstretched, his face
in the sand, and his shield, so often bound with wreaths and garlands,
twain-broken beneath him; and his will, that in the fight had been
tougher than the gold of his bracelets, gave way; forgetful of all
else, he ran, and, with a great cry, threw himself upon the body.

The Chalcan was as exultant as if the achievement had been his own. Even
the prouder souls under the red canopy yielded their tardy praise; only
the king was silent.

As none now remained of the challengers but the Tlascalan occupied with
Iztlil',--none whom he might in honor engage,--Guatamozin moved away
from the Othmies; and as he went, once he allowed his glance to wander
to the royal platform, but with thought of love, not wrong.

The attention of the people was again directed to the combat of the
Tezcucan. The death of his comrades nowise daunted the Tlascalan; he
rather struck the harder for revenge; his shield was racked, the
feathers in his crest torn away, while the blades were red with his
blood. Still it fared but ill with Iztlil' fighting for himself. His
wound in the breast bled freely, and his equipments were in no better
plight than his antagonist's. The struggle was that of the hewing and
hacking which, whether giving or taking, soon exhausts the strongest
frame. At last, faint with loss of blood, he went down. The Tlascalan
attempted to strike a final blow, but darkness rushed upon him; he
staggered, the blades sunk into the sand, and he rolled beside his
enemy.

With that the combat was done. The challengers might not behold their
"land of bread" again; nevermore for them was hammock by the stream or
echo of tambour amongst the hills.

And all the multitude arose and gave way to their rejoicing; they
embraced each other, and shouted and sang; the pabas waved their
ensigns, and the soldiers saluted with voice and pealing shells; and up
to the sun ascended the name of Quetzal' with form and circumstance to
soften the mood of the most demanding god; but all the time the
audience saw only the fortunate hero, standing so calmly before them,
the dead at his feet, and the golden light about him.

And the king was happy as the rest, and talked gayly, caring little for
the living or the dead. The combat was over, and Quetzal' not come.
Mualox was a madman, not a prophet; the Aztecs had won, and the god was
propitiated: so the questioner of the Morning flattered himself!

"If the Othmi cannot fight, he can serve for sacrifice. Let him be
removed. And the dead--But hold!" he cried, and his cheeks blanched
with mortal pallor. "Who comes yonder? Look to the arena,--nay, to the
people! By my father's ashes, the paba shall perish! White hairs and
prophet's gifts shall not save him."

While the king was speaking, Mualox, the keeper of the temple, rushed
within the wall of shields. His dress was disordered, and he was
bareheaded and unsandalled. Over his shoulders and down his breast
flowed his hair and beard, tangled and unkempt, wavy as a billow and
white as the foam. Excitement flashed from every feature; and far as his
vision ranged,--in every quarter, on every platform,--in the blood of
others he kindled his own unwonted passion.

CHAPTER XII.

MUALOX AND HIS WORLD.

Mualox, after the departure of the king and 'tzin, ascended the tower of
the old Cû, and remained there all night, stooped beside the sacred
fire, sorrowing and dreaming, hearkening to the voices of the city, or
watching the mild-eyed stars. So the morning found him. He, too, beheld
the coming of the sun, and trembled when the Smoking Hill sent up its
cloud. Then he heaped fresh fagots on the dying fire, and went down to
the court-yard. It was the hour when in all the other temples
worshippers came to pray.

He took a lighted lamp from a table in his cell, and followed a passage
on deeper into the building. The way, like that to the golden chamber,
was intricate and bewildering. Before a door at the foot of a flight of
steps he stopped. A number of earthen jars and ovens stood near; while
from the room to which the door gave entrance there came a strong,
savory perfume, very grateful to the sense of a hungry man. Here was the
kitchen of the ancient house. The paba went in.

This was on a level with the water of the canal at the south base; and
when the good man came out, and descended another stairway, he was in a
hall, which, though below the canal, was dusty and perfectly dry. Down
the hall further he came to a doorway in the floor, or rather an
aperture, which had at one time been covered and hidden by a ponderous
flag-stone yet lying close by. A rope ladder was coiled up on the stone.
Flinging the ladder through the door, he heard it rattle on the floor
beneath; then he stooped, and called,--

"Tecetl, Tecetl!"

No one replied. He repeated the call.

"Poor child! She is asleep," he said, in a low voice. "I will go down
without her."

Leaving the lamp above, he committed himself to the unsteady rope, like
one accustomed to it. Below all was darkness; but, pushing boldly on, he
suddenly flung aside a curtain which had small silver bells in the
fringing; and, ushered by the tiny ringing, he stepped into a chamber
lighted and full of beauty,--a grotto carven with infinite labor from
the bed-rock of the lake.

And here, in the day mourned by the paba, when the temple was honored,
and its god had worshippers, and the name of Quetzal' was second to no
other, not even Huitzil's, must have been held the secret conclaves of
the priesthood,--so great were the dimensions of the chamber, and so far
was it below the roll of waters. But now it might be a place for
dwelling, or for thought and dreaming, or for pleasure, or in which the
eaters of the African lotus might spend their hours and days of
semi-consciousness sounding of a life earthly yet purely spiritual.
There were long aisles for walking, and couches for rest; there were
pictures, flowers, and a fountain; the walls and ceiling glowed with
frescoing; and wherever the eye turned it rested upon some cunning
device intended to instruct, gladden, comfort, and content. Lamplight
streamed into every corner, ill supplying the perfect sunshine, yet
serving its grand purpose. The effect was more than beautiful. The world
above was counterfeited, so that one ignorant of the original and
dwelling in the counterfeit could have been happy all his life long.
Scarcely is it too much to say of the master who designed and finished
the grotto, that, could he have borrowed the materials of nature, he had
the taste and genius to set a star with the variety and harmony that
mark the setting of the earth's surface, and of themselves prove its
Creator divine.

[Illustration: THE FORTUNATE HERO, STANDING SO CALMLY BEFORE THEM]

In the enchantment of the place there was a peculiarity indicative of a
purpose higher than mere enjoyment, and that was the total absence of
humanity in the host of things visible. Painted on the ceiling and walls
were animals of almost every kind common to the clime; birds of wondrous
plumage darted hither and thither, twittering and singing; there, also,
were flowers the fairest and most fragrant, and orange and laurel
shrubs, and pines and cedars and oaks, and other trees of the forest,
dwarfed, and arranged for convenient carriage to the _azoteas_; in the
pictures, moreover, were the objects most remarkable in the face of
nature,--rivers, woods, plains, mountains, oceans, the heavens in storm
and calm; but nowhere was the picture of man, woman, or child. In the
frescoing were houses and temples, grouped as in hamlets and cities, or
standing alone on a river's bank, or in the shadow of great trees; but
of their habitants and builders there was not a trace. In fine, the
knowledge there taught was that of a singular book. A mind receiving
impressions, like a child's, would be carried by it far enough in the
progressive education of life to form vivid ideas of the world, and yet
be left in a dream of unintelligence to people it with fairies, angels,
or gods. Almost everything had there a representation but humanity, the
brightest fallen nature.

Mualox entered as one habituated to the chamber. The air was soft,
balmy, and pleasant, and the illumination mellowed, as if the morning
were shut out by curtains of gossamer tinted with roses and gold. Near
the centre of the room he came to a fountain of water crystal clear and
in full play, the jet shooting from a sculptured stone up almost to the
ceiling. Around it were tables, ottomans, couches, and things of
_vertu_, such as would have adorned the palace; there, also, were vases
of flowers, culled and growing, and of such color and perfume as would
have been estimable in Cholula, and musical instrument, and pencils and
paints.

It was hardly possible that this conception, so like the Restful World
of Brahma, should be without its angel; for the atmosphere and all were
for a spirit of earth or heaven softer than man's. And by the fountain
it was,--a soul fresh and pure as the laughing water.

The girl of whom I speak was asleep. Her head lay upon a cushion; over
the face, clear and almost white, shone a lambent transparency, which
might have been the reflection of the sparkling water. The garments
gathered close about her did not conceal the delicacy and childlike
grace of her form. One foot was exposed, and it was bare, small, and
nearly lost in the tufted mattress of her couch. Under a profusion of
dark hair, covering the cushion like the floss of silk, lay an arm; a
hand, dimpled and soft, rested lightly on her breast. The slumber was
very deep, giving the face the expression of dreamless repose, with the
promise of health and happiness upon waking.

The paba approached her tenderly, and knelt down. His face was full of
holy affection. He bent his cheek close to her parted lips, listening to
her breathing. He brought the straying locks back, and laid them across
her neck. Now and then a bird came and lighted on the table, and he
waved his mantle to scare it away. And when the voice of the fountain
seemed, under an increased pulsation of the water, to grow louder, he
looked around, frowning lest it might disturb her. She slept on, his
love about her like a silent prayer that has found its consummation in
perfect peace.

And as he knelt, he became sad and thoughtful. The events that were to
come, and his faith in their coming, were as actual sorrows. His
reflections were like a plea addressed to his conscience.

"God pardon me, if, after all, I should be mistaken! The wrong would be
so very great as to bar me from the Sun. Is any vanity like that which
makes sorrows for our fellows? And such is not only the vanity of the
warrior, and that of the ruler of tribes; sometimes it is of the priests
who go into the temples thinking of things that do not pertain to the
gods. What if mine were such?

"The holy Quetzal' knows that I intended to be kind to the child. I
thought my knowledge greater than that of ordinary mortals; I thought it
moved in fields where only the gods walk, sowing wisdom. The same
vanity, taking words, told me, 'Look up! There is no abyss between you
and the gods; they cannot make themselves of the dust, but you can
reach their summit almost a god.' And I labored, seeking the principles
that would accomplish my dream, if such it were. Heaven forgive me, but
I once thought I had found them! Other men looking out on creation could
see nothing but Wisdom--Wisdom everywhere; but I looked with a stronger
vision, and wherever there was a trace of infinite WISDOM, there was
also for me an infinite WILL.

"Here were the principles, but they were not enough. Something said to
me, 'What were the Wisdom and Will of the gods without subjects?' It was
a great idea: I thought I stood almost upon the summit!

"And I set about building me a world, I took the treasure of Quetzal',
and collected these marvels, and bought me the labor of art. Weavers,
florists, painters, masons,--all toiled for me. Gold, labor, and time
are here,--there is little beauty without them. Here is my world," he
said aloud, glancing around the great hall.

"I had my world; next I wanted a subject for my will. But where to go?
Not among men,--alas, they are their own slaves! One day I stood in the
_tianguez_ where a woman was being sold. A baby in her arms smiled, it
might have been at the sunshine, it might have been at me. The mother
said, 'Buy.' A light flashed upon me--I bought you, my poor child. Men
say of the bud, It will be a rose, and of the plant, It will be a tree;
you were so young then that I said, 'It will be a mind.' And into my
world I brought you, thinking, as I had made it, so I would make a
subject. This, I told you, was your birthplace; and here passed your
infancy and childhood; here you have dwelt. Your cheeks are pale, my
little one, but full and fresh; your breath is sweet as the air above a
garden; and you have grown in beauty, knowing nothing living but the
birds and me. My will has a subject, O Tecetl, and my heart a child.
And judge me, holy Quetzal', if I have not tried to make her happy! I
have given her knowledge of everything but humanity, and ignorance of
that is happiness. My world has thus far been a heaven to her; her
dreams have been of it; I am its god!"

And yet unwilling to disturb her slumber, Mualox arose, and walked away.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE SEARCH FOR QUETZAL'.

By and by he returned, and standing by the couch, passed his hand
several times above her face. Silent as the movements were, she awoke,
and threw her arms around his neck.

"You have been gone a long while," she said, in a childish voice. "I
waited for you; but the lamps burned down low, and the shadows, from
their hiding among the bushes, came creeping in upon the fountain, and I
slept."

"I saw you," he answered, playing with her hair. "I saw you; I always
see you."

"I tried to paint the fountain," she went on; "but when I watched the
water to catch its colors, I thought its singing changed to voices, and,
listening to them, they stole my thoughts away. Then I tried to blend my
voice with them, and sing as they sung; but whenever mine sank low
enough, it seemed sad, while they went on gayer and more ringing than
ever. I can paint the flowers, but not the water; I can sing with the
birds, but not with the fountain. But you promised to call me,--that you
would always call me."

"I knew you were asleep."

"But you had only to think to waken me."

He smiled at this acknowledgment of the power of his will. Just then a
bell sounded faintly through the chamber; hastening away, he shortly
returned with breakfast on a great shell waiter; there were maize bread
and honey, quails and chocolate, figs and oranges. Placing them on a
table, he rolled up an ottoman for the girl; and, though she talked much
and lightly, the meal was soon over. Then he composed himself upon the
couch, and in the quiet, unbroken save by Tecetl, forgot the night and
its incidents.

His rest was calm; when he awoke, she was sitting by the basin of the
fountain talking to her birds gleefully as a child. She had given them
names, words more of sound pleasant to the ear than of signification; so
she understood the birds, whose varied cries were to her a language. And
they were fearless and tame, perching on her hand, and courting her
caresses; while she was as artless, with a knowledge as innocent, and a
nature as happy. If Quetzal' was the paba's idol in religion, she was
his idol in affection.

He watched her awhile, then suddenly sat up; though he said not a word,
she flung her birds off, and came to him smiling.

"You called me, father."

He laid his hand upon her shoulder, all overflowed with the dark hair,
and said in a low voice, "The time approaches when Quetzal' is to come
from the home of the gods; it may be he is near. I will send you over
the sea and the land to find him; you shall have wings to carry you into
the air; and you shall fly swifter than the birds you have been talking
to."

Her smile deepened.

"Have you not told me that Quetzal' is good, and that his voice is like
the fountain's, and that when he speaks it is like singing? I am ready."

He kissed her, and nearer the basin rolled the couch, upon which she
sat reclined against a heap of cushions, her hands clasped over her
breast.

"Do not let me be long gone!" she said. "The lamps will burn low again,
and I do not like to have the shadows come and fold up my flowers."

The paba took a pearl from the folds of his gown, and laid it before
her; then he sat down, and fixed his eyes upon her face; she looked at
the jewel, and composed herself as for sleep. Her hands settled upon her
bosom, her features grew impassive, the lips slowly parted; gradually
her eyelids drooped, and the life running in the veins of her cheeks and
forehead went back into her heart. Out of the pearl seemed to issue a
spell that stole upon her spirits gently as an atomy settles through the
still air. Finally, there was a sigh, a sob, and over the soul of the
maiden the will of Mualox became absolute. He took her hand in his.

"Wings swifter than the winds are yours, Tecetl. Go," he said, "search
for the god; search the land."

She moved not, and scarcely breathed.

"Speak," he continued; "let me know that I am obeyed."

The will was absolute; she spoke, and though at first the words came
slowly, yet he listened like a prophet waiting for revelation. She spoke
of the land, of its rivers, forests, and mountains; she spoke of the
cities, of their streets and buildings, and of their people, for whom
she knew no name. She spoke of events transpiring in distant provinces,
as well as in Tenochtitlan. She went into the temples, markets, and
palaces. Wherever men travelled, thither her spirit flew. When the
flight was done, and her broken description ceased, the holy man sighed.

"Not yet, Tecetl; he is not found. The god is not on the land. Search
the air."

And still the will was absolute, though the theme of the seer changed;
it was not of the land now, but of the higher realm; she spoke of the
sunshine and the cloud, of the wind rushing and chill, of the earth far
down, and grown so small that the mountains levelled with the plains.

"Not yet, not yet," he cried; "the god is not in the air. Go search the
sea!"

In the hollow of his hand he lifted water, and sprinkled her face; and
when he resumed his seat she spoke, not slowly as before, but fast and
free.

"The land is passed; behind me are the cities and lakes, and the great
houses and blue waters, such as I have seen in my pictures. I am
hovering now, father, where there is nothing before me but waves and
distance. White birds go skimming about careless of the foam; the winds
pour upon me steadily; and in my ear is a sound as of a great voice. I
listen, and it is the sea; or, father, it may be the voice of the god
whom you seek."

She was silent, as if waiting for an answer.

"The water, is it? Well, well,--whither shall I go now?"

"Follow the shore; it may lead where only gods have been."

"Still the waves and the distance, and the land, where it goes down into
the sea sprinkled with shells. Still the deep voice in my ear, and the
wind about me. I hurry on, but it is all alike,--all water and sound.
No! Out of the waves rises a new land, the sea, a girdle of billows,
encircling it everywhere; yet there are blue clouds ascending from the
fields, and I see palm-trees and temples. May not thy god dwell here?"

"No. You see but an island. On!"

"Well, well. Behind me fades the island; before me is nothing but sheen
and waves and distance again; far around runs the line separating the
sea and sky. Waste, all waste; the sea all green, the sky all blue; no
life; no god. But stay!"

"Something moves on the waste: speak, child!"

But for a time she was still.

"Speak!" he said, earnestly. "Speak, Tecetl!"

"They are far off,--far off," she replied, slowly and in a doubting way.
"They move and live, but I cannot tell whether they come or go, or what
they are. Their course is unsteady, and, like the flight of birds, now
upon the sea, then in air, a moment seeming of the waves, then of the
sky. They look like white clouds."

"You are fleeter than birds or clouds,--nearer!" he said, sternly, the
fire in his eyes all alight.

"I go,--I approach them,--I now see them coming. O father, father! I
know not what your god is like, nor what shape he takes, nor in what
manner he travels; but surely these are his! There are many of them, and
as they sweep along they are a sight to be looked at with trembling."

"What are they, Tecetl?"

"How can I answer? They are not of the things I have seen in my
pictures, nor heard in my songs. The face of the sea is whitened by
them; the largest leads the way, looking like a shell,--of them I have
heard you speak as coming from the sea,--a great shell streaked with
light and shade, and hollow, so that the sides rise above the reach of
the waves,--wings--."

"Nay, what would a god of the air with wings to journey upon the sea!"

"Above it are clouds,--clouds white as the foam, and such as a god might
choose to waft him on his way. I can see them sway and toss, but as the
shell rushes into the hollow places, they lift it up, and drive it on."

A brighter light flashed from his eyes. "It is the canoe, the canoe!" he
exclaimed. "The canoe from Tlapallan!"

"The canoe, father! The waves rush joyously around it; they lift
themselves in its path, and roll on to meet it; then, as if they knew
it to be a god's, in peace make way for its coming. Upon the temples in
my pictures I have seen signs floating in the air--"

"You mean banners,--banners, child," he said, tremulously.

"I remember now. Above the foremost canoe, above its clouds, there is a
banner, and it is black--"

"'Tis Quetzal's! 'Tis Quetzal's!" he muttered.

"It is black, with golden embroidery, and something picture-written on
it, but what I cannot tell."

"Look in the canoe."

"I see--O, I know not what to call them."

"Of what shape are they, child?"

"Yours, father."

"Go on: they are gods!" he said, and still the naming of men was unheard
in the great chamber.

"There are many of them," she continued; "their garments flash and
gleam; around one like themselves they are met; to me he seems the
superior god; he is speaking, they are listening. He is taller than you,
father, and has a fair face, and hair and beard like the hue of his
banner. His garments are the brightest of all."

"You have described a god; it is Quetzal', the holy, beautiful
Quetzal'!" he said, with rising voice. "Look if his course be toward the
land."

"Every canoe moves toward the shore."

"Enough!" he cried. "The writing on the wall is the god's!" And, rising,
he awoke the girl.

As Tecetl awake had no recollection of her journey, or of what she had
seen in its course, she wondered at his trouble and excitement, and
spoke to him, without answer.

"Father, what has Tecetl done that you should be so troubled?"

He put aside her arms, and in silence turned slowly from the pleasant
place, and retraced his steps back through the halls of the Cû to the
court-yard and _azoteas_.

The weight of the secret did not oppress him; it rested upon him lightly
as the surplice upon his shoulders; for the humble servant of his god
was lifted above his poverty and trembling, and, vivified by the
consciousness of inspiration, felt more than a warrior's strength. But
what should he do? Where proclaim the revelation? Upon the temple?

"The streets are deserted; the people are in the theatre; the king is
there with all Anahuac," he muttered. "The coming of Quetzal' concerns
the Empire, and it shall hear the announcement: so not on the temple,
but to the _tianguez_. The god speaks to me! To the _tianguez_!"

In the chapel he exchanged his white surplice for the regalia of
sacrifice. Never before, to his fancy, wore the idol such seeming of
life. Satisfaction played grimly about its mouth; upon its brow, like a
coronet, sat the infinite Will. From the chapel he descended to the
street that led to the great square. Insensibly, as he hurried on, his
steps quickened; and bareheaded and unsandalled, his white beard and
hair loose and flowing, and his face beaming with excitement, he looked
the very embodiment of direful prophecy. On the streets he met only
slaves. At the theatre the entrance was blocked by people; soldiery
guarded the arena: but guard and people shrunk at his approach; and
thus, without word or cry, he rushed within the wall of shields, where
were none but the combatants, living and dead.

Midway the arena he halted, his face to the king. Around ran his
wondrous glance, and, regardless of the royalty present, the people
shouted, "The paba, the paba!" and their many voices shook the theatre.
Flinging the white locks back on his shoulders, he tossed his arms
aloft; and the tumult rose into the welkin, and a calm settled over the
multitude. Montezuma, with the malediction warm on his lips, bent from
his couch to hear his words.

"Woe is Tenochtitlan, the beautiful!" he cried, in the unmeasured
accents of grief. "Woe to homes, and people, and armies, and king! Why
this gathering of dwellers on the hills and in the valleys! Why the
combat of warriors? Quetzal' is at hand. He comes for vengeance. Woe is
Tenochtitlan, the beautiful! * * * * This, O king, is the day of the
fulfilment of prophecy. From out the sea, wafted by clouds, even now the
canoes of the god are coming. His power whitens the waves, and the
garments of his warriors gleam with the light of the sky. Woe is
Tenochtitlan! This day is the last of her perfect glory; to-morrow
Quetzal' will glisten on the sea-shore, and her Empire vanish forever.
* * * * People, say farewell to peace! Keepers of the temples, holy men,
go feed the fires, and say the prayer, and sacrifice the victim! And
thou, O king! summon thy strong men, leaders in battle, and be thy
banners counted, and thy nations marshalled. In vain! Woe is
Tenochtitlan! Sitting in the lake, she shines lustrously as a star; and
though in a valley of gardens, she is like a great tree shadowing in a
desert. But the ravager comes, and the tree shall be felled, and the
star go out darkling forever. The fires shall fade, the bones of the
dead kings be scattered, altars and gods overthrown, and every temple
levelled with the streets. Woe is Tenochtitlan! Ended,--ended forever is
the march of Azatlan, the mighty!"

His arms fell down, and, without further word, his head bowed upon his
breast, the prophet departed. The spell he left behind him remained
unbroken. As they recovered from the effects of his bodement, the people
left the theatre, their minds full of indefinite dread. If perchance
they spoke of the scene as they went, it was in whispers, and rather to
sound the depths of each other's alarm. And for the rest of the day they
remained in their houses, brooding alone, or collected in groups,
talking in low voices, wondering about the prescience of the paba, and
looking each moment for the development of something more terrible.

The king watched the holy man until he disappeared in the crowded
passage; then a deadly paleness overspread his face, and he sunk almost
to the platform. The nobles rushed around, and bore him to his
palanquin, their brave souls astonished that the warrior and priest and
mighty monarch could be so overcome. They carried him to his palace, and
left him to a solitude full of unkingly superstitions.

Guatamozin, serene amid the confusion, called the _tamanes_, and ordered
the old Othmi and the dead removed. The Tezcucan still breathed.

"The reviler of the gods shall be cared for," he said to himself. "If he
lives, their justice will convict him."

Before the setting of the sun, the structure in the _tianguez_ was taken
down and restored to the temples, never again to be used. Yet the
market-place remained deserted and vacant; the whole city seemed
plague-smitten.

And the common terror was not without cause, any more than Mualox was
without inspiration. That night the ships of Cortes, eleven in number,
and freighted with the materials of conquest, from the east of Yucatan,
came sweeping down the bay of Campeachy. Next morning they sailed up the
Rio de Tabasco, beautiful with its pure water and its banks fringed with
mangroves. Tecetl had described the fleet, the sails of which from afar
looked like clouds, while they did, indeed, whiten the sea.

Next evening a courier sped hotly over the causeway and up the street,
stopping at the gate of the royal palace. He was taken before the king;
and, shortly after, it went flying over the city how Quetzal' had
arrived, in canoes larger than temples, wafted by clouds, and full of
thunder and lightning. Then sank the monarch's heart; and, though the
Spaniard knew it not, his marvellous conquest was half completed before
his iron shoe smote the shore at San Juan de Ulloa.[27]

FOOTNOTES:

[27] Cortes' squadron reached the mouth of the river Tabasco on the
12th of March, 1519.

BOOK TWO.

CHAPTER I.

WHO ARE THE STRANGERS?

March passed, and April came, and still the strangers, in their great
canoes, lingered on the coast. Montezuma observed them with becoming
prudence; through his lookouts, he was informed of their progress from
the time they left the Rio de Tabasco.

The constant anxiety to which he was subjected affected his temper; and,
though roused from the torpor into which he had been plunged by the
visit to the golden chamber, and the subsequent prophecy of Mualox, his
melancholy was a thing of common observation. He renounced his ordinary
amusements, even _totoloque_, and went no more to the hunting-grounds on
the shore of the lake; in preference, he took long walks in the gardens,
and reclined in the audience-chamber of his palace; yet more remarkable,
conversation with his councillors and nobles delighted him more than the
dances of his women or the songs of his minstrels. In truth, the monarch
was himself a victim of the delusions he had perfected for his people.
Polytheism had come to him with the Empire; but he had enlarged upon it,
and covered it with dogmas; and so earnestly, through a long and
glorious reign, had he preached them, that, at last, he had become his
own most zealous convert. In all his dominions, there was not one whom
faith more inclined to absolute fear of Quetzal' than himself.

One evening he passed from his bath to the dining-hall for the last meal
of the day. Invigorated, and, as was his custom, attired for the fourth
time since morning in fresh garments, he walked briskly, and even droned
a song.

No monarch in Europe fared more sumptuously than Montezuma. The room
devoted to the purpose was spacious, and, on this occasion, brilliantly
lighted. The floor was spread with figured matting, and the walls hung
with beautiful tapestry; and in the centre of the apartment a luxurious
couch had been rolled for him, it being his habit to eat reclining;
while, to hide him from the curious, a screen had been contrived, and
set up between the couch and principal door. The viands set down by his
steward as the substantials of the first course were arranged upon the
floor before the couch, and kept warm and smoking by chafing-dishes. The
table, if such it may be called, was supplied by contributions from the
provinces, and furnished, in fact, no contemptible proof of his
authority, and the perfection with which it was exercised. The ware was
of the finest Cholulan manufacture, and, like his clothes, never used by
him but the once, a royal custom requiring him to present it to his
friends.[28]

When he entered the room, the evening I have mentioned, there were
present only his steward, four or five aged councillors, whom he was
accustomed to address as "uncles," and a couple of women, who occupied
themselves in preparing certain wafers and confections which he
particularly affected. He stretched himself comfortably upon the couch,
much, I presume, after the style of the Romans, and at once began the
meal. The ancients moved back several steps, and a score of boys, noble,
yet clad in the inevitable _nequen_, responding to a bell, came in and
posted themselves to answer his requests.

Sometimes, by invitation, the councillors were permitted to share the
feast; oftener, however, the only object of their presence was to afford
him the gratification of remark. The conversation was usually irregular,
and hushed and renewed as he prompted, and not unfrequently extended to
the gravest political and religious subjects. On the evening in question
he spoke to them kindly.

"I feel better this evening, uncles. My good star is rising above the
mists that have clouded it. We ought not to complain of what we cannot
help; still, I have thought that when the gods retained the power to
afflict us with sorrows, they should have given us some power to correct
them."

One of the old men answered reverentially, "A king should be too great
for sorrows; he should wear his crown against them as we wear our
mantles against the cold winds."

"A good idea," said the monarch, smiling; "but you forget that the
crown, instead of protecting, is itself the trouble. Come nearer,
uncles; there is a matter more serious about which I would hear your
minds."

They obeyed him, and he went on.

"The last courier brought me word that the strangers were yet on the
coast, hovering about the islands. Tell me, who say you they are, and
whence do they come?"

"How may we know more than our wise master?" said one of them.

"And our thoughts,--do we not borrow them from you, O king?" added
another.

"What! Call you those answers? Nay, uncles, my fools can better serve
me; if they cannot instruct, they can at least amuse."

The king spoke bitterly, and looking at one, probably the oldest of them
all, said,--

"Uncle, you are the poorest courtier, but you are discreet and honest. I
want opinions that have in them more wisdom than flattery. Speak to me
truly: who are these strangers?"

"For your sake, O my good king, I wish I were wise; for the trouble they
have given my poor understanding is indeed very great. I believe them to
be gods, landed from the Sun." And the old man went on to fortify his
belief with arguments. In the excited state of his fancy, it was easy
for him to convert the cannon of the Spaniards into engines of thunder
and lightning, and transform their horses into creatures of Mictlan
mightier than men. Right summarily he also concluded, that none but gods
could traverse the dominions of Haloc,[29] subjecting the variant winds
to their will. Finally, to prove the strangers irresistible, he referred
to the battle of Tabasco, then lately fought between Cortes and the
Indians.

Montezuma heard him in silence, and replied, "Not badly given, uncle;
your friends may profit by your example; but you have not talked as a
warrior. You have forgotten that we, too, have beaten the lazy
Tabascans. That reference proves as much for my caciques as for your
gods."

He waved his hand, and the first course was removed. The second
consisted for the most part of delicacies in the preparation of which
his _artistes_ delighted; at this time appeared the _choclatl_, a rich,
frothy beverage served in _xicaras_, or small golden goblets. Girls,
selected for their rank and beauty, succeeded the boys. Flocking around
him with light and echoless feet, very graceful, very happy, theirs was
indeed the service that awaits the faithful in Mahomet's Paradise. To
each of his ancients he passed a goblet of _choclatl_, then continued
his eating and talking.

"Yes. Be they gods or men, I would give a province to know their
intention; that, uncles, would enable me to determine my
policy,--whether to give them war or peace. As yet, they have asked
nothing but the privilege of trading with us; and, judging them by our
nations, I want not better warrant of friendship. As you know, strangers
have twice before been upon our coast in such canoes, and with such
arms;[30] and in both instances they sought gold, and getting it they
departed. Will these go like them?"

"Has my master forgotten the words of Mualox?"

"To Mictlan with the paba!" said the king, violently. "He has filled my
cities and people with trouble."

"Yet he is a prophet," retorted the old councillor, boldly. "How knew he
of the coming of the strangers before it was known in the palace?"

The flush of the king's face faded.

"It is a mystery, uncle,--a mystery too deep for me. All the day and
night before he was in his Cû; he went not into the city even."

"If the wise master will listen to the words of his slave, he will not
again curse the paba, but make him a friend."

The monarch's lip curled derisively.

"My palace is now a house of prayer and sober life; he would turn it
into a place of revelry."

All the ancients but the one laughed at the irony; that one repeated his
words.

"A friend; but how?" asked Montezuma.

"Call him from the Cû to the palace; let him stand here with us; in the
councils give him a voice. He can read the future; make of him an
oracle. O king, who like him can stand between you and Quetzal'?"

For a while Montezuma toyed idly with the _xicara_. He also believed in
the prophetic gifts of Mualox, and it was not the first time he had
pondered the question of how the holy man had learned the coming of the
strangers; to satisfy himself as to his means of information, he had
even instituted inquiries outside the palace. And yet it was but one of
several mysteries; behind it, if not superior, were the golden chamber,
its wealth, and the writing on the walls. They were not to be attributed
to the paba: works so wondrous could not have been done in one lifetime.
They were the handiwork of a god, who had chosen Mualox for his servant
and prophet; such was the judgment of the king.

Nor was that all. The monarch had come to believe that the strangers on
the coast were Quetzal' and his followers, whom it were vain to resist,
if their object was vengeance. But the human heart is seldom without its
suggestion of hope; and he thought, though resistance was impossible,
might he not propitiate? This policy had occupied his thoughts, and most
likely without result, for the words of the councillor seemed welcome.
Indeed, he could scarcely fail to recognize the bold idea they
conveyed,--nothing less, in fact, than meeting the god with his own
prophet.

"Very well," he said, in his heart. "I will use the paba. He shall come
and stand between me and the woe."

Then he arose, took a string of pearls from his neck, and with his own
hand placed it around that of the ancient.

"Your place is with me, uncle. I will have a chamber fitted for you here
in the palace. Go no more away. Ho, steward! The supper is done; let the
pipes be brought, and give me music and dance. Bid the minstrels come. A
song of the olden time may make me strong again."

FOOTNOTES:

[28] Prescott, Conq. of Mexico.

[29] God of the sea.

[30] The allusion was doubtless to the expeditions of Hernandez
de Cordova, in 1517, and Juan de Grijalva, in 1518.

CHAPTER II.

A TEZCUCAN LOVER.

Traces of the supper speedily disappeared. The screen was rolled away,
and pipes placed in the monarch's hand for distribution amongst his
familiars. Blue vapor began to ascend to the carved rafters, when the
tapestry on both sides of the room was flung aside, and the sound of
cornets and flutes poured in from an adjoining apartment; and, as if
answering the summons of the music, a company of dancing-girls entered,
and filled the space in front of the monarch; half nude were they, and
flashing with ornaments, and aerial with gauze and flying ribbons;
silver bells tinkled with each step, and on their heads were wreaths,
and in their hands garlands of flowers. Voluptuous children were they of
the voluptuous valley.

Saluting the monarch, they glided away, and commenced a dance. With
dreamy, half-shut eyes, through the scented cloud momently deepening
around him, he watched them; and in the sensuous, animated scene was
disclosed one of the enchantments that had weaned him from the martial
love of his youth.

Every movement of the figure had been carefully studied, and a kind of
æsthetic philosophy was blent with its perfect time and elegance of
motion. Slow and stately at first, it gradually quickened; then, as if
to excite the blood and fancy, it became more mazy and voluptuous; and
finally, as that is the sweetest song that ends with a long decadence,
it was so concluded as to soothe the transports itself had awakened.
Sweeping along, it reached a point, a very climax of abandon and beauty,
in which the dancers appeared to forget the music and the method of the
figure; then the eyes of the king shone brightly, and the pipe lingered
on his lips forgotten; and then the musicians began, one by one, to
withdraw from the harmony, and the dancers to vanish singly from the
room, until, at last, there was but one flute to be heard, while but one
girl remained. Finally, she also disappeared, and all grew still again.

And the king sat silent and listless, surrendered to the enjoyment which
was the object of the diversion; yet he heard the music; yet he saw the
lithe and palpitating forms of the dancers in posture and motion; yet he
felt the sweet influence of their youth and grace and beauty, not as a
passion, but rather a spell full of the suggestions of passion, when a
number of men came noiselessly in, and, kneeling, saluted him. Their
costume was that of priests, and each of them carried an instrument of
music fashioned somewhat like a Hebrew lyre.

"Ah, my minstrels, my minstrels!" he said, his face flushing with
pleasure. "Welcome in the streets, welcome in the camp, welcome in the
palace, also! What have you to-night?"

"When last we were admitted to your presence, O king, you bade us
compose hymns to the god Quetzal'--"

"Yes; I remember."

"We pray you not to think ill of your slaves if we say that the verses
which come unbidden are the best; no song of the bird's so beautiful as
the one it sings when its heart is full."

The monarch sat up.

"Nay, I did not command. I know something of the spirit of poetry. It is
not a thing to be driven by the will, like a canoe by a strong arm;
neither is it a slave, to come or go at a signal. I bid my warriors
march; I order the sacrifice; but the lays of my minstrels have ever
been of their free will. Leave me now. To you are my gardens and
palaces. I warrant the verses you have are good; but go ask your hearts
for better."

They retired with their faces toward him until hidden behind the
tapestry.

"I love a song, uncles," continued the king; "I love a hymn to the gods,
and a story of battle chanted in a deep voice. In the halls of the Sun
every soul is a minstrel, and every tale a song. But let them go; it is
well enough. I promised Iztlil', the Tezcucan, to give him audience
to-night. He comes to the palace but seldom, and he has not asked a
favor since I settled his quarrel with the lord Cacama. Send one to see
if he is now at the door."

Thereupon he fell to reflecting and smoking; and when next he spoke, it
was from the midst of an aromatic cloud.

"I loved the wise 'Hualpilli; for his sake, I would have his children
happy. He was a lover of peace, and gave more to policy than to war. It
were grievous to let his city be disturbed by feuds and fighting men;
therefore I gave it to the eldest son. His claim was best; and, besides,
he has the friendly heart to serve me. Still--still, I wish there had
been two Tezcucos."

"There was but one voice about the judgment in Tezcuco, O king; the
citizens all said it was just."

"And they would have said the same if I had given them Iztlil'. I know
the knaves, uncle. It was not their applause I cared for; but, you see,
in gaining a servant, I lost one. Iztlil' is a warrior. Had he the will,
he could serve me in the field as well as his brother in the council. I
must attach him to me. A strong arm is pleasant to lean on; it is better
than a staff."

Addressing himself to the pipe again, he sat smoking, and moodily
observing the vapor vanish above him. There was silence until Iztlil'
was ushered in.

The cacique was still suffering from his wounds. His step was feeble, so
that his obeisance was stopped by the monarch himself.

"Let the salutation go, my lord Iztlil'. Your courage has cost you much.
I remember you are the son of my old friend, and bid you welcome."

"The Tlascalans are good warriors," said the Tezcucan, coldly.

"And for that reason better victims," added the king, quickly. "By the
Sun, I know not what we would do without them. Their hills supply our
temples."

"And I, good king--I am but a warrior. My heart is not softened by
things pertaining to religion. Enough for me to worship the gods."

"Then you are not a student?"

"I never studied in the academies."

"I understand," said the king, with a low laugh. "You cannot name as
many stars as enemies whom you have slain. No matter. I have places for
such scholars. Have you commanded an army?"

"It pleased you to give me that confidence. I led my companies within
the Tlascalan wall, and came back with captives."

"I recollect now. But as most good warriors are modest, my son, I will
not tell you what the chiefs said of your conduct; you would blush--"

Iztlil' started.

"Content you, content you; your blush would not be for shame."

There was a pause, which the king gave to his pipe. Suddenly he said,
"There have been tongues busy with your fame, my son. I have heard you
were greatly dissatisfied because I gave your father's city to your
elder brother. But I consider that men are never without detractors, and
I cannot forget that you have perilled your life for the gods. Actions
I accept as the proofs of will. If the favor that brought you here be
reasonable, it is yours for the asking. I have the wish to serve you."

"I am not surprised that I have enemies," said Iztlil', calmly. "I will
abuse no one on that account; for I am an enemy, and can forgive in
others what I deem virtue in myself. But it moves me greatly, O king,
that my enemies should steal into your palace, and, in my absence, wrong
me in your opinion. But pardon me; I did not come to defend myself--"

"You have taken my words in an evil sense," interposed the king, with an
impatient gesture.

"Or to conceal the truth," the Tezcucan continued. "There is kingly
blood in me, and I dare speak as my father's son. So if they said merely
that I was dissatisfied with your judgment, they said truly."

Montezuma frowned.

"I intend my words to be respectful, most mighty king. A common wisdom
teaches us to respect the brave man and dread the coward. And there is
not in your garden a flower as beautiful, nor in your power a privilege
as precious, as free speech; and it would sound ill of one so great and
secure as my father's friend if he permitted in the streets and in the
farmer's hut what he forbade in his palace. I spoke of dissatisfaction;
but think not it was because you gave Tezcuco to my brother, and to me
the bare hills that have scarcely herbage enough for a wolf-covert. I am
less a prince than a warrior; all places are alike to me; the earth
affords me royal slumber, while no jewelled canopy is equal to the
starred heavens; and as there is a weakness in pleasant memories, I have
none. To such as I am, O king, what matters a barren hill or a proud
palace? I murmured, nay, I did more, because, in judging my quarrel, you
overthrew the independence of my country. When my father visited you
from across the lake, he was not accustomed to stand before you, or hide
his kingly robes beneath a slave's garb."

Montezuma half started from his seat. "Holy gods! Is rebellion so bold?"

"I meant no disrespect, great king. I only sought to justify myself, and
in your royal presence say what I have thought while fighting under your
banner. But, without more abuse of your patience, I will to my purpose,
especially as I came for peace and friendship."

"The son of my friend forgets that I have ways to make peace without
treating for it," said the king.

The Tezcucan smothered an angry reply.

"By service done, I have shown a disposition to serve you, O king. Very
soon every warrior will be needed. A throne may be laid amid hymns and
priestly prayers, yet have no strength; to endure, it must rest upon the
allegiance of love. Though I have spoken unpleasant words, I came to ask
that, by a simple boon, you give me cause to love. I have reflected that
I, too, am of royal blood, and, as the son of a king, may lead your
armies, and look for alliance in your house. By marriage, O king, I
desire, come good or evil, to link my fortune to yours."

Montezuma's countenance was stolid; no eye could have detected upon it
so much as surprise. He quietly asked, "Which of my daughters has found
favor in your eyes?"

"They are all beautiful, but only one of them is fitted for a warrior's
wife."

"Tula?"

Iztlil' bowed.

"She is dear to me," said the king, softly, "dearer than a city; she is
holy as a temple, and lovelier than the morning; her voice is sweet as
the summer wind, and her presence as the summer itself. Have you spoken
to her of this thing?"

"I love her, so that her love is nothing to me. Her feelings are her
own, but she is yours; and you are more powerful to give than she to
withhold."

"Well, well," said the monarch, after a little thought; "in my realm
there are none of better quality than the children of 'Hualpilli,--none
from whom such demand is as proper. Yet it is worthy deliberation. It is
true, I have the power to bestow, but there are others who have the
right to be consulted. I study the happiness of my people, and it were
unnatural if I cared less for that of my children. So leave me now, but
take with you, brave prince, the assurance that I am friendly to your
suit. The gods go with you!"

And Iztlil', after a low obeisance, withdrew; and then the overture was
fully discussed. Montezuma spoke freely, welcoming the opportunity of
securing the bold, free-spoken cacique, and seeing in the demand only a
question of policy. As might be expected, the ancients made no
opposition; they could see no danger in the alliance, and had no care
for the parties. It was policy.

CHAPTER III.

THE BANISHMENT OF GUATAMOZIN.

The palace of Montezuma was regarded as of very great sanctity, so that
his household, its economy, and the exact relation its members bore to
each other were mysteries to the public. From the best information,
however, it would seem that he had two lawful and acknowledged wives,
the queens Tecalco and Acatlan,[31] who, with their families, occupied
spacious apartments secure from intrusion. They were good-looking,
middle-aged women, whom the monarch honored with the highest respect and
confidence. By the first one, he had a son and daughter; by the second,
two daughters.

"Help me, Acatlan! I appeal to your friendship, to the love you bear
your children,--help me in my trouble." So the queen Tecalco prayed the
queen Acatlan in the palace the morning after the audience given the
Tezcucan by the king.

The two were sitting in a room furnished with some taste. Through the
great windows, shaded by purple curtains, streamed the fresh breath of
the early day. There were female slaves around them in waiting; while a
boy nearly grown, at the eastern end of the apartment, was pitching the
golden balls in _totoloque_. This was prince Io', the brother of Tula,
and son of Tecalco.

"What is the trouble? What can I do?" asked Acatlan.

"Listen to me," said Tecalco. "The king has just gone. He came in better
mood than usual, and talked pleasantly. Something had happened; some
point of policy had been gained. Nowadays, you know, he talks and thinks
of nothing but policy; formerly it was all of war. We cannot deny,
Acatlan, that he is much changed. Well, he played a game with Io', then
sat down, saying he had news which he thought would please me. You will
hardly believe it, but he said that Iztlil', the proud Tezcucan, asked
Tula in marriage last night. Think of it! Tula, my blossom, my soul! and
to that vile cacique!"

"Well, he is brave, and the son of 'Hualpilli," said Acatlan.

"What! You!" said Tecalco, despairingly. "Do you, too, turn against me?
I do not like him, and would not if he were the son of a god. Tula hates
him!"

"I will not turn against you, Tecalco. Be calmer, and tell me what more
the king said."

"I told him I was surprised, but not glad to hear the news. He frowned,
and paced the floor, now here, now there. I was frightened, but could
bear his anger better than the idea of my Tula, so good, so beautiful,
the wife of the base Tezcucan. He said the marriage must go on; it was
required by policy, and would help quiet the Empire, which was never so
threatened. You will hardly believe I ventured to tell him that it
should not be, as Tula was already contracted to Guatamozin. I supposed
that announcement would quiet the matter, but it only enraged him; he
spoke bitterly of the 'tzin. I could scarcely believe my ears. He used
to love him. What has happened to change his feeling?"

Acatlan thrummed her pretty mouth with her fingers, and thought awhile.

"Yes, I have heard some stories about the 'tzin--"

"Indeed!" said Tecalco, opening her eyes.

"He too has changed, as you may have observed," continued Acatlan. "He
used to be gay and talkative, fond of company, and dance; latterly, he
stays at home, and when abroad, mopes, and is silent; while we all know
that no great private or public misfortune has happened him. The king
appears to have noticed it. And, my dear sister,"--the queen lowered her
voice to a confidential whisper,--"they say the 'tzin aspires to the
throne."

"What! Do you believe it? Does the king?" cried Tecalco, more in anger
than surprise.

"I believe nothing yet, though there are some grounds for his accusers
to go upon. They say he entertains at his palace near Iztapalapan none
but men of the army, and that while in Tenochtitlan, he studies the
favor of the people, and uses his wealth to win popularity with all
classes. Indeed, Tecalco, somehow the king learned that, on the day of
the celebration of Quetzal', the 'tzin was engaged in a direct
conspiracy against him."

"It is false, Acatlan, it is false! The king has not a more faithful
subject. I know the 'tzin. He is worth a thousand of the Tezcucan, who
is himself the traitor." And the vexed queen beat the floor with her
sandalled foot.

"As to that, Tecalco, I know nothing. But what more from the king?"

"He told me that Tula should never marry the 'tzin; he would use all his
power against it; he would banish him from the city first. And his rage
increased until, finally, he swore by the gods he would order a banquet,
and, in presence of all the lords of the Empire, publicly betroth Tula
and the Tezcucan. He said he would do anything the safety of the throne
and the gods required of him. He never was so angry. And that, O
Acatlan, my sister, that is my trouble. How can I save my child from
such a horrid betrothal?"

Acatlan shook her head gloomily. "The king brooks defeat better than
opposition. We would not be safe to do anything openly. I acknowledge
myself afraid, and unable to advise you."

Tecalco burst into tears, and wrung her hands, overcome by fear and
rage. Io' then left his game, and came to her. He was not handsome,
being too large for his years, and ungraceful; this tendency to
homeliness was increased by the smallness of his face and head; the
features were actually childish.

"Say no more, mother," he said, tears standing in his eyes, as if to
prove his sympathy and kindliness. "You know it would be better to play
with the tigers than stir the king to anger."

"Ah, Io', what shall I do? I always heard you speak well of the 'tzin.
You loved him once."

"And I love him yet."

Tecalco was less pacified than ever.

"What would I not give to know who set the king so against him! Upon the
traitor be the harm there is in a mother's curse! If my child must be
sacrificed, let it be by a priest, and as a victim to the gods."

"Do not speak so. Be wise, Tecalco. Recollect such sorrows belong to our
rank."

"Our rank, Acatlan! I can forget it sooner than that I am a mother! O,
you do not know how long I have nursed the idea of wedding Tula to the
'tzin! Since their childhood I have prayed, plotted, and hoped for it.
With what pride I have seen them grow up,--he so brave, generous, and
princely, she so staid and beautiful! I have never allowed her to think
of other destiny: the gods made them for each other."

"Mother," said Io', thoughtfully, "I have heard you say that Guatamozin
was wise. Why not send him word of what has happened, and put our trust
in him?"

The poor queen caught at the suggestion eagerly; for with a promise of
aid, at the same time it relieved her of responsibility, of all burthens
the most dreadful to a woman. And Acatlan, really desirous of helping
her friend, but at a loss for a plan, and terrified by the idea of the
monarch's wrath incurred, wondered they had not thought of the proposal
sooner, and urged the 'tzin's right to be informed of the occurrence.

"There must be secrecy, Tecalco. The king must never know us as
traitors: that would be our ruin."

"There shall be no danger; I can go myself," said Io'. "It is long since
I was at Iztapalapan, and they say the 'tzin has such beautiful gardens.
I want to see the three kings who hold torches in his hall; I want to
try a bow with him." After some entreaty, Tecalco assented. She
required him, however, to put on a costume less likely to attract
attention, and take some other than a royal canoe across the lake. Half
an hour later, he passed out of a garden gate, and, by a circuitous
route, hurried to the canal in which lay the vessels of the Iztapalapan
watermen. He found one, and was bargaining with its owner, when a young
man walked briskly up, and stepped into a canoe close by. Something in
the gay dress of the stranger made Io' look at him a second time, and he
was hardly less pleased than surprised at being addressed,--

"Ho, friend! I am going to your city. Save your cocoa, and go with me."

Io' was confused.

"Come on!" the stranger persisted, with a pleasant smile. "Come on! I
want company. You were never so welcome."

The smile decided the boy. He set one foot in the vessel, but instantly
retreated--an ocelot, crouched in the bottom, raised its round head, and
stared fixedly at him. The stranger laughed, and reassured him, after
which he walked boldly forward. Then the canoe swung from its mooring,
and in a few minutes, under the impulsion of three strong slaves, went
flying down the canal. Under bridges, through incoming flotillas, and
past the great houses on either hand they darted, until the city was
left behind, and the lake, colored with the borrowed blue of the sky,
spread out rich and billowy before them. The eyes of the stranger
brightened at the prospect.

"I like this. By Our Mother, I like it!" he said, earnestly. "We have
lakes in Tihuanco on which I have spent days riding waves and spearing
fish; but they were dull to this. See the stretch of the water! Look
yonder at the villages, and here at the city and Chapultepec! Ah, that
you were born in Tenochtitlan be proud. There is no grander birthplace
this side of the Sun!"

"I am an Aztec," said Io', moved by the words.

The other smiled, and added, "Why not go further, and say, 'and son of
the king?'"

Io' was startled.

"Surprised! Good prince, I am a hunter. From habit, I observe
everything; a track, a tree, a place, once seen is never forgotten; and
since I came to the city, the night before the combat of Quetzal', the
habit has not left me. That day you were seated under the red canopy,
with the princesses Tula and Nenetzin. So I came to know the king's
son."

"Then you saw the combat?"

"And how brave it was! There never was its match,--never such archery as
the 'tzin's. Then the blow with which he killed the Othmi! I only
regretted that the Tezcucan escaped. I do not like him; he is envious
and spiteful; it would have been better had he fallen instead of the
Otompan. You know Iztlil'?"

"Not to love him," said Io'.

"Is he like the 'tzin?"

"Not at all."

"So I have heard," said the hunter, shrugging his shoulders. "But----
Down, fellow!" he cried to the ocelot, whose approaches discomposed the
prince. "I was going to say," he resumed, with a look which, as an
invitation to confidence, was irresistible, "that there is no reason why
you and I should not be friends. We are both going to see the 'tzin----"

Io' was again much confused.

"I only heard you say so to the waterman on the landing. If your visit,
good prince, was intended as a secret, you are a careless messenger. But
have no fear. I intend entering the 'tzin's service; that is, if he will
take me."

"Is the 'tzin enlisting men?" asked Io'.

"No. I am merely weary of hunting. My father is a good merchant whose
trading life is too tame for me. I love excitement. Even hunting deer
and chasing wolves are too tame. I will now try war, and there is but
one whom I care to follow. Together we will see and talk to him."

"You speak as if you were used to arms."

"My skill may be counted nothing. I seek the service more from what I
imagine it to be. The march, the camp, the battle, the taking captives,
the perilling life, when it is but a secondary object, as it must be
with every warrior of true ambition, all have charms for my fancy.
Besides, I am discontented with my condition. I want honor, rank, and
command,--wealth I have. Hence, for me, the army is the surest road.
Beset with trials, and needing a good heart and arm, yet it travels
upward, upward, and that is all I seek to know."

The _naïveté_ and enthusiasm of the hunter were new and charming to the
prince, who was impelled to study him once more. He noticed how exactly
the arms were rounded; that the neck was long, muscular, and widened at
the base, like the trunk of an oak; that the features, excited by the
passing feeling, were noble and good; that the very carriage of the head
was significant of aptitude for brave things, if not command. Could the
better gods have thrown Io' in such company for self-comparison? Was
that the time they had chosen to wake within him the longings of mind
natural to coming manhood? He felt the inspiration of an idea new to
him. All his life had been passed in the splendid monotony of his
father's palace; he had been permitted merely to hear of war, and that
from a distance; of the noble passion for arms he knew nothing.
Accustomed to childish wants, with authority to gratify them, ambition
for power had not yet disturbed him. But, as he listened, it was given
him to see the emptiness of his past life, and understand the advantages
he already possessed; he said to himself, "Am I not master of grade and
opportunities, so coveted by this unknown hunter, and so far above his
reach?" In that moment the contentment which had canopied his existence,
like a calm sky, full of stars and silence and peace, was taken up, and
whirled away; his spirit strengthened with a rising ambition and a
courage royally descended.

"You are going to study with the 'tzin. I would like to be your
comrade," he said.

"I accept you, I give you my heart!" replied the hunter, with beaming
face. "We will march, and sleep, and fight, and practise together. I
will be true to you as shield to the warrior. Hereafter, O prince, when
you would speak of me, call me Hualpa; and if you would make me happy,
say of me, 'He is my comrade!'"

The sun stood high in the heavens when they reached the landing.
Mounting a few steps that led from the water's edge, they found
themselves in a garden rich with flowers, beautiful trees, running
streams, and trellised summer-houses,--the garden of a prince,--of
Guatamozin, the true hero of his country.

FOOTNOTES:

[31] These are the proper names of the queens. MSS of Muñoz. Also,
note to Prescott, Conq. of Mexico, Vol. II., p. 351.

CHAPTER IV.

GUATAMOZIN AT HOME.

Guatamozin inherited a great fortune, ducal rank, and an estate near
Iztapalapan. Outside the city, midst a garden that extended for miles
around, stood his palace, built in the prevalent style, one story high,
but broad and wide enough to comfortably accommodate several thousand
men. His retainers, a legion in themselves, inhabited it for the most
part; and whether soldier, artisan, or farmer, each had his quarters,
his exclusive possession as against every one but the 'tzin.

The garden was almost entirely devoted to the cultivation of fruits and
flowers. Hundreds of slaves, toiling there constantly under tasteful
supervision, made and kept it beautiful past description. Rivulets of
pure water, spanned by bridges and bordered with flowers, ran through
every part over beds of sand yellow as gold. The paths frequently led to
artificial lagoons, delightful for the coolness that lingered about
them, when the sun looked with his burning eye down upon the valley; for
they were fringed with willow and sycamore trees, all clad with vines as
with garments; and some were further garnished with little islands,
plumed with palms, and made attractive by kiosks. Nor were these all.
Fountains and cascades filled the air with sleepy songs; orange-groves
rose up, testifying to the clime they adorned; and in every path small
_teules_, on pedestals of stone, so mingled religion with the loveliness
that there could be no admiration without worship.

Io' and Hualpa, marvelling at the beauty they beheld, pursued a path,
strewn with white sand, and leading across the garden, to the palace. A
few armed men loitered about the portal, but allowed them to approach
without question. From the antechamber they sent their names to the
'tzin, and directly the slave returned with word to Io' to follow him.

The study into which the prince was presently shown was furnished with
severe plainness. An arm-chair, if such it may be called, some rude
tables and uncushioned benches, offered small encouragement to idleness.

Sand, glittering like crushed crystal, covered the floor, and, instead
of tapestry, the walls were hung with maps of the Empire, and provinces
the most distant. Several piles of MSS.,--the books of the Aztecs,--with
parchment and writing-materials, lay on a table; and half concealed
amongst them was a harp, such as we have seen in the hands of the royal
minstrels.

"Welcome, Io', welcome!" said the 'tzin, in his full voice. "You have
come at length, after so many promises,--come last of all my friends.
When you were here before, you were a child, and I a boy like you now.
Let us go and talk it over." And leading him to a bench by a window,
they sat down.

"I remember the visit," said Io'. "It was many years ago. You were
studying then, and I find you studying yet."

A serious thought rose to the 'tzin's mind, and his smile was clouded.

"You do not understand me, Io'. Shut up in your father's palace, your
life is passing too dreamily. The days with you are like waves of the
lake: one rolls up, and, scarcely murmuring, breaks on the shore;
another succeeds,--that is all. Hear, and believe me. He who would be
wise must study. There are many who live for themselves, a few who live
for their race. Of the first class, no thought is required; they eat,
sleep, are merry, and die, and have no hall in heaven: but the second
must think, toil, and be patient; they must know, and, if possible, know
everything. God and ourselves are the only sources of knowledge. I would
not have you despise humanity, but all that is from ourselves is soon
learned. There is but one inexhaustible fountain of intelligence, and
that is Nature, the God Supreme. See those volumes; they are of men,
full of wisdom, but nothing original; they are borrowed from the book of
deity,--the always-opened book, of which the sky is one chapter, and
earth the other. Very deep are the lessons of life and heaven there
taught. I confess to you, Io', that I aspire to be of those whose lives
are void of selfishness, who live for others, for their country. Your
father's servant, I would serve him understandingly; to do so, I must be
wise; and I cannot be wise without patient study."

Io's unpractised mind but half understood the philosophy to which he
listened; but when the 'tzin called himself his father's servant,
Acatlan's words recurred to the boy.

"O 'tzin," he said, "they are not all like you, so good, so true. There
have been some telling strange stories about you to the king."

"About me?"

"They say you want to be king,"--the listener's face was passive,--"and
that on Quetzal's day you were looking for opportunity to attack my
father." Still there was no sign of emotion. "Your staying at home, they
say, is but a pretence to cover your designs."

"And what more, Io'?"

"They say you are taking soldiers into your pay; that you give money,
and practise all manner of arts, to become popular in Tenochtitlan; and
that your delay in entering the arena on the day of the combat had
something to do with your conspiracy."

For a moment the noble countenance of the 'tzin was disturbed.

"A lying catalogue! But is that all?"

"No,"--and Io's voice trembled,--"I am a secret messenger from the queen
Tecalco, my mother. She bade me say to you, that last night Iztlil', the
Tezcucan, had audience with the king, and asked Tula for his wife."

Guatamozin sprang from his seat more pallid than ever in battle.

"And what said Montezuma?"

"This morning he came to the queen, my mother, and told her about it;
on your account she objected; but he became angry, spoke harshly of you,
and swore Tula should not wed with you; he would banish you first."

Through the silent cell the 'tzin strode gloomily; the blow weakened
him. Mualox was wrong; men cannot make themselves almost gods; by having
many ills, and bearing them bravely, they can only become heroes. After
a long struggle he resumed his calmness and seat.

"What more from the queen?"

"Only, that as she was helpless, she left everything to you. She dares
not oppose the king."

"I understand!" exclaimed the 'tzin, starting from the bench again. "The
Tezcucan is my enemy. Crossing the lake, night before the combat, he
told me he loved Tula, and charged me with designs against the Empire,
and cursed the king and his crown. Next day he fought under my
challenge. The malice of a mean soul cannot be allayed by kindness. But
for me the _tamanes_ would have buried him with the Tlascalans. I sent
him to my house; my slaves tended him; yet his hate was only sharpened."

He paced the floor to and fro, speaking vehemently.

"The ingrate charges me with aspiring to the throne. Judge me, holy
gods! Judge how willingly I would lay down my life to keep the crown
where it is! He says my palace has been open to men of the army. It was
always so,--I am a warrior. I have consulted them about the Empire, but
always as a subject, never for its ill. Such charges I laugh at; but
that I sought to slay the king is too horrible for endurance. On the day
of the combat, about the time of the assemblage, I went to the Cû of
Quetzal' for blessing. I saw no smoke or other sign of fire upon the
tower. Mualox was gone, and I trembled lest the fire should be dead. I
climbed up, and found only a few living embers. There were no fagots on
the roof, nor in the court-yard; the shrine was abandoned, Mualox old.
The desolation appealed to me. The god seemed to claim my service. I
broke my spear and shield, and flung the fragments into the urn, then
hastened to the palace, loaded some _tamanes_ with wood, and went back
to the Cû. I was not too late there; but, hurrying to the _tianguez_, I
found myself almost dishonored. So was I kept from the arena; that
service to the god is now helping my enemy as proof that I was waiting
on a housetop to murder my king and kinsman! Alas! I have only slaves to
bear witness to the holy work that kept me on the temple. Much I fear
the gods are making the king blind for his ruin and the ruin of us all.
He believes the strangers on the coast are from the Sun, when they are
but men. Instead of war against them, he is thinking of embassies and
presents. Now, more than ever, he needs the support of friends; but he
divides his family against itself, and confers favors on enemies. I see
the danger. Unfriendly gods are moving against us, not in the strangers,
but in our own divisions. Remember the prophecy of Mualox, 'The race of
Azatlan is ended forever.'"

The speaker stopped his walking, and his voice became low and tremulous.

"Yet I love him; he has been kind; he gave me command; through his
graciousness I have dwelt unmolested in this palace of my father. I am
bound to him by love and law. As he has been my friend, I will be his;
when his peril is greatest, I will be truest. Nothing but ill from him
to Anahuac can make me his enemy. So, so,--let it pass. I trust the
future to the gods."

Then, as if seeking to rid himself of the bitter subject, he turned to
Io'. "Did not some one come with you?"

The boy told what he knew of Hualpa.

"I take him to be no common fellow; he has some proud ideas. I think you
would like him."

"I will try your hunter, Io'. And if he is what you say of him, I will
accept his service."

And they went immediately to the antechamber, where Hualpa saluted the
'tzin. The latter surveyed his fine person approvingly, and said, "I am
told you wish to enter my service. Were you ever in battle?"

The hunter told his story with his wonted modesty.

"Well, the chase is a good school for warriors. It trains the thews,
teaches patience and endurance, and sharpens the spirit's edge. Let us
to the garden. A hand to retain skill must continue its practice; like a
good memory, it is the better for exercise. Come, and I will show you
how I keep prepared for every emergency of combat." And so saying, the
'tzin led the visitors out.

They went to the garden, followed by the retainers lounging at the door.
A short walk brought them to a space surrounded by a copse of
orange-trees, strewn with sand, and broad enough for a mock battle; a
few benches about the margin afforded accommodation to spectators; a
stone house at the northern end served for armory, and was full of arms
and armor. A glance assured the visitors that the place had been
prepared expressly for training. Some score or more of warriors, in the
military livery of the 'tzin, already occupied a portion of the field.
Upon his appearance they quitted their games, and closed around him with
respectful salutations.

"How now, my good Chinantlan!" he said, pleasantly. "Did I not award you
a prize yesterday? There are few in the valley who can excel you in
launching the spear."

"The plume is mine no longer," replied the warrior. "I was beaten last
night. The winner, however, is a countryman."

"A countryman! You Chinantlans seem born to the spear. Where is the
man?"

The victor stepped forward, and drew up before the master, who regarded
his brawny limbs, sinewy neck, and bold eyes with undisguised
admiration; so an artist would regard a picture or a statue. Above the
fellow's helm floated a plume of scarlet feathers, the trophy of his
superior skill.

"Get your spear," said the 'tzin. "I bring you a competitor."

The spear was brought, an ugly weapon in any hand. The head was of
copper, and the shaft sixteen feet long. The rough Chinantlan handled it
with a loving grip.

"Have you such in Tihuanco?" asked Guatamozin.

Hualpa balanced the weapon and laughed.

"We have only javelins,--mere reeds to this. Unless to hold an enemy at
bay, I hardly know its use. Certainly, it is not for casting."

"Set the mark, men. We will give the stranger a lesson. Set it to the
farthest throw."

A pine picket was then set up a hundred feet away, presenting a target
of the height and breadth of a man, to which a shield was bolted
breast-high from the sand.

"Now give the Chinantlan room!"

The wearer of the plume took his place; advancing one foot, he lifted
the spear above his head with the right hand, poised it a moment, then
hurled it from him, and struck the picket a palm's breadth below the
shield.

"Out, out!" cried the 'tzin. "Bring me the spear; I have a mind to wear
the plume myself."

When it was brought him, he cast it lightly as a child would toss a
weed; yet the point drove clanging through the brazen base of the
shield, and into the picket behind. Amid the applause of the sturdy
warriors he said to Hualpa,--

"Get ready; the hunter must do something for the honor of his native
hills."

"I cannot use a spear in competition with Guatamozin," said Hualpa,
with brightening eyes; "but if he will have brought a javelin, a good
comely weapon, I will show him my practice."

A slender-shafted missile, about half the length of the spear, was
produced from the armory, and examined carefully.

"See, good 'tzin, it is not true. Let me have another."

The next one was to his satisfaction.

"Now," he said, "set the target thrice a hundred feet away. If the
dainty living of Xoli have not weakened my arm, I will at least strike
yon shield."

The bystanders looked at each other wonderingly, and the 'tzin was
pleased. He had not lost a word or a motion of Hualpa's. The feat
undertaken was difficult and but seldom achieved successfully; but the
aspirant was confident, and he manifested the will to which all
achievable things are possible.

The target was reset, and the Tihuancan took the stand. Resting the
shaft on the palm of his left hand, he placed the fingers of his right
against the butt, and drew the graceful weapon arm-length backward. It
described an arc in the air, and to the astonishment of all fell in the
shield a little left of the centre.

"Tell me, Hualpa," said Guatamozin, "are there more hunters in Tihuanco
who can do such a deed? I will have you bring them to me."

The Tihuancan lowered his eyes. "I grieve to say, good 'tzin, that I
know of none. I excelled them all. But I can promise that in my native
province there are hundreds braver than I, ready to serve you to the
death."

"Well, it is enough. I intended to try you further, and with other
weapons, but not now. He who can so wield a javelin must know to bend a
bow and strike with a _maquahuitl_. I accept your service. Let us to the
palace."

Hualpa thrilled with delight. Already he felt himself in the warrior's
path, with a glory won. All his dreams were about to be realized. In
respectful silence he followed Guatamozin, and as they reached the
portal steps, Io' touched his arm:

"Remember our compact on the lake," he whispered.

The hunter put his arm lovingly about the prince, and so they entered
the house. And that day Fate wove a brotherhood of three hearts which
was broken only by death.

CHAPTER V.

NIGHT AT THE CHALCAN'S.

The same day, in the evening, Xoli lay on a lounge by the fountain under
his portico. His position gave him the range of the rooms, which glowed
like day, and resounded with life. He could even distinguish the
occupations of some of his guests. In fair view a group was listening to
a minstrel; beyond them he occasionally caught sight of girls dancing;
and every moment peals of laughter floated out from the chambers of
play. A number of persons, whose arms and attire published them of the
nobler class, sat around the Chalcan in the screen of the curtains,
conversing, or listlessly gazing out on the square.

Gradually Xoli's revery became more dreamy; sleep stole upon his senses,
and shut out the lullaby of the fountain, and drowned the influence of
his _cuisine_. His patrons after a while disappeared, and the watchers
on the temples told the passing time without awakening him. Very happy
was the Chalcan.

The slumber was yet strong upon him, when an old man and a girl came to
the portico. The former, decrepit and ragged, seated himself on the
step. Scanty hair hung in white locks over his face; and grasping a
staff, he rested his head wearily upon his hands, and talked to himself.

The girl approached the Chalcan with the muffled tread of fear. She was
clad in the usual dress of her class,--a white chemise, with several
skirts short and embroidered, over which, after being crossed at the
throat, a red scarf dropped its tasseled ends nearly to her heels. The
neatness of the garments more than offset their cheapness. Above her
forehead, in the fillet that held the mass of black hair off her face,
leaving it fully exposed, there was the gleam of a common jewel;
otherwise she was without ornament. In all beauty there is--nay, must
be--an idea; so that a countenance to be handsome even, must in some way
at sight quicken a sentiment or stir a memory in the beholder. It was so
here. To look at the old man's guardian was to know that she had a
sorrow to tell, and to pity her before it was told; to be sure that
under her tremulous anxiety there was a darksome story and an
extraordinary purpose, the signs of which, too fine for the materialism
of words, but plain to the sympathetic inner consciousness, lurked in
the corners of her mouth, looked from her great black eyes, and blent
with every action.

Gliding over the marble, she stopped behind the sleeper, and spoke,
without awakening him; her voice was too like the murmur of the
fountain. Frightened at the words, low as they were, she hesitated; but
a look at the old man reassured her, and she called again. Xoli started.

"How now, mistress!" he said, angrily, reaching for her hand.

"I want to see Xoli, the Chalcan," she replied, escaping his touch.

"What have you to do with him?"

He sat up, and looked at her in wonder.

"What have you to do with him?" he repeated, in a kindlier tone.

Her face kindled with a sudden intelligence. "Xoli! The gods be praised!
And their blessing on you, if you will do a kind deed for a countryman!"

"Well! But what beggar is that? Came he with you?"

"It is of him I would speak. Hear me!" she asked drawing near him again.
"He is poor, but a Chalcan. If you have memory of the city of your
birth, be merciful to his child."

"His child! Who? Nay, it is a beggar's tale! Ho, fellow! How many times
have I driven you away already! How dare you return!"

Slowly the old man raised his head from his staff, and turned his face
to the speaker; there was no light there: he was blind!

"By the holy fires, no trick this! Say on, girl. He is a Chalcan, you
said."

"A countryman of yours,"--and her tears fell fast. "A hut is standing
where the causeway leads from Chalco to Iztapalapan; it is my father's.
He was happy under its roof; for, though blind and poor, he could hear
my mother's voice, which was the kindliest thing on earth to him. But
Our Mother called her on the coming of a bright morning, and since then
he has asked for bread, when I had not a _tuna_[32] to give him. O Xoli!
did you but know what it is to ask for bread, when there is none! I am
his child, and can think of but one way to quiet his cry." And she
paused, looking in his face for encouragement.

"Tell me your name, girl; tell me your name, then go on," he said, with
a trembling lip, for his soul was clever.

At that instant the old man moaned querulously, "Yeteve, Yeteve!"

She went, and clasped his neck, and spoke to him soothingly. Xoli's eyes
became humid; down in the depths of his heart an emotion grew strangely
warm.

"Yeteve, Yeteve!" he repeated, musingly, thinking the syllables soft and
pretty. "Come; stand here again, Yeteve," said he, aloud, when the
dotard was pacified. "He wants bread, you say: how would you supply
him?"

"You are rich. You want many slaves; and the law permits the poor to
sell themselves.[33] I would be your slave,--asking no price, except
that you give the beggar bread."

"A slave! Sell yourself!" he cried, in dismay. "A slave! Why, you are
beautiful, Yeteve, and have not bethought yourself that some day the
gods may want you for a victim."

She was silent.

"What can you do? Dance? Sing? Can you weave soft veils and embroider
golden flowers, like ladies in the palaces? If you can, no slave in
Anahuac will be so peerless; the lords will bid more cocoa than you can
carry; you will be rich."

"If so, then can I do all you have said."

And she ran, and embraced the old man, saying, "Patience, patience! In a
little while we will have bread, and be rich. Yes," she continued,
returning to the Chalcan, "they taught me in the _teocallis_, where they
would have had me as priestess."

"It is good to be a priestess, Yeteve; you should have stayed there."

"But I did so love the little hut by the causeway. And I loved the
beggar, and they let me go."

"And now you wish to sell yourself? I want slaves, but not such as you,
Yeteve. I want those who can work,--slaves whom the lash will hurt, but
not kill. Besides, you are worth more cocoa than I can spare. Keep back
your tears. I will do better than buy you myself. I will sell you, and
to-night. Here in my house you shall dance for the bidders. I know them
all. He shall be brave and rich and clever who buys,--clever and brave,
and the owner of a palace, full of bread for the beggar, and love for
Yeteve."

Clapping his hands, a slave appeared at the door.

"Take yon beggar, and give him to eat. Lead him,--he is blind. Come,
child, follow me."

He summoned his servants, and bade them publish the sale in every
apartment; then he led the girl to the hall used for the exhibition of
his own dancing-girls. It was roomy and finely lighted; the floor was of
polished marble; a blue drop-curtain extended across the northern end,
in front of which were rows of stools, handsomely cushioned, for
spectators. Music, measured for the dance, greeted the poor priestess,
and had a magical effect upon her; her eyes brightened, a smile played
about her mouth. Never was the chamber of the rich Chalcan graced by a
creature fairer or more devoted.

"A priestess of the dance needs no teaching from me," said Xoli, patting
her flushed cheek. "Get ready; they are coming. Beware of the marble;
and when I clap my hands, begin."

She looked around the hall once; not a point escaped her. Springing to
the great curtain, and throwing her robe away, she stood before it in
her simple attire; and no studied effect of art could have been more
beautiful; motionless and lovely, against the relief of the blue
background, she seemed actually _spirituelle_.

Upon the announcement of the auction, the patrons of the house hurried
to the scene. Voluntary renunciation of freedom was common enough among
the poorer classes in Tenochtitlan, but a transaction of the kind under
the auspices of the rich broker was a novelty; so that curiosity and
expectation ran high. The nobles, as they arrived, occupied the space in
front of the curtain, or seated themselves, marvelling at the expression
of her countenance.

The music had not ceased; and the bidders being gathered, Xoli, smiling
with satisfaction, stepped forward to give the signal, when an uproar of
merriment announced the arrival of a party of the younger dignitaries of
the court,--amongst them Iztlil', the Tezcucan, and Maxtla, chief of the
guard, the former showing signs of quick recovery from his wounds, the
latter superbly attired.

"Hold! What have we here?" cried the Tezcucan, surveying the girl. "Has
this son of Chalco been robbing the palace?"

"The temples, my lord Iztlil'! He has robbed the temples! By all the
gods, it is the priestess Yeteve!" answered Maxtla, amazed. "Say,
Chalcan, what does priestess of the Blessed Lady in such unhallowed
den?"

The broker explained.

"Good, good!" shouted the new-comers.

"Begin, Xoli! A thousand cocoa for the priestess,--millions of bread for
the beggar!" This from Maxtla.

"Only a thousand?" said Iztlil', scornfully. "Only a thousand? Five
thousand to begin with, more after she dances."

Xoli gave the signal, and the soul of the Chalcan girl broke forth in
motion. Dancing had been her _rôle_ in the religious rites of the
temple; many a time the pabas around the altar, allured by her matchless
grace, had turned from the bleeding heart indifferent to its auguration.
And she had always danced moved by no warmer impulse than duty; so that
the prompting of the spirit in the presence of a strange auditory free
to express itself, like that she now faced, came to her for the first
time. The dance chosen was one of the wild, quick, pulsating figures
wont to be given in thanksgiving for favorable tokens from the deity.
The steps were irregular and difficult; a great variety of posturing was
required; the head, arms, and feet had each their parts, all to be
rendered in harmony. At the commencement she was frightened by the
ecstasy that possessed her; suddenly the crowd vanished, and she saw
only the beggar, and him wanting bread. Then her form became divinely
gifted; she bounded as if winged; advanced and retreated, a moment
swaying like a reed, the next whirling like a leaf in a circling wind.
The expression of her countenance throughout was so full of soul, so
intense, rapt, and beautiful, that the lords were spell-bound. When the
figure was ended, there was an outburst of voices, some bidding, others
applauding; though most of the spectators were silent from pity and
admiration.

Of the competitors the loudest was Iztlil'. In his excitement, he would
have sacrificed his province to become the owner of the girl. Maxtla
opposed him.

"Five thousand cocoa! Hear, Chalcan!" shouted the Tezcucan.

"A thousand better!" answered Maxtla, laughing at the cacique's rage.

"By all the gods, I will have her! Put me down a thousand quills of
gold!"

"A thousand quills above him! Not bread, but riches for the beggar!"
replied Maxtla, half in derision.

"Two thousand,--only two thousand quills! More, noble lords! She is
worth a palace!" sung Xoli, trembling with excitement; for in such large
bids he saw an extraordinary loan. Just then, under the parted curtain
of the principal doorway, he beheld one dear to every lover of
Tenochtitlan; he stopped. All eyes turned in that direction, and a
general exclamation followed,--"The 'tzin, the 'tzin!"

Guatamozin was in full military garb, and armed. As he lingered by the
door to comprehend the scene, what with his height, brassy helm, and
embossed shield, he looked like a Greek returned from Troy.

"Yeteve, the priestess!" he said. "Impossible!"

He strode to the front.

"How?" he said, placing his hand on her head. "Has Yeteve flown the
temple to become a slave?"

Up to this time, it would seem that, in the fixedness of her purpose,
she had been blind to all but the beggar, and deaf to everything but the
music. Now she knelt at the feet of the noble Aztec, sobbing
broken-heartedly. The spectators were moved with sympathy,--all save
one.

"Who stays the sale? By all the gods, Chalcan, you shall proceed!"

Scarcely had the words been spoken, or the duller faculties understood
them, before Guatamozin confronted the speaker, his javelin drawn, and
his shield in readiness. Naturally his countenance was womanly gentle;
but the transition of feeling was mighty, and those looking upon him
then shrank with dread; it was as if their calm blue lake had in an
instant darkened with storm. Face to face he stood with the Tezcucan,
the latter unprepared for combat, but in nowise daunted. In their angry
attitude a seer might have read the destiny of Anahuac.

One thrust of the javelin would have sent the traitor to Mictlan; the
Empire, as well as the wrongs of the lover, called for it; but before
the veterans, recovering from their panic, could rush between the
foemen, all the 'tzin's calmness returned.

"Xoli," he said, "a priestess belongs to the temple, and cannot be sold;
such is the law. The sale would have sent your heart, and that of her
purchaser, to the Blessed Lady. Remove the girl. I will see that she is
taken to a place of safety. Here is gold; give the beggar what he wants,
and keep him until to-morrow.--And, my lords and brethren," he added,
turning to the company, "I did not think to behave so unseemly. It is
only against the enemies of our country that we should turn our arms.
Blood is sacred, and accursed is his hand who sheds that of a countryman
in petty quarrel. I pray you, forget all that has passed." And with a
low obeisance to them, he walked away, taking with him the possibility
of further rencounter.

He had just arrived from his palace at Iztapalapan.

FOOTNOTES:

[32] A species of fig.

[33] Prescott, Conq. of Mexico.

CHAPTER VI.

THE CHINAMPA.

Between Tula, the child of Tecalco, and Nenetzin, daughter and child of
Acatlan, there existed a sisterly affection. The same sports had engaged
them, and they had been, and yet were, inseparable. Their mothers,
themselves friends, encouraged the intimacy; and so their past lives had
vanished, like two summer clouds borne away by a soft south wind.

The evening after Iztlil's overture of marriage was deepening over lake
Tezcuco; the breeze became murmurous and like a breath, and all the
heavens filled with starlight. Cloudless must be the morrow to such a
night!

So thought the princess Tula. Won by the beauty of the evening, she had
flown from the city to her _chinampa_, which was lying anchored in a
quarter of the lake east of the causeway to Tepejaca, beyond the noise
of the town, and where no sound less agreeable than the plash of light
waves could disturb her dreams.

A retreat more delightful would be a task for fancy. The artisan who
knitted the timbers of the _chinampa_ had doubtless been a lover of the
luxuriant, and built as only a lover can build. The waves of the lake
had not been overlooked in his plan; he had measured their height, and
the depth and width of their troughs, when the weather was calm and the
water gentle. So he knew both what rocking they would make, and what
rocking would be pleasantest to a delicate soul; for, as there were such
souls, there were also such artisans in Tenochtitlan.

Viewed from a distance, the _chinampa_ looked like an island of flowers.
Except where the canopy of a white pavilion rose from the midst of the
green beauty, it was covered to the water's edge with blooming
shrubbery, which, this evening, was luminous with the light of lamps.
The radiance, glinting through the foliage, tinted the atmosphere above
it with mellow rays, and seemed the visible presence of enchantment.

The humid night breeze blew softly under the raised walls of the
pavilion, within which, in a hammock that swung to and fro regularly as
the _chinampa_ obeyed the waves, lay Tula and Nenetzin.

They were both beautiful, but different in their beauty. Tula's face was
round and of a transparent olive complexion, without being fair; her
eyes were hazel, large, clear, and full of melancholy earnestness;
masses of black hair, evenly parted, fell over her temples, and were
gathered behind in a simple knot; with a tall, full form, her presence
and manner were grave and very queenly. Whereas, Nenetzin's eyes, though
dark, were bright with the light of laughter; her voice was low and
sweet, and her manner that of a hoyden. One was the noble woman, the
other a jocund child.

"It is late, Tula; our father may want us. Let us return."

"Be patient a little longer. The 'tzin will come for us; he promised to,
and you know he never forgets."

"Patience, sister! Ah! you may say it, you who _know_; but how am I to
practise it,--I, who have only a _hope_?"

"What do you mean, Nenetzin?"

The girl leaned back, and struck a suspended hoop, in which was perched
a large parrot. The touch, though light, interrupted the pendulous
motion of the bird, and it pecked at her hand, uttering a gruff scream
of rage.

"You spoke of something I know, and you hope. What do you mean, child?"

Nenetzin withdrew her hand from the perch, looked in the questioner's
face, then crept up to win her embrace.

"O Tula, I know you are learned and thoughtful. Often after the banquet,
when the hall was cleared, and the music begun, have I seen you stand
apart, silent, while all others danced or laughed. See, your eyes are on
me now, but more in thought than love. O, indeed, you are wise! Tell me,
did you ever think of me as a woman?"

The smile deepened on the lips, and burned in the eyes of the queenly
auditor.

"No, never as a woman," continued Nenetzin. "Listen to me, Tula. The
other night I was asleep in your arms,--I felt them in love around
me,--and I dreamed so strangely."

"Of what?" asked Tula, seeing she hesitated.

"I dreamed there entered at the palace door a being with a countenance
white like snow, while its hair and beard were yellow, like the silk of
the maize; its eyes were blue, like the deep water of the lake, but
bright, so bright that they terrified while they charmed me. Thinking of
it now, O Tula, it was a man, though it looked like a god. He entered
at the palace door, and came into the great chamber where our father sat
with his chiefs; but he came not barefooted and in _nequen_; he spoke as
he were master, and our father a slave. Looking and listening, a feeling
thrilled me,--thrilled warm and deep, and was a sense of joy, like a
blessing of Tlalac. Since then, though I have acted as a girl, I have
felt as a woman."

"Very strange, indeed, Nenetzin!" said Tula, playfully. "But you forget:
I asked you what I know, and you only hope?"

"I will explain directly; but as you are wise, first tell me what that
feeling was."

"Nay, I can tell you whence the water flows, but I cannot tell you what
it is."

"Well, since then I have had a hope--"

"Well?"

"A hope of seeing the white face and blue eyes."

"I begin to understand you, Nenetzin. But go on: what is it I know?"

"What I dreamed,--a great warrior, who loves you. You will see him
to-night, and then, O Tula,--then you may tell of the feeling that
thrilled me so in my dream."

And with a blush and a laugh, she laid her face in Tula's bosom.

Both were silent awhile, Nenetzin with her face hidden, and Tula looking
wistfully up at the parrot swinging lazily in the perch. The dream was
singular, and made an impression on the mind of the one as it had on the
heart of the other.

"Look up, O Nenetzin!" said Tula, after a while. "Look up, and I will
tell you something that has seemed as strange to me as the dream to
you."

The girl raised her head.

"Did you ever see Mualox, the old paba of Quetzal'? No? Well, he is said
to be a prophet; a look of his will make a warrior tremble. He is the
friend of Guatamozin, who always goes to his shrine to worship the god.
I went there once to make an offering. I climbed the steps, went in
where the image is, laid my gift on the altar, and turned to depart,
when a man came and stood by the door, wearing a surplice, and with
long, flowing white beard. He looked at me, then bowed, and kissed the
pavement at my feet. I shrank away. 'Fear not, O Tula!' he said. 'I bow
to you, not for what you are, but for what you shall be. _You shall be
queen in your father's palace!_' With that he arose, and left me to
descend."

"Said he so? How did he know you were Tula, the king's daughter?"

"That is part of the mystery. I never saw him before; nor, until I told
the story to the 'tzin, did I know the paba. Now, O sister, can the
believer of a dream refuse to believe a priest and prophet?"

"A queen! You a queen! I will kiss you now, and pray for you then." And
they threw their arms lovingly around each other.

Then the bird above them awoke, and, with a fluttering of its scarlet
wings, cried, "Guatamo! Guatamo!"--taught it by the patient love of
Tula.

"O, what a time that will be!" Nenetzin went on, with sparkling eyes.
"What a garden we will make of Anahuac! How happy we shall be! None but
the brave and beautiful shall come around us; for you will be queen, my
Tula."

"Yes; and Nenetzin shall have a lord, he whom she loves best, for she
will be as peerless as I am powerful," answered Tula, humoring the mood.
"Whom will she take? Let us decide now,--there are so many to choose
from. What says she to Cacama, lord of Tezcuco?"

The girl made no answer.

"There is the lord of Chinantla, once a king, who has already asked our
father for a wife."

Still Nenetzin was silent.

"Neither of them! Then there are left but the lord of Tlacopan, and
Iztlil', the Tezcucan."

At the mention of the last name, a strong expression of disgust burst
from Nenetzin.

"A tiger from the museum first! It could be taught to love me. No, none
of them for me; none, Tula, if you let me have my way, but the white
face and blue eyes I saw in my dream."

"You are mad, Nenetzin. That was a god, not a man."

"All the better, Tula! The god will forgive me for loving him."

Before Tula spoke again, Guatamozin stepped within the pavilion.
Nenetzin was noisy in expressing her gladness, while the elder sister
betrayed no feeling by words; only her smile and the glow of her eyes
intensified.

The 'tzin sat down by the hammock, and with his strong hand staying its
oscillation, talked lightly. As yet Tula knew nothing of the proposal of
the Tezcucan, or of the favor the king had given it; but the ken of love
is as acute as an angel's; sorrow of the cherished heart cannot be
hidden from it; so in his very jests she detected a trouble; but,
thinking it had relation to the condition of the Empire, she asked
nothing, while he, loath to disturb her happiness, counselled darkly of
his own soul.

After a while, as Nenetzin prayed to return to the city, they left the
pavilion; and, following a little path through the teeming shrubbery,
and under the boughs of orange-trees, overarched like an arbor, they
came to the 'tzin's canoe. The keeper of the _chinampa_ was there with
great bundles of flowers. Tula and Nenetzin entered the vessel; then was
the time for the slave; so he threw in the bundles until they were
nearly buried under them,--his gifts of love and allegiance. When the
rowers pushed off, he knelt with his face to the earth.

Gliding homeward through the dusk, Guatamozin told the story of Yeteve;
and Tula, moved by the girl's devotion, consented to take her into
service,--at least, until the temple claimed its own.

CHAPTER VII.

COURT GOSSIP.

"A pinch of your snuff, Xoli! To be out thus early dulls a nice brain,
which nothing clarifies like snuff. By the way, it is very strange that
when one wants a good article of any kind, he can only get it at the
palace or of you. So, a pinch, my fat fellow!"

"I can commend my snuff," said the Chalcan, bowing very low, "only a
little less than the good taste of the most noble Maxtla."

While speaking,--the scene being in his _pulque_ room,--he uncovered a
gilded jar sitting upon the counter.

"Help yourself; it is good to sneeze."

Maxtla snuffed the scented drug freely, then rushed to the door, and
through eyes misty with tears of pleasure looked at the sun rising over
the mountains. A fit of sneezing seized him, at the end of which, a
slave stood by his elbow with a ewer of water and a napkin. He bathed
his face. Altogether, it was apparent that sneezing had been reduced to
an Aztec science.

"Elegant! By the Sun, I feel inspired!"

"No doubt," responded the Chalcan. "Such ought to be the effect of
tobacco and rose-leaves, moistened with dew. But tell me; that
_tilmatli_ you are wearing is quite royal,--is it from the king?"

The young chief raised the folds of the mantle of _plumaje_, which he
was sporting for the first time. "From the king? No; my tailor has just
finished it."

"Certainly, my lord. How dull I was! You are preparing for the banquet
at the palace to-morrow night."

"You recollect the two thousand quills of gold I bid for your priestess
the other evening," said Maxtla, paying no attention to the remark. "I
concluded to change the investment; they are all in that collar and
loop."

Xoli examined the loop.

"A _chalchuite_! What jeweller in the city could sell you one so rich?"

"Not one. I bought it of Cacama. It is a crown jewel of Tezcuco."

"You were lucky, my lord. But, if you will allow me, what became of the
priestess? Saw you ever such dancing?"

"You are late inquiring, Chalcan. The beggar was fast by starvation that
night; but you were nearer death. The story was told the king,--ah! you
turn pale. Well you may,--and he swore, by the fires of the temple, if
the girl had been sold he would have flayed alive both buyer and seller.
Hereafter we had both better look more closely to the law."

"But she moved my pity as it was never moved before; moreover, she told
me they had discharged her from the temple."

"No matter; the peril is over, and our hearts are our own. Yesterday I
saw her in the train of the princess Tula. The 'tzin cared for her. But
speaking of the princess,--the banquet to-morrow night will be spicy."

The Chalcan dropped the precious loop. Gossip that concerned the court
was one of his special weaknesses.

"You know," continued Maxtla, "that the 'tzin has always been a favorite
of the king's--"

"As he always deserved to be."

"Not so fast, Chalcan! Keep your praise. You ought to know that nothing
is so fickle as fortune; that what was most popular yesterday may be
most unpopular to-day. Hear me out. You also know that Iztlil', the
Tezcucan, was down in the royal estimation quite as much as the 'tzin
was up; on which account, more than anything else, he lost his father's
city."

Xoli rested his elbow on the counter, and listened eagerly.

"It has been agreed on all sides for years," continued Maxtla, in his
modulated voice, "that the 'tzin and Tula were to be married upon her
coming of age. No one else has presumed to pay her court, lest it might
be an interference. Now, the whole thing is at an end. Iztlil', not the
'tzin, is the fortunate man."

"Iztlil'! And to-morrow night!"

"The palace was alive last evening as with a swarming of bees. Some were
indignant,--all astonished. In fact, Xoli, I believe the 'tzin had as
many friends as the king. Several courtiers openly defended him,
notwithstanding his fall,--something that, to my knowledge, never
happened before. The upshot was, that a herald went in state to
Iztapalapan with a decree prohibiting the 'tzin from visiting
Tenochtitlan, under any pretence, until the further pleasure of the king
is made known to him."

"Banished, banished! But that the noble Maxtla told me, I could not
believe what I hear."

"Certainly. The affair is mysterious, as were the means by which the
result was brought about. Look you, Chalcan: the 'tzin loved the
princess, and was contracted to her, and now comes this banishment just
the day before the valley is called to witness her betrothal to the
Tezcucan. Certainly, it would ill become the 'tzin to be a guest at such
a banquet."

"I understand," said Xoli, with a cunning smile. "It was to save his
pride that he was banished."

"If to be a Chalcan is to be so stupid, I thank the gods for making me
what I am!" cried Maxtla, impatiently. "What cares the great king for
the pride of the enemy he would humble! The banishment is a penalty,--it
is ruin."

There was a pause, during which the Chalcan hung his head.

"Ah, Xoli! The king has changed; he used to be a warrior, loving
warriors as the eagle loves its young. Now--alas! I dare not speak. Time
was when no envious-hearted knave could have made him believe that
Guatamozin was hatching treason in his garden at Iztapalapan. Now,
surrounded by mewling priests, he sits in the depths of his palace, and
trembles, and, like a credulous child, believes everything. 'Woe is
Tenochtitlan!' said Mualox; and the days strengthen the prophecy. But
enough,--more than enough! Hist, Chalcan! What I have said and you
listened to--yea, the mere listening--would suffice, if told in the
right ears, to send us both straightway to the tigers. I have paid you
for your snuff, and the divine sneeze. In retailing, recollect, I am not
the manufacturer. Farewell."

"Stay a moment, most noble chief,--but a moment," said the Chalcan. "I
have invented a drink which I desire you to inaugurate. If I may be
counted a judge, it is fit for a god."

"A judge! You? Where is the man who would deny you that excellence?
Your days have been spent in the practice; nay, your whole life has been
one long, long drink. Make haste. I will wager _pulque_ is chief in the
compound."

The broker went out, and directly returned, bearing on a waiter a
Cholulan goblet full of cool liquor, exquisitely colored with the rich
blood of the cactus apple. Maxtla sipped, drank, then swore the drink
was without a rival.

"Look you, Chalcan. They say we are indebted to our heroes, our
minstrels, and our priests, and I believe so; but hereafter I shall go
farther in the faith. This drink is worth a victory, is pleasant as a
song, and has all the virtues of a prayer. Do not laugh. I am in
earnest. You shall be canonized with the best of them. To show that I am
no vain boaster, you shall come to the banquet to-morrow, and the king
shall thank you. Put on your best _tilmatli_, and above all else, beware
that the vase holding this liquor is not empty when I call for it.
Farewell!"

CHAPTER VIII.

GUATAMOZIN AND MUALOX.

Up the steps of the old Cû of Quetzal', early in the evening of the
banquet, went Guatamozin unattended. As the royal interdiction rested
upon his coming to the capital, he was muffled in a priestly garb, which
hid his face and person, but could not all disguise the stately bearing
that so distinguished him. Climbing the steps slowly, and without
halting at the top to note the signs of the city, all astir with life,
he crossed the _azoteas_, entered the chamber most sanctified by the
presence of the god, and before the image bowed awhile in prayer. Soon
Mualox came in.

"Ask anything that is not evil, O best beloved of Quetzal', and it shall
be granted," said the paba, solemnly, laying a hand upon the visitor's
shoulder. "I knew you were coming; I saw you on the lake. Arise, my
son."

Guatamozin stood up, and flung back his hood.

"The house is holy, Mualox, and I have come to speak of the things of
life that have little to do with religion."

"That is not possible. Everything has to do with life, which has all to
do with heaven. Speak out. This presence will keep you wise; if your
thoughts be of wrong, it is not likely you will give them speech in the
very ear of Quetzal'."

Slowly the 'tzin then said,--

"Thanks, father. In what I have to say, I will be brief, and endeavor
not to forget the presence. You love me, and I am come for counsel. You
know how often those most discreet in the affairs of others are foolish
in what concerns themselves. Long time ago you taught me the importance
of knowledge; how it was the divine secret of happiness, and stronger
than a spear to win victories, and better in danger than a shield seven
times quilted. Now I have come to say that my habits of study have
brought evil upon me; out of the solitude in which I was toiling to lay
up a great knowledge, a misfortune has arisen, father to my ruin. My
stay at home has been misconstrued. Enemies have said I loved books less
than power; they charge that in the quiet of my gardens I have been
taking council of my ambition, which nothing satisfies but the throne;
and so they have estranged from me the love of the king. Here against
his order, forbidden the city,"--and as he spoke he raised his head
proudly,--"forbidden the city, behold me, paba, a banished man!"

Mualox smiled, and grim satisfaction was in the smile.

"If you seek sympathy," he said, "the errand is fruitless. I have no
sorrow for what you call your misfortune."

"Let me understand you, father."

"I repeat, I have no sorrow for you. Why should I? I see you as you
should see yourself. You confirm the lessons of which you complain. Not
vainly that you wrought in solitude for knowledge, which, while I knew
it would make you a mark for even kingly envy, I also intended should
make you superior to misfortunes and kings. Understand you now? What
matters that you are maligned? What is banishment? They only liken you
the more to Quetzal', whose coming triumph,--heed me well, O
'tzin,--whose coming triumph shall be your triumph."

The look and voice of the holy man were those of one with authority.

"For this time," he continued, "and others like it, yet to come, I
thought to arm your soul with a strong intelligence. Your life is to be
a battle against evil; fail not yourself in the beginning. Success will
be equal to your wisdom and courage. But your story was not all told."

The 'tzin's face flushed, and he replied, with some faltering,--

"You have known and encouraged the love I bear the princess Tula, and
counted on it as the means of some great fortune in store for me. Yet,
in part at least, I am banished on that account. O Mualox, the banquet
which the king holds to-night is to make public the betrothal of Tula to
Iztlil', the Tezcucan!"

"Well, what do you intend?"

"Nothing. Had the trouble been a friend's, I might have advised him; but
being my own, I have no confidence in myself. I repose on your
discretion and friendship."

Mualox softened his manner, and said, pleasantly at first, "O 'tzin, is
humanity all frailty? Must chief and philosopher bow to the passion,
like a slave or a dealer in wares?" Suddenly he became serious; his eyes
shone full of the magnetism he used so often and so well. "Can
Guatamozin find nothing higher to occupy his mind than a trouble born of
a silly love? Unmanned by such a trifle? Arouse! Ponder the mightier
interests in peril! What is a woman, with all a lover's gild about her,
to the nation?"

"The nation?" repeated the 'tzin, slowly.

The paba looked reverently up to the idol. "I have withdrawn from the
world, I live but for Quetzal' and Anahuac. O, generously has the god
repaid me! He has given me to look out upon the future; all that is to
come affecting my country he has shown me." Turning to the 'tzin again,
he said with emphasis, "I could tell marvels,--let this content you:
words cannot paint the danger impending over our country, over Anahuac,
the beautiful and beloved; her existence, and the glory and power that
make her so worthy love like ours, are linked to your action. Your fate,
O 'tzin, and hers, and that of the many nations, are one and the same.
Accept the words as a prophecy; wear them in memory; and when, as now,
you are moved by a trifling fear or anger, they should and will keep you
from shame and folly."

Both then became silent. The paba might have been observing the events
of the future, as, one by one, they rose and passed before his
abstracted vision. Certain it was, with the thoughts of the warrior
there mixed an ambition no longer selfish, but all his country's.

Mualox finally concluded. "The future belongs to the gods; only the
present is ours. Of that let us think. Admit your troubles worthy
vengeance: dare you tell me what you thought of doing? My son, why are
you here?"

"Does my father seek to mortify me?"

"Would the 'tzin have me encourage folly, if not worse? And that in the
presence of my god and his?"

"Speak plainly, Mualox."

"So I will. Obey the king. Go not to the palace to-night. If the thought
of giving the woman to another is so hard, could you endure the sight?
Think: if present, what could you do to prevent the betrothal?"

A savage anger flashed from the 'tzin's face, and he answered, "What
could I? Slay the Tezcucan on the step of the throne, though I died!"

"It would come to that. And Anahuac! What then of her?" said Mualox, in
a voice of exceeding sorrow.

The love the warrior bore his country at that moment surpassed all
others, and his rage passed away.

"True, most true! If it should be as you say, that my destiny--"

"If! O 'tzin, if you live! If Anahuac lives! If there are gods!--"

"Enough, Mualox! I know what you would say. Content you; I give you all
faith. The wrong that tortures me is not altogether that the woman is to
be given to another; her memory I could pluck from my heart as a feather
from my helm. If that were all, I could curse the fate, and submit; but
there is more: for the sake of a cowardly policy I have been put to
shame; treachery and treason have been crowned, loyalty and blood
disgraced. Hear me, father! After the decree of interdiction was served
upon me, I ventured to send a messenger to the king, and he was spurned
from the palace. Next went the lord Cuitlahua, uncle of mine, and true
lover of Anahuac; he was forbidden the mention of my name. I am not
withdrawn from the world; my pride will not down at a word; so wronged,
I cannot reason; therefore I am here."

"And the coming is a breach of duty; the risk is great. Return to
Iztapalapan before the midnight is out. And I,--but you do not know, my
son, what a fortune has befallen me." The paba smiled faintly. "I have
been promoted to the palace; I am a councillor at the royal table."

"A councillor! You, father?"

The good man's face grew serious again. "I accepted the appointment,
thinking good might result. But, alas! the hope was vain. Montezuma,
once so wise, is past counsel. He will take no guidance. And what a
vanity! O 'tzin, the asking me to the palace was itself a crime, since
it was to make me a weapon in his hand with which to resist the holy
Quetzal'. As though I could not see the design!"

He laughed scornfully, and then said, "But be not detained, my son. What
I can, I will do for you; at the council-table, and elsewhere, as
opportunity may offer, I will exert my influence for your restoration to
the city and palace. Go now. Farewell; peace be with you. To-morrow I
will send you tidings."

Thereupon he went out of the tower, and down into the temple.

CHAPTER IX.

A KING'S BANQUET.

At last the evening of the royal banquet arrived,--theme of incessant
talk and object of preparation for two days and a night, out of the
capital no less than in it; for all the nobler classes within a
convenient radius of the lake had been bidden, and, with them, people of
distinction, such as successful artists, artisans, and merchants.

It is not to be supposed that a king of Montezuma's subtlety in matters
governmental could overlook the importance of the social element, or
neglect it. Education imports a society; more yet, academies, such as
were in Tenochtitlan for the culture of women, always import a refined
and cultivated society. And such there was in the beautiful valley.

My picture of the entertainment will be feeble, I know, and I give it
rather as a suggestion of the reality, which was gorgeous enough to be
interesting to any nursling even of the court of His Most Catholic
Majesty; for, though heathen in religion, Montezuma was not altogether
barbarian in taste; and, sooth to say, no monarch in Christendom better
understood the influence of kingliness splendidly maintained. About it,
moreover, was all that makes chivalry adorable,--the dance, the feast,
the wassail; brave men, fair women, and the majesty of royalty in state
amidst its most absolute proofs of power.

On such occasions it was the custom of the great king to throw open the
palace, with all its accompaniments, for the delight of his guests,
admitting them freely to aviary, menagerie, and garden, the latter
itself spacious enough for the recreation of thirty thousand persons.

The house, it must be remembered, formed a vast square, with _patios_ or
court-yards in the interior, around which the rooms were ranged. The
part devoted to domestic uses was magnificently furnished. Another very
considerable portion was necessary to the state and high duties of the
monarch; such were offices for his functionaries, quarters for his
guards, and chambers for the safe deposit of the archives of the Empire,
consisting of maps, laws, decrees and proclamations, accounts and
reports financial and military, and the accumulated trophies of
campaigns and conquests innumerable. When we consider the regard in
which the king was held by his people, amounting almost to worship, and
their curiosity to see all that pertained to his establishment, an idea
may be formed of what the palace and its appurtenances were as
accessaries to one of his entertainments.

Passing from the endless succession of rooms, the visitor might go into
the garden, where the walks were freshly strewn with shells, the
shrubbery studded with colored lamps, the fountains all at play, and the
air loaded with the perfume of flowers, which were an Aztec passion, and
seemed everywhere a part of everything.

And all this convenience and splendor was not wasted upon an
inappreciative horde,--ferocious Caribs or simple children of
Hispaniola. At such times the order requiring the wearing of _nequen_
was suspended; so that in the matter of costume there were no limits
upon the guest, except such as were prescribed by his taste or
condition. In the animated current that swept from room to room and from
house to garden might be seen citizens in plain attire, and warriors
arrayed in regalia which permitted all dazzling colors, and pabas
hooded, surpliced, and gowned, brooding darkly even there, and stoled
minstrels, with their harps, and pages, gay as butterflies, while over
all was the beauty of the presence of lovely women.

Yet, withal, the presence of Montezuma was more attractive than the calm
night in the garden; neither stars, nor perfumed summer airs, nor
singing fountains, nor walks strewn with shells, nor chant of minstrels
could keep the guests from the great hall where he sat in state; so that
it was alike the centre of all coming and all going. There the aged and
sedate whiled away the hours in conversation; the young danced, laughed,
and were happy; and in the common joyousness none exceeded the beauties
of the harem, transiently released from the jealous thraldom that made
the palace their prison.

From the house-tops, or from the dykes, or out on the water, the common
people of the capital, in vast multitudes, witnessed the coming of the
guests across the lake. The rivalry of the great lords and families was
at all times extravagant in the matter of pomp and show; a king's
banquet, however, seemed its special opportunity, and the lake its
particular field of display. The king Cacama, for example, left his city
in a canoe of exquisite workmanship, pranked with pennons, ribbons, and
garlands; behind him, or at his right and left, constantly ploying and
deploying, attended a flotilla of hundreds of canoes only a little less
rich in decoration than his own, and timed in every movement, even that
of the paddles, by the music of conch-shells and tambours; yet princely
as the turn-out was, it did not exceed that of the lord Cuitlahua,
governor of Iztapalapan. And if others were inferior to them in
extravagance, nevertheless they helped clothe the beloved sea with a
beauty and interest scarcely to be imagined by people who never
witnessed or read of the grand Venetian pageants.

Arrived at the capital, the younger warriors proceeded to the palace
afoot; while the matrons and maids, and the older and more dignified
lords, were borne thither in palanquins. By evening the whole were
assembled.

About the second quarter of the night two men came up the great street
to the palace, and made their way through the palanquins stationed there
in waiting. They were guests; so their garbs bespoke them. One wore the
gown and carried the harp of a minstrel; very white locks escaped from
his hood, and a staff was required to assist his enfeebled steps. The
other was younger, and with consistent vanity sported a military
costume. To say the truth, his extremely warlike demeanor lost nothing
by the flash of a dauntless eye and a step that made the pave ring
again.

An official received them at the door, and, by request, conducted them
to the garden.

"This is indeed royal!" the warrior said to the minstrel. "It bewilders
me. Be yours the lead."

"I know the walks as a deer his paths, or a bird the brake that
shelters its mate. Come," and the voice was strangely firm for one so
aged,--"come, let us see the company."

Now and then they passed ladies, escorted by gallants, and frequently
there were pauses to send second looks after the handsome soldier, and
words of pity for his feeble companion. By and by, coming to an
intersection of the walk they were pursuing, they were hailed,--"Stay,
minstrel, and give us a song."

By the door of a summer-house they saw, upon stopping, a girl whose
beauty was worthy the tribute she sought. The elder sat down upon a
bench and replied,--

"A song is gentle medicine for sorrows. Have you such? You are very
young."

Her look of sympathy gave place to one of surprise.

"I would I were assured that minstrelsy is your proper calling."

"You doubt it! Here is my harp: a soldier is known by his shield."

"But I have heard your voice before," she persisted.

"The children of Tenochtitlan, and many who are old now, have heard me
sing."

"But I am a Chalcan."

"I have sung in Chalco."

"May I ask your name?"

"There are many streets in the city, and on each they call me
differently."

The girl was still perplexed.

"Minstrels have patrons," she said, directly, "who--"

"Nay, child, this soldier here is all the friend I have."

Some one then threw aside the vine that draped the door. While the
minstrel looked to see who the intruder was, his inquisitor gazed at the
soldier, who, on his part, saw neither of them; he was making an
obeisance so very low that his face and hand both touched the ground.

"Does the minstrel intend to sing, Yeteve?" asked Nenetzin, stepping
into the light that flooded the walk.

The old man bent forward on his seat.

"Heaven's best blessing on the child of the king! It should be a nobler
hand than mine that strikes a string to one so beautiful."

The comely princess replied, her face beaming with pleasure, "Verily,
minstrel, much familiarity with song has given you courtly speech."

"I have courtly friends, and only borrow their words. This place is
fair, but to my dull fancy it seems that a maiden would prefer the great
hall, unless she has a grief to indulge."

"O, I have a great grief," she returned; "though I do borrow it as you
your words."

"Then you love some one who is unhappy. I understand. Is this child in
your service?" he asked, looking at Yeteve.

"Call it mine. She loves me well enough to serve me."

The minstrel struck the strings of his harp softly, as if commencing a
mournful story.

"I have a friend," he said, "a prince and warrior, whose presence here
is banned. He sits in his palace to-night, and is visited by thoughts
such as make men old in their youth. He has seen much of life, and won
fame, but is fast finding that glory does not sweeten misfortune, and
that of all things, ingratitude is the most bitter. His heart is set
upon a noble woman; and now, when his love is strongest, he is separated
from her, and may not say farewell. O, it is not in the ear of a true
woman that lover so unhappy could breathe his story in vain. What would
the princess Nenetzin do, if she knew a service of hers might soothe his
great grief?"

Nenetzin's eyes were dewy with tears.

"Good minstrel, I know the story; it is the 'tzin's. Are you a friend of
his?"

"His true friend. I bring his farewell to Tula."

"I will serve him." And, stepping to the old man, she laid her hand on
his. "Tell me what to do, and what you would have."

"Only a moment's speech with her."

"With Tula?"

"A moment to say the farewell he cannot. Go to the palace, and tell her
what I seek. I will follow directly. Tell her she may know me in the
throng by these locks, whose whiteness will prove my sincerity and
devotion. And further, I will twine my harp with a branch of this vine;
its leaves will mark me, and at the same time tell her that his love is
green as in the day a king's smile sunned it into ripeness. Be quick.
The moment comes when she cannot in honor listen to the message I am to
speak."

He bent over his harp again, and Nenetzin and Yeteve hurried away.

CHAPTER X.

THE 'TZIN'S LOVE.

The minstrel stayed a while to dress his harp with the vine.

"A woman would have done it better; they have a special cunning for such
things; yet it will serve the purpose. Now let us on!" he said, when the
task was finished.

To the palace they then turned their steps. As they approached it, the
walk became more crowded with guests. Several times the minstrel was
petitioned to stay and sing, but he excused himself. He proceeded,
looking steadily at the ground, as is the custom of the very aged.
Amongst others, they met Maxtla, gay in his trappings as a parrot from
the Great River.

"Good minstrel," he said, "in your wanderings through the garden, have
you seen Iztlil', the Tezcucan?"

"I have not seen the Tezcucan. I should look for him in the great hall,
where his bride is, rather than in the garden, dreaming of his bridal."

"Well said, uncle! I infer your harp is not carried for show; you can
sing! I will try you after a while."

When he was gone, the minstrel spoke bitterly,--

"Beware of the thing known in the great house yonder as policy. A week
ago the lord Maxtla would have scorned to be seen hunting the Tezcucan,
whom he hates."

They came to a portal above which, in a niche of the wall, sat the
_teotl_[34] of the house, grimly claiming attention and worship. Under
the portal, past the guard on duty there, through many apartments full
of objects of wonder to the stranger, they proceeded, and, at last, with
a current of guests slowly moving in the same direction, reached the
hall dominated by the king, where the minstrel thought to find the
princess Tula.

"O my friend, I pray you, let me stay here a moment," said the warrior,
abashed by dread of the sudden introduction to the royal presence. The
singer heard not, but went on.

Standing by the door, the young stranger looked down a hall of great
depth eastwardly, broken by two rows of pillars supporting vast oaken
girders, upon which rested rafters of red cedar. The walls were divided
into panels, with borders broad and intricately arabesqued. A massive
bracket in the centre of each panel held the image of a deity, the
duplicate of the idol in the proper sanctuary; and from the feet of the
image radiated long arms of wood, well carved, crooked upward at the
elbows, and ending with shapely hands, clasping lanterns of _aguave_
which emitted lights of every tint. In the central space, between the
rows of pillars, immense chandeliers dropped from the rafters, so
covered with lamps that they looked like pyramids aglow. And arms, and
images, and chandeliers, and even the huge pillars, were wreathed in
garlands of cedar boughs and flowers, from which the air drew a
redolence as of morning in a garden.

Through all these splendors, the gaze of the visitor sped to the further
end of the hall, and there stayed as charmed. He saw a stage, bright
with crimson carpeting, rising three steps above the floor, and
extending from wall to wall; and on that, covered with green _plumaje_,
a dais, on which, in a chair or throne glittering with burnished gold,
the king sat. Above him spread a canopy fashioned like a broad sunshade,
the staff resting on the floor behind the throne, sustained by two
full-armed warriors, who, while motionless as statues, were yet vigilant
as sentinels. Around the dais, their costumes and personal decorations
sharing the monarch's splendor, were collected his queens, and their
children, and all who might claim connection with the royal family. The
light shone about them as the noonday, so full that all that portion of
the hall seemed bursting with sunshine. Never satin richer than the
emerald cloth of the canopy, inwoven, as it was, with feathers of
humming-birds! Never sheen of stars, to the eyes of the wondering
stranger, sharper than the glinting of the jewels with which it was
fringed!

And the king appeared in happier mood than common, though the deep,
serious look which always accompanies a great care came often to his
face. He had intervals of silence also; yet his shrewdest guests were
not permitted to see that he did not enjoy their enjoyment.

His queens were seated at his left, Tecalco deeply troubled, sometimes
tearful, and Acatlan cold and distant; for, in thought of her own child,
the beautiful Nenetzin, she trembled before the remorseless policy.

And Tula, next to the king the recipient of attention, sat in front of
her mother, never more queenly, never so unhappy. Compliments came to
her, and congratulations, given in courtly style; minstrels extolled her
grace and beauty, and the prowess and martial qualities of the high-born
Tezcucan; and priest and warrior laid their homage at her feet. Yet her
demeanor was not that of the glad young bride; she never smiled, and her
eyes, commonly so lustrous, were dim and hopeless; her thoughts were
with her heart, across the lake with the banished 'tzin.

As may be conjectured, it was no easy game to steal her from place so
conspicuous; nevertheless, Nenetzin awaited the opportunity.

It happened that Maxtla was quite as anxious to get the monarch's ear
for the benefit of his friend, the Chalcan,--in fact, for the
introduction of the latter's newly invented drink. Experience taught the
chief when the felicitous moment arrived. He had then but to say the
word: a page was sent, the liquor brought. Montezuma sipped, smiled,
quaffed deeper, and was delighted.

"There is nothing like it!" he said. "Bring goblets for my friends, and
fill up again!"

All the lordly personages about him had then to follow his example,--to
drink and approve. At the end, Xoli was summoned.

Nenetzin saw the chance, and said, "O Tula, such a song as we have
heard! It was sweeter than that of the bird that wakes us in the
morning, sweeter than all the flutes in the hall."

"And the singer,--who was he?"

Neither Nenetzin nor Yeteve could tell his name.

"He charmed us so," said the former, "that we thought only of taking you
to hear him. Come, go with us. There never was such music or musician."

And the three came down from the platform unobserved by the king. When
the minstrel's message was delivered, then was shown how well the
Tezcucan had spoken when he said of the royal children, "They are all
beautiful, but only one is fitted to be a warrior's wife."

"Let us see the man," said Tula. "How may we know him, Nenetzin?"

And they went about eagerly looking for the singer with the gray locks
and the vine-wreathed harp. They found him at last about midway the
hall, leaning on his staff, a solitary amidst the throng. No one thought
of asking him for a song; he was too old, too like one come from a tomb
with unfashionable stories.

"Father," said Tula, "we claim your service. You look weary, yet you
must know the ancient chants, which, though I would not like to say it
everywhere, please me best. Will you sing?"

He raised his head, and looked at her: she started. Something she saw in
his eyes that had escaped her friends.

"A song from me!" he replied, as if astonished. "No, it cannot be. I
have known some gentle hearts, and studied them to remember; but long
since they went to dust. You do not know me. Imagining you discerned of
what I was thinking, you were moved; you only pitied me, here so
desolate."

As he talked, she recovered her composure.

"Will you sing for me, father?" she again asked.

"O willingly! My memory is not so good as it used to be; yet one song,
at least, I will give you from the numberless ills that crowd it."

He looked slowly and tremulously around at the guests who had followed
her, or stopped, as they were passing, to hear the conversation.

"As you say," he then continued, "I am old and feeble, and it is
wearisome to stand here; besides, my theme will be sad, and such as
should be heard in quiet. Time was when my harp had honor,--to me it
seems but yesterday; but now--enough! Here it were not well that my
voice should be heard."

She caught his meaning, and her whole face kindled; but Nenetzin spoke
first.

"O yes; let us to the garden!"

The minstrel bowed reverently. As they started, a woman, who had been
listening, said, "Surely, the noble Tula is not going! The man is a
dotard; he cannot sing; he is palsied."

But they proceeded, and through the crowd and out of the hall guided the
trembling minstrel. Coming to a passage that seemed to be deserted, they
turned into it, and Nenetzin, at Tula's request, went back to the king.
Then a change came over the good man; his stooping left him, his step
became firm, and, placing himself in front, he said, in a deep, strong
voice,--

"It is mine to lead now. I remember these halls. Once again, O Tula, let
me lead you here, as I have a thousand times in childhood."

And to a chamber overlooking the garden, by the hand he led her,
followed by Yeteve, sobbing like a child. A dim light from the lamps
without disclosed the walls hung with trophies captured in wars with the
surrounding tribes and nations. Where the rays were strongest, he
stopped, and removed the hood, and said, earnestly,--

"Against the king's command, and loving you better than life, O Tula,
Guatamozin has come to say farewell."

There was a great silence; each heard the beating of the other's heart.

"You have passed from me," he continued, "and I send my grief after you.
I look into your face, and see fade our youth, our hopes, and our love,
and all the past that bore it relation. The days of pleasantness are
ended; the spring that fed the running brook is dry. O Tula, dear one,
the bird that made us such sweet music is songless forever!"

Her anguish was too deep for the comfort of words or tears. Closer he
clasped her hand.

"O, that power should be so faithless! Here are banners that I have
taken. Yonder is a shield of a king of Michuaca whom I slew. I well
remember the day. Montezuma led the army; the fight was hard, the peril
great; and after I struck the blow, he said I had saved his life, and
vowed me boundless love and a splendid reward. What a passion the field
of fighting men was! And yet there was another always greater. I had
dwelt in the palace, and learned that in the smile of the noble Tula
there was to my life what the sunshine is to the flower."

He faltered, then continued brokenly,--

"He had honors, palaces, provinces, and crowns to bestow; but witness, O
gods, whose sacred duty it is to punish ingratitude,--witness that I
cared more to call Tula wife than for all the multitude of his
princeliest gifts!"

And now fast ran the tears of the princess, through sorrow rising to
full womanhood, while the murky chamber echoed with the sobs of Yeteve.
If the ghost of the barbarian king yet cared for the shield he died
defending, if it were there present, seeing and hearing, its revenge was
perfect.

"If Guatamozin--so dear to me now, so dear always--will overlook the
womanly selfishness that could find a pleasure in his grief, I will
prove that he has not loved unworthily. You have asked nothing of me,
nor urged any counsel, and I thank you for the moderation. I thank you,
also, that you have spoken as if this sorrow were not yours more than
mine. Most of all, O 'tzin, I thank you for not accusing me. Need I say
how I hate the Tezcucan? or that I am given away against my will? I am
to go as a price, as so much _cocoa_, in purchase of the fealty of a
wretch who would league with Mictlan to humble my father. I am a weak
woman, without tribes or banner, and therefore the wrong is put upon me.
But have I no power?" And, trembling with the strong purpose, she laid
her hand upon his breast. "Wife will I never be except of Guatamozin. I
am the daughter of a king. My father, at least, should know me. He may
sell me, but, thank the holy gods, I am the keeper of my own life. And
what would life be with the base Tezcucan for my master? Royal power in
a palace of pearl and gold would not make it worth the keeping. O 'tzin,
you never threw a worthless leaf upon the lake more carelessly than I
would then fling this poor body there!"

Closer to his heart he pressed the hand on his breast.

"To you, to you, O Tula, be the one blessing greater than all others
which the gods keep back in the Sun! So only can you be rewarded. I take
your words as an oath. Keep them, only keep them, and I will win for you
all that can be won by man. What a time is coming--"

Just then a joyous cry and a burst of laughter from the garden
interrupted his passionate speech, and recalled him to himself and the
present,--to the present, which was not to be satisfied with lovers'
rhapsodies. And so he said, when next he spoke,--

"You have answered my most jealous wish. Go back now; make no objection
to the Tezcucan: the betrothal is not the bridal. The king and Iztlil'
cannot abide together in peace. I know them."

And sinking his voice, he added, "Your hand is on my heart, and by its
beating you cannot fail to know how full it is of love. Take my blessing
to strengthen you. Farewell. I will return to my gardens and dreams."

"To dreams! And with such a storm coming upon Anahuac!" said Tula. "No,
no; to dream is mine."

Up, clear to his vision, rose the destiny prophesied for him by Mualox.
As he pondered it, she said, tearfully,--

"I love my father, and he is blind or mad. Now is his peril greatest,
now most he needs friendship and help. O 'tzin, leave him not,--I
conjure you by his past kindness! Remember I am his child."

Thereupon he dropped her hand, and walked the floor, while the banners
and the shields upon the walls, and the mute glory they perpetuated,
whispered of the wrong and shame he was enduring. When he answered, she
knew how great the struggle had been, and that the end was scarcely a
victory.

"You have asked that of me, my beloved, which is a sore trial," he said.
"I will not deny that the great love I bore your father is disturbed by
bitterness. Think how excessive my injury is,--I who revered as a son,
and have already put myself in death's way for him. In the halls, and
out in the gardens, my name has been a jest to-night. And how the
Tezcucan has exulted! It is hard for the sufferer to love his
wrong-doer,--O so hard! But this I will, and as an oath take the
promise: as long as the king acts for Anahuac, not imperilling her
safety or glory, so long will I uphold him; this, O Tula, from love of
country, and nothing more!"

And as the future was veiled against the woman and dutiful child, she
replied simply, "I accept the oath. Now lead me hence."

He took her hand again, and said, "In peril of life I came to say
farewell forever; but I will leave a kiss upon your forehead, and plant
its memory in your heart, and some day come again to claim you mine."

And he put his arm around her, and left the kiss on her forehead, and,
as the ancient he entered, conducted the unhappy princess from the
chamber of banners back to the hall of betrothal.

FOOTNOTES:

[34] A household god.

CHAPTER XI.

THE CHANT.

"If you have there anything for laughter, Maxtla, I bid you welcome,"
said the king, his guests around him.

And the young chief knelt on the step before the throne, and answered
with mock solemnity, "Your servant, O king, knows your great love of
minstrelsy, and how it delights you to make rich the keeper of a harp
who sings a good song well. I have taken one who bears him like a noble
singer, and has age to warrant his experience."

"Call you that the man?" asked the king, pointing to Guatamozin.

"He is the man."

The monarch laughed, and all the guests listening laughed. Now,
minstrels were common on all festive occasions; indeed, an Aztec banquet
was no more perfect without them than without guests: but it was seldom
the royal halls were graced by one so very aged; so that the bent form
and gray locks, that at other places and times would have insured safety
and respect, now excited derision. The men thought his presence there
presumptuous, the women laughed at him as a dotard. In brief, the
'tzin's peril was very great.

He seemed, however, the picture of aged innocence, and stood before the
throne, his head bowed, his face shaded by the hood, leaning humbly on
his staff, and clasping the harp close to his breast, the vines yet
about it. So well did he observe his disguise, that none there, save
Tula and Yeteve, might dream that the hood and dark gown concealed the
boldest warrior in Tenochtitlan. The face of the priestess was turned
away; but the princess sat a calm witness of the scene; either she had
too much pride to betray her solicitude, or a confidence in his address
so absolute that she felt none.

"He is none of ours," said the king, when he had several times scanned
the minstrel. "If the palace ever knew him, it was in the days of
Axaya', from whose tomb he seems to have come."

"As I came in from the garden, I met him going out," said Maxtla, in
explanation. "I could not bear that my master should lose such a promise
of song. Besides, I have heard the veterans in service often say that
the ancient chants were the best, and I thought it a good time to test
the boast."

The gray courtiers frowned, and the king laughed again.

"My minstrel here represented that old time so well," continued Maxtla,
"that at first I was full of reverence; therefore I besought him to
come, and before you, O king, sing the chants that used to charm your
mighty father. I thought it no dishonor for him to compete with the
singers now in favor, they giving us something of the present time. He
declined in courtliest style; saying that, though his voice was good, he
was too old, and might shame the ancient minstrelsy; and that, from what
he had heard, my master delighted only in things of modern invention. A
javelin in the hand of a sentinel ended the argument, and he finally
consented. Wherefore, O king, I claim him captive, to whom, if it be
your royal pleasure, I offer liberty, if he will sing in competition
before this noble company."

What sport could be more royal than such poetic contest,--the old reign
against the new? Montezuma welcomed the idea.

"The condition is reasonable," he said. "Is there a minstrel in the
valley to call it otherwise?"

In a tone scarcely audible, though all were silent that they might hear,
the 'tzin answered,--

"Obedience was the first lesson of every minstrel of the old time; but
as the master we served loved us as his children, we never had occasion
to sing for the purchase of our liberty. And more,--the capture of a
harmless singer, though he were not aged as your poor slave, O king, was
not deemed so brave a deed as to be rewarded by our master's smile."

The speech, though feebly spoken, struck both the king and his chief.

"Well done, uncle!" said the former, laughing. "And since you have
tongue so sharp, we remove the condition--"

"Thanks, many thanks, most mighty king! May the gods mete you nothing
but good! I will depart." And the 'tzin stooped till his harp struck the
floor.

The monarch waved his hand. "Stay. I merely spoke of the condition that
made your liberty depend upon your song. Go, some of you, and call my
singers." A courtier hurried away, then the king added, "It shall be
well for him who best strikes the strings. I promise a prize that shall
raise him above trouble, and make his life what a poet's ought to be."

Guatamozin advanced, and knelt on the step from which Maxtla had risen,
and said, his voice sounding tremulous with age and infirmity,--

"If the great king will deign to heed his servant again,--I am old and
weak. There was a time when I would have rejoiced to hear a prize so
princely offered in such a trial. But that was many, many summers ago.
And this afternoon, in my hut by the lake-shore, when I took my harp,
all covered with dust, from the shelf where it had so long lain
untouched and neglected, and wreathed it with this fresh vine, thinking
a gay dress might give it the appearance of use, and myself a deceitful
likeness to the minstrel I once was, alas! I did not think of my
trembling hand and my shattered memory, or of trial like this. I only
knew that a singer, however humble, was privileged at your banquet, and
that the privilege was a custom of the monarchs now in their halls in
the Sun,--true, kingly men, who, at time like this, would have put gold
in my hand, and bade me arise, and go in peace. Is Montezuma more
careless of his glory? Will he compel my song, and dishonor my gray
hair, that I may go abroad in Tenochtitlan and tell the story? In pity,
O king, suffer me to depart."

The courtiers murmured, and even Maxtla relented, but the king said,
"Good uncle, you excite my curiosity the more. If your common speech
have in it such a vein of poetry, what must the poetry be? And then,
does not your obstinacy outmeasure my cruelty? Get ready, I hold the
fortune. Win it, and I am no king if it be not yours."

The interest of the bystanders now exceeded their pity. It was novel to
find one refusing reward so rich, when the followers of his art were
accustomed to gratify an audience, even one listener, upon request.

And, seeing that escape from the trial was impossible, this 'tzin arose,
resolved to act boldly. Minstrelsy, as practised by the Aztecs, it must
be remembered, was not singing so much as a form of chanting,
accompanied by rhythmical touches of the lyre or harp,--of all kinds of
choral music the most primitive. This he had practised, but in the
solitude of his study. The people present knew the 'tzin Guatamo,
supposed to be in his palace across the lake, as soldier, scholar, and
prince, but not as poet or singer of heroic tales. So that confident
minstrelsy was now but another, if not a surer, disguise. And the eyes
of the princess Tula shining upon him calmly and steadily, he said, his
voice this time trembling with suppressed wrath,--

"Be it so, O king! Let the singers come,--let them come. Your slave will
fancy himself before the great Axaya', or your father, not less royal.
He will forget his age, and put his trust in the god whose story he will
sing."

Then other amusements were abandoned, and, intelligence of the trial
flying far and fast, lords and ladies, soldiers and priests crowded
about the throne and filled the hall. That any power of song could
belong to one so old and unknown was incredible.

"He is a provincial,--the musician of one of the hamlets," said a
courtier, derisively.

"Yes," sneered another, "he will tell how the flood came, and drowned
the harvest in his neighborhood."

"Or," ventured a third, "how a ravenous vulture once descended from the
hills, and carried off his pet rabbit."

By and by the royal minstrels came,--sleek, comely men, wearing long
stoles fringed with gold, and having harps inlaid with pearl, and strung
with silver wires. With scarce a glance at their humble competitor, they
ranged themselves before the monarch.

The trial began. One after another, the favorites were called upon. The
first sang of love, the next of his mistress, the third of Lake Tezcuco,
the fourth of Montezuma, his power, wisdom, and glory. Before all were
through, the patience of the king and crowd was exhausted. The pabas
wanted something touching religion, the soldiers something heroic and
resounding with war; and all waited for the stranger, as men listening
to a story wait for the laughter it may chance to excite. How were they
surprised! Before the womanly tones of the last singer ceased, the old
man dropped his staff, and, lifting his harp against his breast, struck
its chords, and in a voice clear and vibratory as the blast of a shell,
a voice that filled the whole hall, and startled maid and king alike,
began his chant.

QUETZAL'.

Beloved of the Sun! Mother of the
Brave! Azatlan, the North-born! Heard be thou
In my far launched voice! I sing to thy
Listening children of thee and Heaven.
Vale in the Sun, where dwell the Gods! Sum of
The beautiful art thou! Thy forests are
Flowering trees; of crystal and gold thy
Mountains; and liquid light are thy rivers
Flowing, all murmurous with songs, over
Beds of stars. O Vale of Gods, the summery
Sheen that flecks Earth's seas, and kisses its mountains,
And fairly floods its plains, we know is of thee,--
A sign sent us from afar, that we may
Feebly learn how beautiful is Heaven!

The singer rested a moment; then, looking in the eyes of the king, with
a rising voice, he continued,--

Richest hall in all the Vale is Quetzal's--

At that name Montezuma started. The minstrel noted well the sign.

O, none so fair as Quetzal's! The winds that
Play among its silver columns are Love's
Light laughter, while of Love is all the air
About. From its orient porch the young
Mornings glean the glory with which they rise
On earth.
First God and fairest was Quetzal'.
As him O none so full of holiness,
And by none were men so lov'd! Sat he always
In his hall, in deity rob'd, watching
Humanity, its genius, and its struggles
Upward. But most he watch'd its wars,--no hero
Fell but he call'd the wand'ring soul in love
To rest with him forever.
Sat he once
Thus watching, and where least expected, in
The far North, by stormy Winter rul'd, up
From the snows he saw a Nation rise. Shook
Their bolts, glistened their shields, flashed the
Light of their fierce eyes. A king, in wolf-skin
Girt, pointed Southward, and up the hills, through
The air, to the Sun, flew the name--Azatlan.
Then march'd they; by day and night they march'd,--march'd
Ever South, across the desert, up the
Mountains, down the mountains; leaping rivers,
Smiting foes, taking cities,--thus they march'd;
Thus, a cloud of eagles, roll'd they from the
North; thus on the South they fell, as autumn
Frosts upon the fruits of summer fall.

And now the priests were glad,--the singer sung of Heaven; and the
warriors were aroused,--his voice was like a battle-cry, and the theme
was the proud tradition of the conquering march of their fathers from
the distant North. Sitting with clasped hands and drooped head, the king
followed the chant, like one listening to an oracle. Yet stronger grew
the minstrel's voice,--

Pass'd
Many years of toil, and still the Nation march'd;
Still Southward strode the king; still Sunward rose
The cry of _Azatlan! Azatlan!_ And
Warmer, truer, brighter grew the human
Love of Quetzal'. He saw them reach a lake;
As dew its waves were clear; like lover's breath
The wind flew o'er it. 'Twas in the clime of
Starry nights,--the clime of orange-groves and
Plumy palms.
Then Quetzal' from his watching
Rose. Aside he flung his sunly symbols.
Like a falling star, from the Vale of Gods
He dropp'd, like a falling star shot through the
Shoreless space; like a golden morning reach'd
The earth,--reach'd the lake. Then stay'd the Nation's
March. Still Sunward rose the cry, but Southward
Strode the king no more.
In his roomy heart, in
The chambers of its love, Quetzal' took the
Nation. He swore its kings should be his sons,--
They should conquer, by the Sun, he swore! In
The laughing Lake he bade them build; and up
Sprang Tenochtitlan, of the human love
Of Quetzal child; up rose its fire-lit towers,
Outspread its piles, outstretched its streets
Of stone and wave. And as the city grew,
Still stronger grew the love of Quetzal'.
Thine
Is the Empire. To the shields again, O
Azatlan! 'Twas thus he spoke; and feather'd
Crest and oaken spear, the same that from the
North came conquering, through the valley,
On a wave of war went swiftly floating.
Down before the flaming shields fell all the
Neighb'ring tribes; open flew the cities' gates;
Fighting kings gave up their crowns; from the hills
The Chichimecan fled; on temple towers
The Toltec fires to scattering ashes
Died. Like a scourge upon the city, like
A fire across the plain, like storms adown
The mountain,--such was Azatlan that day
It went to battle! Like a monarch 'mid
His people, like a god amid the Heavens,
O such was Azatlan, victor from the
Battle, the Empire in its hand!

At this point the excitement of the audience rose into interruption:
they clapped their hands and stamped; some shouted. As the strong voice
rolled the grand story on, even the king's dread of the god disappeared;
and had the 'tzin concluded then, the prize had certainly been his. But
when the silence was restored, he resumed the attitude so proper to his
disguise, and, sinking his voice and changing the measure of the chant,
solemnly proceeded,--

As the river runneth ever, like the river ran the love of
Quetzal'. The clime grew softer, and the Vale fairer. To weave, and
trade,
And sow, and build, he taught, with countless other ways of peace.
He broke
The seals of knowledge, and unveiled the mystic paths of wisdom;
Gathered gold from the earth, and jewels from the streams; and happy
Peace, as terrible in war, became Azatlan. Only one more
Blessing,--a religion sounding of a quiet heaven and a
Godly love,--this only wanted Azatlan. And alas, for the
Sunly Quetzal'! He built a temple, with a single tower, a
Temple over many chambers.

Slowly the 'tzin repeated the last sentence, and under his gaze the
monarch's face changed visibly.

Worship he asked, and offerings,
And sacrifices, not of captives, heart-broken and complaining,
But of blooming flowers, and ripened fruits, emblems of love, and
peace,
And beauty. Alas, for the gentle Quetzal'! Cold grew the people
Lov'd so well. A little while they worshipped; then, as bees go no
More to a withered flower, they forsook his shrine, and mock'd his
Image. His love, longest lingering, went down at last, but slowly
Went, as the brook, drop by drop, runs dry in the drought of a
rainless
Summer. Wrath 'rose instead. Down in a chamber below the temple,
A chamber full of gold and unveiled splendor, beneath the Lake that
Long had ceased its laughing, thither went the god, and on the walls,
On the marble and the gold, he wrote--

The improvisation, if such it was, now wrought its full effect upon
Montezuma, who saw the recital coming nearer and nearer to the dread
mysteries of the golden chamber in the old Cû. At the beginning of the
last sentence, the blood left his face, and he leaned forward as if to
check the speech, at the same time some master influence held him
wordless. His look was that of one seeing a vision. The vagaries of a
mind shaken by days and nights of trouble are wonderful; sometimes they
are fearful. How easy for his distempered fancy to change the minstrel,
with his white locks and venerable countenance, into a servant of
Quetzal', sent by the god to confirm the interpretation and prophecies
of his other servant Mualox. At the last word, he arose, and, with an
imperial gesture, cried,--

"Peace--enough!"

[Illustration: THE MONARCH'S FACE CHANGED VISIBLY]

Then his utterance failed him,--another vision seemed to fix his
gaze. The audience, thrilling with fear, turned to see what he saw, and
heard a commotion, which, from the further end of the hall, drew slowly
near the throne, and ceased not until Mualox, in his sacrificial robes,
knelt upon the step in the minstrel's place. Montezuma dropped into his
throne, and, covering his eyes with his hands, said faintly,--

"Evil betides me, father, evil betides me! But I am a king. Speak what
you can!"

Mualox prostrated himself until his white hair covered his master's
feet.

"Again, O king, your servant comes speaking for his god."

"For the god, Mualox?"

The hall became silent as a tomb.

"I come," the holy man continued, "to tell the king that Quetzal' has
landed, this time on the sea-shore in Cempoalla. At set of sun his power
was collected on the beach. Summon all your wisdom,--the end is at
hand."

All present and hearing listened awe-struck. Of the warriors, not one,
however battle-tried, but trembled with undefined terror. And who may
accuse them? The weakness was from fear of a supposed god; their heathen
souls, after the manner of the Christian, asked, Who may war against
Heaven?

"Rise, Mualox! You love me; I have no better servant," said the king,
with dignity, but so sadly that even the prophet's heart was touched.
"It is not for me to say if your news be good or evil. All things, even
my Empire, are in the care of the gods. To-morrow I will hold a council
to determine how this visit may be best met." With a mighty effort he
freed his spirit of the influence of the untimely visitation, and said,
with a show of unconcern, "Leave the morrow to whom it belongs, my
children. Let us now to the ceremony which was to crown the night. Come
forward, son of 'Hualpilli! Room for the lord Iztlil', my friends!"

Tula looked down, and the queen Tecalco bowed her face upon the shoulder
of the queen Acatlan; and immediately, all differences lost in loving
loyalty, the caciques and chiefs gathered before him,--a nobility as
true and chivalric as ever fought beneath an infidel banner.

And they waited, but the Tezcucan came not.

"Go, Maxtla. Seek the lord Iztlil', and bring him to my presence."

Through the palace and through the gardens they sought the recreant
lover. And the silence of the waiting in the great hall was painful.
Guest looked in the face of guest, mute, yet asking much. The prince
Cacama whispered to the prince Cuitlahua, "It is a happy interference of
the gods!"

Tecalco wept on, but not from sorrow, and the eyes of the devoted
princess were lustrous for the first time; hope had come back to the
darkened soul.

And the monarch said little, and erelong retired. A great portion of the
company, despite his injunction, speedily followed his example, leaving
the younger guests, with what humor they could command, to continue the
revel till morning.

Next day at noon couriers from Cempoalla confirmed the announcement of
Mualox. Cortes had indeed landed; and that Good Friday was the last of
the perfect glory of Anahuac.

Poor king! Not long now until I may sing for thee the lamentation of the
Gothic Roderick, whose story is but little less melancholy than thine.

He look'd for the brave captains that led the hosts of Spain,
But all were fled, except the dead,--and who could count the slain?
Where'er his eye could wander all bloody was the plain;
And while thus he said the tears he shed ran down his cheeks like
rain.

Last night I was the king of Spain: to-day no king am I.
Last night fair castles held my train: to-night where shall I lie?
Last night a hundred pages did serve me on the knee,
To-night not one I call my own,--not one pertains to me.[35]

FOOTNOTES:

[35] The fifth and sixth verses of the famous Spanish ballad, "The
Lamentation of Don Roderic." The translation I have borrowed
from Lockhart's Spanish Ballads.--TR.

BOOK THREE.

CHAPTER I.

THE FIRST COMBAT.

The 'tzin's companion the night of the banquet, as the reader has no
doubt anticipated, was Hualpa, the Tihuancan. To an adventure of his,
more luckless than his friend's, I now turn.

It will be remembered that the 'tzin left him at the door of the great
hall. In a strange scene, without a guide, it was natural for him to be
ill at ease; light-hearted and fearless, however, he strolled leisurely
about, at one place stopping to hear a minstrel, at another to observe a
dance, and all the time half confused by the maze and splendor of all he
beheld. In such awe stood he of the monarch, that he gave the throne a
wide margin, contented from a distance to view the accustomed
interchanges of courtesy between the guests and their master. Finding,
at last, that he could not break through the bashfulness acquired in his
solitary life among the hills, and imitate the ease and nonchalance of
those born, as it were, to the lordliness of the hour, he left the
house, and once more sought the retiracy of the gardens. Out of doors,
beneath the stars, with the fresh air in his nostrils, he felt at home
again, the whilom hunter, ready for any emprise.

As to the walk he should follow he had no choice, for in every direction
he heard laughter, music, and conversation; everywhere were flowers and
the glow of lamps. Merest chance put him in a path that led to the
neighborhood of the museum.

Since the night shut in,--be it said in a whisper,--a memory of
wonderful brightness had taken possession of his mind. Nenetzin's face,
as he saw it laughing in the door of the kiosk when Yeteve called the
'tzin for a song, he thought outshone the lamplight, the flowers, and
everything most beautiful about his path; her eyes were as stars,
rivalling the insensate ones in the mead above him. He remembered them,
too, as all the brighter for the tears through which they had looked
down,--alas! not on him, but upon his reverend comrade. If Hualpa was
not in love, he was, at least, borrowing wings for a flight of that
kind.

Indulging the delicious revery, he came upon some nobles, conversing,
and quite blocking up the way, though going in his direction. He
hesitated; but, considering that, as a guest, the freedom of the garden
belonged equally to him, he proceeded, and became a listener.

"People call him a warrior. They know nothing of what makes a warrior;
they mistake good fortune, or what the traders in the _tianguez_ call
luck, for skill. Take his conduct at the combat of Quetzal' as an
example; say he threw his arrows well: yet it was a cowardly war. How
much braver to grasp the _maquahuitl_, and rush to blows! That requires
manhood, strength, skill. To stand back, and kill with a chance
arrow,--a woman could do as much."

The 'tzin was the subject of discussion, and the voice that of Iztlil',
the Tezcucan. Hualpa moved closer to the party.

"I thought his course in that combat good," said a stranger; "it gave
him opportunities not otherwise to be had. That he did not join the
assault cannot be urged against his courage. Had you, my lord Iztlil',
fallen like the Otompan, he would have been left alone to fight the
challengers. A fool would have seen the risk; a coward would not have
courted it."

"That argument," replied Iztlil', "is crediting him with too much
shrewdness. By the gods, he never doubted the result,--not he! He knew
the Tlascalans would never pass my shield; he knew the victory was mine,
two against me as there were. A prince of Tezcuco was never conquered!"

The spirit of the hunter was fast rising; yet he followed, listening.

"And, my friends," the Tezcucan continued, "who better judged the
conduct of the combatants that day than the king? See the result.
To-night I take from the faint heart his bride, the woman he has loved
from boyhood. Then this banquet. In whose honor is it? What does it
celebrate? There is a prize to be awarded,--the prize of courage and
skill; and who gets it? And further, of the nobles and chiefs of the
valley, but one is absent,--he whose prudence exceeds his valor."

In such strain the Tezcucan proceeded. And Hualpa, fully aroused, pushed
through the company to the speaker, but so quietly that those who
observed him asked no questions. Assured that the 'tzin must have
friends present, he waited for some one to take up his cause. His own
impulse was restrained by his great dread of the king, whose gardens he
knew were not fighting-grounds at any time or in any quarrel. But, as
the boastful prince continued, the resolve to punish him took definite
form with the Tihuancan,--to such degree had his admiration for the
'tzin already risen! Gradually the auditors dropped behind or
disappeared; finally but one remained,--a middle-aged, portly noble,
whose demeanor was not of the kind to shake the resolution taken.

Hualpa made his first advance close by the eastern gate of the garden,
to which point he held himself in check lest the want of arms should
prove an apology for refusing the fight.

"Will the lord Iztlil' stop?" he said, laying his hand on the Tezcucan's
arm.

"I do not know you," was the answer.

The sleek courtier also stopped, and stared broadly.

"You do not know me! I will mend my fortune in that respect," returned
the hunter, mildly. "I have heard what you said so ungraciously
of my friend and comrade,"--the last word he emphasized
strongly,--"Guatamozin." Then he repeated the offensive words as
correctly as if he had been a practised herald, and concluded, "Now, you
know the 'tzin cannot be here to-night; you also know the reason; but,
for him and in his place, I say, prince though you are, you have basely
slandered an absent enemy."

"Who are you?" asked the Tezcucan, surprised.

"The comrade of Guatamozin, here to take up his quarrel."

"You challenge me?" said Iztlil', in disdain.

"Does a prince of Tezcuco, son of 'Hualpilli, require a blow? Take it
then."

The blow was given.

"See! Do I not bring you princely blood?" And, in his turn, Hualpa
laughed scornfully.

The Tezcucan was almost choked with rage. "This to me,--to me,--a prince
and warrior!" he cried.

A danger not considered by the rash hunter now offered itself. An outcry
would bring down the guard; and, in the event of his arrest, the united
representations of Iztlil' and his friend would be sufficient to have
him sent forthwith to the tigers. The pride of the prince saved him.

"Have a care,--'tis an assassin! I will call the guard at the gate!"
said the courtier, alarmed.

"Call them not, call them not! I am equal to my own revenge. O, for a
spear or knife,--anything to kill!"

"Will you hear me,--a word?" the hunter said. "I am without arms also;
but they can be had."

"The arms, the arms!" cried Iztlil', passionately.

"We can make the sentinels at the gate clever by a few quills of gold;
and here are enough to satisfy them." Hualpa produced a handful of the
money. "Let us try them. Outside the gate the street is clear."

The courtier protested, but the prince was determined.

"The arms! Pledge my province and palaces,--everything for a
_maquahuitl_ now."

They went to the gate and obtained the use of two of the weapons and as
many shields. Then the party passed into the street, which they found
deserted. To avoid the great thoroughfare to Iztapalapan, they turned to
the north, and kept on as far as the corner of the garden wall.

"Stay we here," said the courtier. "Short time is all you want, lord
Iztlil'. The feathers on the hawk's wings are not full-fledged."

The man spoke confidently; and it must be confessed that the Tezcucan's
reputation and experience justified the assurance. One advantage the
hunter had which his enemies both overlooked,--a surpassing composure.
From a temple near by a red light flared broadly over the place,
redeeming it from what would otherwise have been vague starlight; by its
aid they might have seen his countenance without a trace of excitement
or passion. One wish, and but one, he had,--that Guatamozin could
witness the trial.

The impatience of the Tezcucan permitted but few preliminaries.

"The gods of Mictlan require no prayers. Stand out!" he said.

"Strike!" answered Hualpa.

Up rose the glassy blades of the Tezcucan, flashing in the light; quick
and strong the blow, yet it clove but the empty air. "For the 'tzin!"
shouted the hunter, striking back before the other was half recovered.
The shield was dashed aside; a groan acknowledged a wound in the breast,
and Iztlil' staggered; another blow stretched him on the pavement. A
stream of blood, black in the night, stole slowly out over the flags.
The fight was over. The victor dropped the bladed end of his weapon, and
surveyed his foe, with astonishment, then pity.

"Your friend is hurt; help him!" he said, turning to the courtier; but
he was alone,--the craven had run. For one fresh from the hills, this
was indeed a dilemma! A duel and a death in sight of the royal palace! A
chill tingled through his veins. He thought rapidly of the alarm, the
arrest, the king's wrath, and himself given to glut the monsters in the
menagerie. Up rose, also, the many fastnesses amid the cedared glades of
Tihuanco. Could he but reach them! The slaves of Montezuma, to please a
whim, might pursue and capture a quail or an eagle; but there he could
laugh at pursuit, while in Tenochtitlan he was nowhere safe.

Sight of the flowing blood brought him out of the panic. He raised the
Tezcucan's arm, and tore the rich vestments from his breast. The wound
was a glancing one; it might not be fatal after all; to save him were
worth the trial. Taking off his own _maxtlatl_, he wound it tightly
round the body and over the cut. Across the street there was a small,
open house; lifting the wounded man gently as possible, he carried him
thither, and laid him in a darkened passage. Where else to convey him he
knew not; that was all he could do. Now for flight,--for Tihuanco.
Tireless and swift of foot shall they be who catch him on the way!

He started for the lake, intending to cross in a canoe rather than by
the causeway; already a square was put behind, when it occurred to him
that the Tezcucan might have slaves and a palanquin waiting before the
palace door. He began, also, to reproach himself for the baseness of the
desertion. How would the 'tzin have acted? When the same Tezcucan lay
with the dead in the arena, who nursed him back to life?

If Hualpa had wished his patron's presence at the beginning of the
combat, now, flying from imaginary dangers,--flying, like a startled
coward, from his very victory,--much did he thank the gods that he was
alone and unseen. In a kind of alcove, or resting-place for weary
walkers, with which, by the way, the thoroughfares of Tenochtitlan were
well provided, he sat down, recalled his wonted courage, and determined
on a course more manly, whatever the risk.

Then he retraced his steps, and went boldly to the portal of the palace,
where he found the Tezcucan's palanquin. The slaves in charge followed
him without objection.

"Take your master to his own palace. Be quick!" he said to them, when
the wounded man was transferred to the carriage.

"It is in Tecuba," said one of them.

"To Tecuba then."

He did more; he accompanied the slaves. Along the street, across the
causeway, which never seemed of such weary length, they proceeded. On
the road the Tezcucan revived. He said little, and was passive in his
enemy's hands. From Tecuba the latter hastened back to Tenochtitlan, and
reached the portico of Xoli, the Chalcan, just as day broke over the
valley.

And such was the hunter's first emprise as a warrior.

CHAPTER II.

THE SECOND COMBAT.

It is hardly worth while to detail the debate between Hualpa and Xoli;
enough to know that the latter, anticipating pursuit, hid the son of his
friend in a closet attached to his restaurant.

That day, and many others, the police went up and down, ferreting for
the assassin of the noble Iztlil'. Few premises escaped their search.
The Chalcan's, amongst others, was examined, but without discovery. Thus
safely concealed, the hunter throve on the _cuisine_, and for the loss
of liberty was consoled by the gossip and wordy wisdom of his accessory,
and, by what was better, the gratitude of Guatamozin. In such manner two
weeks passed away, the longest and most wearisome of his existence. How
sick at heart he grew in his luxurious imprisonment; how he pined for
the old hills and woodlands; how he longed once more to go down the
shaded vales free-footed and fearless, stalking deer or following his
ocelot. Ah, what is ambition gratified to freedom lost!

Unused to the confinement, it became irksome to him, and at length
intolerable. "When," he asked himself, "is this to end? Will the king
ever withdraw his huntsmen? Through whom am I to look or hope for
pardon?" He sighed, paced the narrow closet, and determined that night
to walk out and see if his old friends the stars were still in their
places, and take a draught of the fresh air, to his remembrance sweeter
than the new beverage of the Chalcan. And when the night came he was
true to his resolution.

Pass we his impatience while waiting an opportunity to leave the house
unobserved; his attempts unsuccessfully repeated; his vexation at the
"noble patrons" who lounged in the apartments and talked so long over
their goblets. At a late hour he made good his exit. In the _tianguez_,
which was the first to receive him, booths and porticos were closed for
the night; lights were everywhere extinguished, except on the towers of
the temples. As morning would end his furlough and drive him back to the
hated captivity, he resolved to make the most of the night; he would
visit the lake, he would stroll through the streets. By the gods! he
would play freeman to the full.

In his situation, all places were alike perilous,--houses, streets,
temples, and palaces. As, for that reason, one direction was good as
another, he started up the Iztapalapan street from the _tianguez_.
Passengers met him now and then; otherwise the great thoroughfare was
unusually quiet. Sauntering along in excellent imitation of careless
enjoyment, he strove to feel cheerful; but, in spite of his efforts, he
became lonesome, while his dread of the patrols kept him uneasy. Such
freedom, he ascertained, was not all his fancy colored it; yet it was
not so bad as his prison. On he went. Sometimes on a step, or in the
shade of a portico, he would sit and gaze at the houses as if they were
old friends basking in the moonlight; at the bridges he would also stop,
and, leaning over the balustrades, watch the waveless water in the canal
below, and envy the watermen asleep in their open canoes. The result was
a feeling of recklessness, sharpened by a yearning for something to do,
some place to visit, some person to see; in short, a thousand wishes, so
vague, however, that they amounted to nothing.

In this mood he thought of Nenetzin, who, in the tedium of his
imprisonment, had become to him a constant dream,--a vision by which his
fancy was amused and his impatience soothed; a vision that faded not
with the morning, but at noon was sweet as at night. With the thought
came another,--the idea of an adventure excusable only in a lover.

"The garden!" he said, stopping and thinking. "The garden! It is the
king's; so is the street. It is guarded; so is the city. I will be in
danger; but that is around me everywhere. By the gods! I will go to the
garden, and look at the house in which she sleeps."

Invade the gardens of the great king at midnight! The project would have
terrified the Chalcan; the 'tzin would have forbade it; at any other
time, the adventurer himself would rather have gone unarmed into the den
of a tiger. The gardens were chosen places sacred to royalty; otherwise
they would have been without walls and without sentinels at the gates.
In the event of detection and arrest, the intrusion at such a time would
be without excuse; death was the penalty.

But the venture was agreeable to the mood he was in; he welcomed it as a
relief from loneliness, as a rescue from his tormenting void of purpose;
if he saw the dangers, they were viewed in the charm of his gentle
passion,--griffins and goblins masked by Love, the enchanter. He started
at once; and now that he had an object before him, there was no more
loitering under porticos or on the bridges. As the squares were put
behind him, he repeated over and over, as a magical exorcism, "I will
look at the house in which she sleeps,--the house in which she sleeps."

Once in his progress, he turned aside from the great street, and went up
a footway bordering a canal. At the next street, however, he crossed a
bridge, and proceeded to the north again. Almost before he was aware of
it, he reached the corner of the royal garden, always to be remembered
by him as the place of his combat with the Tezcucan. But so intent was
he upon his present project he scarcely gave it a second look.

The wall was but little higher than his head, and covered with snowy
stucco; and where, over the coping, motionless in the moonshine, a
palm-tree lifted its graceful head, he boldly climbed, and entered the
sacred enclosure. Drawing his mantle close about him, he stole toward
the palace, selecting the narrow walks most protected by overhanging
shrubbery.

A man's instinct is a good counsellor in danger; often it is the only
counsellor. Gliding through the shadows, cautiously as if hunting, he
seemed to hear a recurrent whisper,--

"Have a care, O hunter! This is not one of thy familiar places. The
gardens of the great king have other guardians than the stars. Death
awaits thee at every gate."

But as often came the reply, "Nenetzin,--I will see the house in which
she sleeps."

He held on toward the palace, never stopping until the top, here and
there crowned with low turrets, rose above the highest trees. Then he
listened intently, but heard not a sound of life from the princely pile.
He sought next a retreat, where, secure from observation, he might sit
in the pleasant air, and give wings to his lover's fancy. At last he
found one, a little retired from the central walk, and not far from a
tank, which had once been, if it were not now, the basin of a fountain.
Upon a bench, well shaded by a clump of flowering bushes, he stretched
himself at ease, and was soon absorbed.

The course of his thought, in keeping with his youth, was to the future.
Most of the time, however, he had no distinct idea; revery, like an
evening mist, settled upon him. Sometimes he lay with closed eyes,
shutting himself in, as it were, from the world; then he stared vacantly
at the stars, or into those blue places in the mighty vault too deep for
stars; but most he loved to look at the white walls of the palace. And
for the time he was happy; his soul may be said to have been singing a
silent song to the unconscious Nenetzin.

Once or twice he was disturbed by a noise, like the suppressed cry of a
child; but he attributed it to some of the restless animals in the
museum at the farther side of the garden. Half the night was gone; so
the watchers on the temples proclaimed; and still he stayed,--still
dreamed.

About that time, however, he was startled by footsteps coming apparently
from the palace. He sat up, ready for action. The appearance of a man
alone and unarmed allayed his apprehension for the moment. Up the walk,
directly by the hiding-place, the stranger came. As he passed slowly on,
the intruder thrilled at beholding, not a guard or an officer, but
Montezuma in person! As far as the tank the monarch walked; there he
stopped, put his hands behind him, and looked moodily down into the
pool.

Garden, palace, Nenetzin,--everything but the motionless figure by the
tank faded from Hualpa's mind. Fear came upon him; and no wonder: there,
almost within reach, at midnight, unattended, stood what was to him the
positive realization of power, ruler of the Empire, dispenser of richest
gifts, keeper of life and death! Guilty, and tremulously apprehensive
that he had been discovered, Hualpa looked each instant to be dragged
from his hiding.

The space around the tank was clear, and strewn with shells perfectly
white in the moonlight. While the adventurer sat fixed to his seat,
watching the king, watching, also, a chance of escape, he saw something
come from the shrubbery, move stealthily out into the walk, then crouch
down. Now, as I have shown, he was brave; but this tested all his
courage. Out further crept the object, moving with the stillness of a
spirit. Scarcely could he persuade himself at first that it was not an
illusion begotten of his fears; but its form and movements, the very
stillness of its advance, at last identified it. In all his hunter's
experience, he had never seen an ocelot so large. The screams he had
heard were now explained,--the monster had escaped from the menagerie!

I cannot say the recognition wrought a subsidence of Hualpa's fears. He
felt instinctively for his arms,--he had nothing but a knife of brittle
_itzli_. Then he thought of the stories he had heard of the ferocity of
the royal tigers, and of unhappy wretches flung, by way of punishment,
into their dens. He shuddered, and turned to the king, who still gazed
thoughtfully over the wall of the tank.

Holy Huitzil'! the ocelot was creeping upon the monarch! The flash of
understanding that revealed the fact to Hualpa was like the lightning.
Breathlessly he noticed the course the brute was taking; there could be
no doubt. Another flash, and he understood the monarch's peril,--alone,
unarmed, before the guards at the gates or in the palace could come, the
struggle would be over; child of the Sun though he was, there remained
for him but one hope of rescue.

As, in common with provincials generally, he cherished a reverence for
the monarch hardly secondary to that he felt for the gods, the Tihuancan
was inexpressibly shocked to see him subject to such a danger. An
impulse aside from native chivalry urged him to confront the ocelot; but
under the circumstances,--and he recounted them rapidly,--he feared the
king more than the brute. Brief time was there for consideration; each
moment the peril increased. He thought of the 'tzin, then of Nenetzin.

"Now or never!" he said. "If the gods do but help me, I will prove
myself!"

And he unlooped the mantle, and wound it about his left arm; the knife,
poor as it was, he took from his _maxtlatl_; then he was ready. Ah, if
he only had a javelin!

To place himself between the king and his enemy was what he next set
about. Experience had taught him how much such animals are governed by
curiosity, and upon that he proceeded to act. On his hands and knees he
crept out into the walk. The moment he became exposed, the ocelot
stopped, raised its round head, and watched him with a gaze as intent as
his own. The advance was slow and stealthy; when the point was almost
gained, the king turned about.

"Speak not, stir not, O king!" he cried, without stopping. "I will save
you,--no other can."

From creeping man the monarch looked to crouching beast, and
comprehended the situation.

Forward went Hualpa, now the chief object of attraction to the monster.
At last he was directly in front of it.

"Call the guard and fly! It is coming now!"

And through the garden rang the call. Verily, the hunter had become the
king!

A moment after the ocelot lowered its head, and leaped. The Tihuancan
had barely time to put himself in posture to receive the attack, his
left arm serving as shield; upon his knee, he struck with the knife. The
blood flew, and there was a howl so loud that the shouts of the monarch
were drowned. The mantle was rent to ribbons; and through the feathers,
cloth, and flesh, the long fangs craunched to the bone,--but not without
return. This time the knife, better directed, was driven to the heart,
where it snapped short off, and remained. The clenched jaws relaxed.
Rushing suddenly in, Hualpa contrived to push the fainting brute into
the tank. He saw it sink, saw the pool subside to its calm, then turned
to Montezuma, who, though calling lustily for the guard, had stayed to
the end. Kneeling upon the stained shells, he laid the broken knife at
the monarch's feet, and waited for him to speak.

"Arise!" the king said, kindly.

The hunter stood up, splashed with blood, the fragments of his
_tilmatli_ clinging in shreds to his arm, his tunic torn, the hair
fallen over his face,--a most uncourtierlike figure.

"You are hurt," said the king, directly. "I was once thought skilful
with medicines. Let me see."

He found the wounds, and untying his own sash, rich with embroidery,
wrapped it in many folds around the bleeding arm.

Meantime there was commotion in many quarters.

"Evil take the careless watchers!" he said, sternly, noticing the rising
clamor. "Had I trusted them,--but are you not of the guard?"

"I am the great king's slave,--his poorest slave, but not of his guard."

Montezuma regarded him attentively.

"It cannot be; an assassin would not have interfered with the ocelot.
Take up the knife, and follow me."

Hualpa obeyed. On the way they met a number of the guard running in
great perplexity; but without a word to them, the monarch walked on, and
into the palace. In a room where there were tables and seats, books and
writing materials, maps on the walls and piles of them on the floor, he
stopped, and seated himself.

"You know what truth is, and how the gods punish falsehood," he began;
then, abruptly, "How came you in the garden?"

Hualpa fell on his knees, laid his palm on the floor, and answered
without looking up, for such he knew to be a courtly custom.

"Who may deceive the wise king Montezuma? I will answer as to the gods:
the gardens are famous in song and story, and I was tempted to see them,
and climbed the wall. When you came to the fountain, I was close by; and
while waiting a chance to escape, I saw the ocelot creeping upon you;
and--and--the great king is too generous to deny his slave the pardon he
risked his life for."

"Who are you?"

"I am from the province of Tihuanco. My name is Hualpa."

"Hualpa, Hualpa," repeated the king, slowly. "You serve Guatamozin."

"He is my friend and master, O king."

Montezuma started. "Holy gods, what madness! My people have sought you
far and wide to feed you to the tiger in the tank."

Hualpa faltered not.

"O king, I know I am charged with the murder of Iztlil', the Tezcucan.
Will it please you to hear my story?"

And taking the assent, he gave the particulars of the combat, not
omitting the cause. "I did not murder him," he concluded. "If he is
dead, I slew him in fair fight, shield to shield, as a warrior may, with
honor, slay a foeman."

"And you carried him to Tecuba?"

"Before the judges, if you choose, I will make the account good."

"Be it so!" the monarch said, emphatically. "Two days hence, in the
court, I will accuse you. Have there your witnesses: it is a matter of
life and death. Now, what of your master, the 'tzin?"

The question was dangerous, and Hualpa trembled, but resolved to be
bold.

"If it be not too presumptuous, most mighty king,--if a slave may seem
to judge his master's judgment by the offer of a word--"

"Speak! I give you liberty."

"I wish to say," continued Hualpa, "that in the court there are many
noble courtiers who would die for you, O king; but, of them all, there
is not one who so loves you, or whose love could be made so profitable,
being backed by skill, courage, and wisdom, as the generous prince whom
you call my master. In his banishment he has chosen to serve you; for
the night the strangers landed in Cempoalla, he left his palace in
Iztapalapan, and entered their camp in the train of the governor of
Cotastlan. Yesterday a courier, whom you rewarded richly for his speed
in coming, brought you portraits of the strangers, and pictures of their
arms and camp; that courier was Guatamozin, and his was the hand that
wrought the artist's work. O, much as your faculties become a king, you
have been deceived: he is not a traitor."

"Who told you such a fine minstrel's tale?"

"The gods judge me, O king, if, without your leave, I had so much as
dared kiss the dust at your feet. What you have graciously permitted me
to tell I heard from the 'tzin himself."

Montezuma sat a long time silent, then asked, "Did your master speak of
the strangers, or of the things he saw?"

"The noble 'tzin regards me kindly, and therefore spoke with freedom. He
said, mourning much that he could not be at your last council to declare
his opinion, that you were mistaken."

The speaker's face was cast down, so that he could not see the frown
with which the plain words were received, and he continued,--

"'They are not _teules_,'[36] so the 'tzin said, 'but men, as you and I
are; they eat, sleep, drink, like us; nor is that all,--they die like
us; for in the night,' he said, 'I was in their camp, and saw them, by
torchlight, bury the body of one that day dead.' And then he asked, 'Is
that a practice among the gods?' Your slave, O king, is not learned as a
paba, and therefore believed him."

Montezuma stood up.

"Not _teules_! How thinks he they should be dealt with?"

"He says that, as they are men, they are also invaders, with whom an
Aztec cannot treat. Nothing for them but war!"

To and fro the monarch walked. After which he returned to Hualpa and
said,--

"Go home now. To-morrow I will send you a _tilmatli_ for the one you
wear. Look to your wounds, and recollect the trial. As you love life,
have there your proof. I will be your accuser."

"As the great king is merciful to his children, the gods will be
merciful to him. I will give myself to the guards," said the hunter, to
whom anything was preferable to the closet in the restaurant.

"No, you are free."

Hualpa kissed the floor, and arose, and hurried from the palace to the
house of Xoli on the _tianguez_. The effect of his appearance upon that
worthy, and the effect of the story afterwards, may be imagined.
Attention to the wounds, a bath, and sound slumber put the adventurer in
a better condition by the next noon.

And from that night he thought more than ever of glory and Nenetzin.

FOOTNOTES:

[36] Gods.

CHAPTER III.

THE PORTRAIT.

Next day, after the removal of the noon comfitures, and when the
princess Tula had gone to the hammock for the usual _siesta_, Nenetzin
rushed into her apartment unusually excited.

"O, I have something so strange to tell you,--something so strange!" she
cried, throwing herself upon the hammock.

Her face was bright and very beautiful. Tula looked at her a moment,
then put her lips lovingly to the smooth forehead.

"By the Sun! as our royal father sometimes swears, my sister seems in
earnest."

"Indeed I am; and you will go with me, will you not?"

"Ah! you want to take me to the garden to see the dead tiger, or,
perhaps, the warrior who slew it, or--now I have it--you have seen
another minstrel."

Tula expected the girl to laugh, but was surprised to see her eyes fill
with tears. She changed her manner instantly, and bade the slave who had
been sitting by the hammock fanning her, to retire. Then she said,--

"You jest so much, Nenetzin, that I do not know when you are serious. I
love you: now tell me what has happened."

The answer was given in a low voice.

"You will think me foolish, and so I am, but I cannot help it. Do you
recollect the dream I told you the night on the _chinampa_?"

"The night Yeteve came to us? I recollect."

"You know I saw a man come and sit down in our father's palace,--a
stranger with blue eyes and fair face, and hair and beard like the silk
of the ripening maize. I told you I loved him, and would have none but
him; and you laughed at me, and said he was the god Quetzal'. O Tula,
the dream has come back to me many times since; so often that it seems,
when I am awake, to have been a reality. I am childish, you think, and
very weak; you may even pity me; but I have grown to look upon the
blue-eyed as something lovable and great, and thought of him is a part
of my mind; so much so that it is useless for me to say he is not, or
that I am loving a shadow. And now, O dear Tula, now comes the strange
part of my story. Yesterday, you know, a courier from Cempoalla brought
our father some pictures of the strangers lately landed from the sea.
This morning I heard there were portraits among them, and could not
resist a curiosity to see them; so I went, and almost the first one I
came to,--do not laugh,--almost the first one I came to was the picture
of him who comes to me so often in my dreams. I looked and trembled.
There indeed he was; there were the blue eyes, the yellow hair, the
white face, even the dress, shining as silver, and the plumed crest. I
did not stay to look at anything else, but hurried here, scarcely
knowing whether to be glad or afraid. I thought if you went with me I
would not be afraid. Go you must; we will look at the portrait
together." And she hid her face, sobbing like a child.

"It is too wonderful for belief. I will go," said Tula.

She arose, and the slave brought and threw over her shoulders the long
white scarf so invariably a part of an Aztec woman's costume. Then the
sisters took their way to the chamber where the pictures were kept,--the
same into which Hualpa had been led the night before. The king was
elsewhere giving audience, and his clerks and attendants were with him.
So the two were allowed to indulge their curiosity undisturbed.

Nenetzin went to a pile of manuscripts lying on the floor. The elder
sister was startled by the first picture exposed; for she recognized the
handiwork, long since familiar to her, of the 'tzin. Nor was she less
surprised by the subject, which was a horse, apparently a nobler
instrument for a god's revenge than man himself.

Next she saw pictured a horse, its rider mounted, and in Christian
armor, and bearing shield, lance, and sword. Then came a cannon, the
gunner by the carriage, his match lighted, while a volume of flame and
smoke was bursting from the throat of the piece. A portrait followed;
she lifted it up, and trembled to see the hero of Nenetzin's dream!

"Did I not tell you so, O Tula?" said the girl, in a whisper.

"The face is pleasant and noble," the other answered, thoughtfully; "but
I am afraid. There is evil in the smile, evil in the blue eyes."

The rest of the manuscripts they left untouched. The one absorbed them;
but with what different feelings! Nenetzin was a-flutter with pleasure,
restrained by awe. Impressed by the singularity of the vision, as thus
realized, a passionate wish to see the man or god, whichever he was, and
hear his voice, may be called her nearest semblance to reflection. Like
a lover in the presence of the beloved, she was glad and contented, and
asked nothing of the future. But with Tula, older and wiser, it was
different. She was conscious of the novelty of the incident; at the same
time a presentiment, a gloomy foreboding, filled her soul. In slumber we
sometimes see spectres, and they sit by us and smile; yet we shrink, and
cannot keep down anticipations of ill. So Tula was affected by what she
beheld.

She laid the portrait softly down, and turned to Nenetzin, who had now
no need to deprecate her laugh.

"The ways of the gods are most strange. Something tells me this is their
work. I am afraid; let us go."

And they retired, and the rest of the day, swinging in the hammock, they
talked of the dream and the portrait, and wondered what would come of
them.

CHAPTER IV.

THE TRIAL

Hualpa's adventure in the garden made a great stir in the palace and the
city. Profound was the astonishment, therefore, when it became known
that the savior of the king and the murderer of the Tezcucan were one
and the same person, and that, in the latter character, he was to be
taken into court and tried for his life, Montezuma himself acting as
accuser. Though universally discredited, the story had the effect of
drawing an immense attendance at the trial.

"Ho, Chalcan! Fly not your friends in that way!"

So the broker was saluted by some men nobly dressed, whom he was about
passing on the great street. He stopped, and bowed very low.

"A pleasant day, my lords! Your invitation honors me; the will of his
patrons should always be law to the poor keeper of a portico. I am
hurrying to the trial."

"Then stay with us. We also have a curiosity to see the assassin."

"My good lord speaks harshly. The boy, whom I love as a son, cannot be
what you call him."

The noble laughed. "Take it not ill, Chalcan. So much do I honor the
hand that slew the base Tezcucan that I care not whether it was in fair
fight or by vantage taken. But what do you know about the king being
accuser to-day?"

"So he told the boy."

"Incredible!"

"I will not quarrel with my lord on that account," rejoined the broker.
"A more generous master than Montezuma never lived. Are not the people
always complaining of his liberality? At the last banquet, for inventing
a simple drink, did he not give me, his humblest slave, a goblet fit for
another king?"

"And what is your drink, though ever so excellent, to the saving his
life? Is not that your argument, Chalcan?"

"Yes, my lord, and at such peril! Ah, you should have seen the ocelot
when taken from the tank! The keepers told me it was the largest and
fiercest in the museum."

Then Xoli proceeded to edify his noble audience with all the gossip
pertaining to the adventure; and as his object was to take into court
some friends for the luckless hunter more influential than himself, he
succeeded admirably. Every few steps there were such expressions as, "It
would be pitiful if so brave a fellow should die!" "If I were king, by
the Sun, I would enrich him from the possessions of the Tezcucan!" And
as they showed no disposition to interrupt him, his pleading lasted to
the house of justice, where the company arrived not any too soon to
procure comfortable seats.

The court-house stood at the left of the street, a little retired from
the regular line of buildings. The visitors had first to pass through a
spacious hall, which brought them to a court-yard cemented under foot,
and on all sides bounded with beautiful houses. Then, on the right, they
saw the entrance to the chamber of justice, grotesquely called the
Tribunal of God,[37] in which, for ages, had been administered a code,
vindictive, but not without equity. The great door was richly carved;
the windows high and broad, and lined with fluted marble; while a
projecting cornice, tastefully finished, gave airiness and beauty to the
venerable structure.

The party entered the room with profoundest reverence. On a dais sat the
judge; in front of him was the stool bearing the skull with the emerald
crown and gay plumes. Turning from the plain tapestry along the walls,
the spectators failed not to admire the jewels that blazed with almost
starry splendor from the centre of the canopy above him.

The broker, not being of the class of privileged nobles, found a seat
with difficulty. To his comfort, however, he was placed by the side of
an acquaintance.

"You should have come earlier, Chalcan; the judge has twice used the
arrow this morning."

"Indeed!"

"Once against a boy too much given to _pulque_,--a drunkard. With the
other doubtless you were acquainted."

"Was he noble?"

"He had good blood, at least, being the son of a Tetzmellocan, who died
immensely rich. The witnesses said the fellow squandered his father's
estate almost as soon as it came to him."

"Better had he been born a thief,"[38] said Xoli, coolly.

Suddenly, four heralds, with silver maces, entered the court-room,
announcing the monarch. The people fell upon their knees, and so
remained until he was seated before the dais. Then they arose, and, with
staring eyes, devoured the beauty of his costume, and the mysterious
sanction of manner, office, power, and custom, which the lovers of
royalty throughout the world have delighted to sum up in the one
word,--majesty. The hum of voices filled the chamber. Then, by another
door, in charge of officers, Hualpa appeared, and was led to the dais
opposite the king. Before an Aztecan court there was no ceremony. The
highest and the lowliest stood upon a level: such, at least, was the
beautiful theory.

So intense was the curiosity to see the prisoner that the spectators
pressed upon each other, for the moment mindless of the monarch's
presence.

"A handsome fellow!" said an old cacique, approvingly.

"Only a boy, my lord!" suggested the critic.

"And not fierce-looking, either."

"Yes--"

"No--"

"He might kill, but in fair fight: so I judge him."

And that became the opinion amongst the nobles.

"Your friend seems confident, Xoli. I like him," remarked the Chalcan's
acquaintance.

"Hush! The king accuses."

"The king, said you!" And the good man, representing the commonalty, was
frozen into silence.

In another quarter, one asked, "Does he not wear the 'tzin's livery?"

The person interrogated covered his mouth with both hands, then drew to
the other's ear, and whispered,--

"Yes, he's a 'tzin's man, and that, they say, is his crime."

The sharp voice of the executive officer of the court rang out, and
there was stillness almost breathless. Up rose the clerk, a learned man,
keeper of the records, and read the indictment; that done, he laid the
portrait of the accused on the table before the judge; then the trial
began.

The judge, playing carelessly with the fatal arrow, said,--"Hualpa, son
of Tepaja, the Tihuancan, stand up, and answer."

And the prisoner arose, and saluted court and king, and answered, "It
is true, that on the night of the banquet, I fought the Tezcucan; by
favor of the gods, I defeated, without slaying him. He is here in person
to acquit me."

"Bring the witness," said the judge.

Some of the officers retired; during their absence a solemn hush
prevailed; directly they returned, carrying a palanquin. Right before
the dais they set it down, and drew aside the curtains. Then slowly the
Tezcucan came forth,--weak, but unconquered. At the judge he looked, and
at the king, and all the fire of his haughty soul burned in the glance.
Borrowing strength from his pride, he raised his head high, and said,
scornfully,--

"The power of my father's friend is exceeding great; he speaks, and all
things obey him. I am sick and suffering; but he bade me come, and I am
here. What new shame awaits me?"

Montezuma answered, never more a king than then: "'Hualpill was wise;
his son is foolish; for the memory of the one I spare the other. The
keeper of this sacred place will answer why you are brought here. Look
that he pardons you lightly as I have."

Then the judge said, "Prince of Tezcuco, you are here by my order. There
stands one charged with your murder. Would you have had him suffer the
penalty? You have dared be insolent. See, O prince, that before
to-morrow you pay the treasurer ten thousand quills of gold. See to it."
And, returning the portrait to the clerk, he added, "Let the accused go
acquit."

"Ah! said I not so, said I not so?" muttered the Chalcan, rubbing his
hands joyfully, and disturbing the attentive people about him.

"Hist, hist!" they said, impatiently. "What more? hearken!"

Hualpa was kneeling before the monarch.

"Most mighty king," he said, "if what I have done be worthy reward,
grant me the discharge of this fine."

"How!" said Montezuma, amazed. "The Tezcucan is your enemy!"

"Yet he fought me fairly, and is a warrior."

The eyes of the king sought those of Iztlil'.

"What says the son of 'Hualpilli?"

The latter raised his head with a flash of the old pride. "He is a slave
of Guatamozin's: I scorn the intercession. I am yet a prince of
Tezcuco."

Then the monarch went forward, and sat by the judge. Not a sound was
heard, till he spoke.

"Arise, and come near," he said to Hualpa. "I will do what becomes me."

His voice was low and tremulous with feeling, and over his face came the
peculiar suffusion of sadness afterwards its habitual expression. The
hunter kissed the floor at his feet, and remained kneeling. Then he
continued,--

"Son of the Tihuancan, I acknowledge I owe my life to you, and I call
all to hear the acknowledgment. If the people have thought this
prosecution part of my gratitude,--if they have marvelled at my
appearing as your accuser, much have they wronged me. I thought of
reward higher than they could have asked for you; but I also thought to
try you. A slave is not fit to be a chief, nor is every chief fit to be
a king. I thought to try you: I am satisfied. When your fame goes
abroad, as it will; when the minstrels sing your valor; when
Tenochtitlan talks of the merchant's son, who, in the garden, slew the
tiger, and saved the life of Montezuma,--let them also tell how
Montezuma rewarded him; let them say I made him noble."

Thereupon he arose, and transferred the _panache_ from his head to
Hualpa's. Those close by looked at the gift, and saw, for the first
time, that it was not the crown, but the crest of a chief or cacique.
Then they knew that the trial was merely to make more public the honors
designed.

"Let them say further," he continued, "that with my own hand I made him
a warrior of the highest grade." And, bending over the adventurer, he
clasped around his neck the collar of the supreme military order of the
realm.[39] "Nor is that all. Rank, without competence, is a vexation and
shame. At the foot of Chapultepec, on the shore of the lake, lie an
estate and a palace of which I have been proud. Let it be said, finally,
that I gave them to enrich him and his forever." He paused, and turned
coldly to the Tezcucan. "But as to the son of 'Hualpilli, his fine must
stand; such pride must be punished. He shall pay the gold, or forfeit
his province." Then, outstretching toward the audience both his arms, he
said, so as to be heard throughout the chamber, "Now, O my children,
justice has been done!"

The words were simple; but the manner, royal as a king's and patriarchal
as a pontiff's, brought every listener to his knees.

"Stand up, my lord Hualpa! Take your place in my train. I will return to
the palace."

With that he passed out.

And soon there was but one person remaining,--Iztlil', the Tezcucan.
Brought from Tlacopan by officers of the court, too weak to walk,
without slaves to help him, at sight of the deserted hall his
countenance became haggard, the light in his hollow eyes came and went,
and his broad breast heaved passionately; in that long, slow look he
measured the depth of his fall.

"O Tezcuco, Tezcuco, city of my fathers!" he cried aloud. "This is the
last wrong to the last of thy race of kings."

A little after he was upon a bench exhausted, his head covered by his
mantle. Then a hand was laid upon his shoulder; he looked up and saw
Hualpa.

"How now! Has the base-born come to enjoy his triumph? I cannot strike.
Laugh and revile me; but remember, mine is the blood of kings. The gods
loved my father, and will not abandon his son. In their names I curse
you!"

"Tezcucan, you are proud to foolishness," said the hunter, calmly. "I
came to serve you. Within an hour I have become master of slaves--"

"And were yourself a slave!"

"Well, I won my freedom; I slew a beast and conquered a--But, prince, my
slaves are at the door. Command them to Tlacopan."

"Play courtier to those who have influence; lean your ambition upon one
who can advance it. I am undone."

"I am not a courtier. The service I offer you springs from a warrior's
motive. I propose it, not to a man of power, but to a prince whose
courage is superior to his fortune."

For a moment the Tezcucan studied the glowing face; then his brows
relaxed, and, sighing like a woman, and like a woman overcome by the
unexpected gentleness, he bowed his head, and covered his face with his
hands, that he might not be accused of tears.

"Let me call the slaves, O prince," said Hualpa.

Thrice he clapped his hands, whereat four tattooed tamanes stalked into
the chamber with a palanquin. Iztlil' took seat in the carriage, and was
being borne away, when he called the hunter.

"A word," he said, in a voice from which all passion was gone. "Though
my enemy, you have been generous, and remembered my misfortunes when all
others forsook me. Take with you this mark. I do not ask you to wear it,
for the time is nearly come when the son of 'Hualpilli will be
proscribed throughout the valley; but keep it in witness that I, the son
of a king, acknowledged your right and fitness to be a noble. Farewell."

Hualpa could not refuse a present so delicately given; extending his
hand, he received a bracelet of gold, set with an Aztec diamond of
immense value. He clasped it upon his arm, and followed the carriage
into the street.

FOOTNOTES:

[37] Prescott, Conq. of Mexico, Vol. I. p. 33.

[38] A thief might be punished with slavery: death was the penalty for
prodigalism and drunkenness.

[39] The authorities touching the military orders of the Aztecs are
full and complete. Prescott, Conq. of Mexico, Vol. I. p. 45;
Acosta, Book VI. ch. 26; Mendoza's Collec. Antiq. of Mexico,
Vol. I, p. 65.

BOOK FOUR.

CHAPTER I.

THE KING GIVES A TRUST TO HUALPA.

And now was come the time of all the year most pleasant,--the time when
the _maguey_ was greenest, when the cacti burst into flowers, and in
every field women and children, with the strong men, went to pluck the
ripened maize. Of the summer, only the wealth and beauty remained. The
Goddess of Abundance divided the worship which, at other seasons, was
mostly given to Huitzil' and Tezca';[40] in her temples the days were
all of prayer, hymning, and priestly ceremony. No other towers sent up
such columns of the blue smoke so grateful to the dwellers in the Sun;
in no other places were there such incessant burning of censers,
presentation of gifts, and sacrifice of victims. Throughout the valley
the people carolled those songs the sweetest and most millennial of
men,--the songs of harvest, peace, and plenty.

I have before said that Tezcuco, the lake, was the especial pride of the
Aztecs. When the sky was clear, and the air tranquil, it was very
beautiful; but when the king, with his court, all in state, set out for
the hunting-grounds on the northern shore, its beauty rose to splendor.
By his invitation great numbers of citizens, in style suited to the
honor, joined their canoes to the flotilla composing the retinue. And
let it not be forgotten that the Aztec loved his canoe as in Christendom
the good knight loves his steed, and decorated it with all he knew of
art; that its prow, rising high above the water, and touched by the
master sculptors, was dressed in garlands and fantastic symbols; that
its light and shapely canopy, elegantly trimmed within, was shaded by
curtains, and surmounted by trailing streamers; and that the slaves,
four, six, and sometimes twelve in number, dipped and drew their
flashing paddles in faultless time, and shone afar brilliant in livery.
So, when the multitude of vessels cleared the city walls, and with music
and songs dashed into the open lake, the very water seemed to dance and
quiver with a sensuous pleasure.

In such style did Montezuma one pleasant morning leave his capital. Calm
was the lake, and so clear that the reflection of the sky above seemed a
bed of blue below. There were music, and shouts, and merry songs, and
from the city the cheers and plaudits of the thousands who, from the
walls and housetops, witnessed the pageant. And his canoe was the soul
of the pomp, and he had with him his favorite minstrel and jester, and
Maxtla; yet there was something on his mind that made him indifferent to
the scene and prospective sport. Some distance out, by his direction,
the slaves so manœuvred that all the flotilla passed him; then he
said to Maxtla, "The will has left me. I will not hunt to-day; yet the
pastime must go on; a recall now were unkingly. Look out for a way to
follow the train, while I return."

The chief arose, and swept the lake with a bright glance. "Yonder is a
chinampa; I can take its master's canoe."

"Do so. Give this ring to the lord Cuitlahua, and tell him to conduct
the hunt."

And soon Maxtla was hurrying to the north with the signet, while the
monarch was speeding more swiftly to the south.

"For Iztapalapan," said the latter to his slaves. "Take me there before
the lords reach the hunting-grounds, and you shall have a feast
to-night."

They bent to the paddles, and rested not until he saw the white houses
of the city, built far into the lake in imitation of the capital.

"Not to the town, but the palace of Guatamozin," he then said. "Speed!
the sun is rising high."

Arrived at the landing, Montezuma set forward alone to the palace. The
path led into a grove of cedar and wild orange-trees, interspersed with
_ceibas_, the true kings of the forests of New Mexico. The air was sweet
with perfume; birds sang to each other from the coverts; the adjacent
cascades played their steady, muffled music; and altogether morning on
the lake was less beautiful than morning in the tzin's garden. In the
multitude of walks he became bewildered; but, as he was pleased by all
he beheld, he walked on without consulting the sun. At length, guided by
the sound of voices, he came to the arena for martial games; and there
he found Hualpa and Io' practising with the bow.

He had been wont to regard Io' as a child, unripe for any but childish
amusements, and hardly to be trusted alone. Absorbed in his business of
governing, he had not observed how increase of years brought the boy
strength, stature, and corresponding tastes. Now he was admonished of
his neglect: the stripling should have been familiarized with bow,
sling, and _maquahuitl_; men ought to have been given him for comrades;
the warrior's school, even the actual field, had been better for him
than the nursery. An idea of ambition also occurred to the monarch. When
he himself was gathered to his fathers, who was to succeed him on the
throne? Cuitlahua, Cacama, the lord of Tlacopan? Why not Io'?

Meanwhile the two diligently pursued their sport. At the moment the king
came upon them, Hualpa was giving some directions as to the mode of
holding the brave weapon. The boy listened eagerly,--a sign that pleased
the observer, for nothing is so easy as to flatter the hope of a dreamy
heart. Observing them further, he saw Io' take the stand, draw the arrow
quite to the head, and strike the target. At the second trial, he
pierced the centre. Hualpa embraced the scholar joyously; and thereupon
the king warmed toward the warrior, and tears blinded his eyes.
Advancing into the arena, the clanging of his golden sandals announced
his presence.

And they knelt and kissed the earth.

"Stand up!" he said, with the smile which gave his countenance a womanly
beauty. And to Hualpa he added, "I thought your palace by Chapultepec
would be more attractive than the practice of arms; more credit should
have been given the habits of a hunter. I was right to make you noble.
But what can you make of Io'?"

"If you will give the time, O king, I can make him of excellent skill."

"And what says the son of Tecalco?"

Io' knelt again, saying, "I have a pardon to ask--"

"A pardon! For wishing to be a warrior?"

"If the king will hear me,--I have heard you say that in your youth you
divided your days between the camp and the temples, learning at the same
time the duties of the priest and the warrior. That I may be able some
day to serve you, O king, I have stolen away from Tenochtitlan--"

Montezuma laid his hand tenderly on the boy's head, and said, "No more.
I know all you would say, and will ask the great Huitzil' to give you
strength and courage. Take my permission to be a warrior. Arise, now,
and give me the bow. It is long since I pulled the cord, and my hand
may have weakened, and my eyes become dim; but I challenge you both! I
have a shield wrought of pearl and gold, unfit for the field, yet
beautiful as a prize of skill. Who plants an arrow nearest yon target's
heart, his the shield shall be."

The challenge was accepted, and after preparation, the monarch dropped
his mantle, and took the stand. He drew the shaft to his ear with a
careless show of skill; and when it quivered in the target about a
palm's breadth below the mark, he said, laughing, "I am at least within
the line of the good bowman. A Tlascalan would not have escaped
scarless."

Io' next took the bow, and was so fortunate as to hit the lower edge of
the heart squarely above the king's bolt.

"Mine is the shield, mine is the shield!" he cried, exultantly. "O that
a minstrel were here! I would have a song,--my first song!"

"Very proud!" said the king, good-humoredly. "Know you, boy, the warrior
counts his captives only when the battle is ended. Here, lord Hualpa,
the boaster should be beaten. Prove your quality. To you there may be
more in this trial than a song or a golden shield."

The hunter took the vacant place; his arrow whistled away, and the
report came back from the target. By a happy accident, if such it were,
the copper point was planted exactly in the middle of the space between
the other two.

More joyous than before arose the cry of Io', "I have beaten a king and
a warrior! Mine is the shield, mine is the shield!"

And the king, listening, said to himself, "I remember my own youth, and
its earliest victory, and how I passed from successes at first the most
trifling. Ah! who but Huitzil', father of all the gods, can tell the
end? Blessed the day when I can set before him the prospect of a throne
instead of a shield!"

The target was brought him, and he measured the distance of each arrow
from the centre; and when he saw how exactly Hualpa's was planted
between the others, his subtile mind detected the purpose and the
generosity.

"The victory is yours, O my son, and so is the shield," he said, slowly
and thoughtfully. "But ah! were it given you to look with eyes like
mine,--with eyes sharpened by age for the discovery of blessings, your
rejoicing would be over a friend found, whose love is proof against
vanity and the hope of reward."

Hualpa understood him, and was proud. What was the prize lost to
Montezuma gained?

"It grows late; my time is sacred," said the king. "Lord Hualpa, stay
and guide me to the palace. And Io', be you my courier to the 'tzin. Go
before, and tell him I am coming."

The boy ran ahead, and as they leisurely followed him, the monarch
relapsed into melancholy. In the shade of a _ceiba_ tree he stopped, and
said, "There is a service you might do me, that lies nearer my heart
than any other."

"The will of the great king is mine," Hualpa replied, with a low
reverence.

"When I am old," pursued Montezuma, "when the things of earth begin to
recede from me, it would be pleasant to have a son worthy to lift the
Empire from my shoulders. While I am going up the steps of the temple, a
seeker of the holy peace that lies in worship and prayer, the government
would not then be a care to disturb me. But I am sensible that no one
could thus relieve me unless he had the strong hand of a warrior, and
was fearless except of the gods. Io' is my only hope. From you he first
caught the desire of greatness, and you can make him great. Take him as
a comrade; love him as a brother; teach him the elements of war,--to
wield spear and _maquahuitl_; to bear shield, to command, and to be
brave and generous. Show him the ways of ambition. Above all,"--as he
spoke he raised his head and hand, and looked the impersonation of his
idea,--"above all, let him know that a king may find his glory as much
in the love of his people as in his power. Am I understood?"

Hualpa did not look up, but said, "Am I worthy? I have the skill of
hand; but have I the learning?"

"To make him learned belongs to the priests. I only asked you to make
him a warrior."

"Does not that belong to the gods?"

"No: he derives nothing from them but the soul. They will not teach him
to launch the arrow."

"Then I accept the charge. Shall he go with me?"

"Always,--even to battle."

O mighty king! was the shadow of the coming fate upon thy spirit then?

FOOTNOTES:

[40] Tezcatlipoca, a god next in rank to the Supreme Being.
Supposed creator of the world.

CHAPTER II.

THE KING AND THE 'TZIN.

The visit was unexpected to Guatamozin, and its object a mystery; but he
thought only of paying the guest meet honor and respect, for he was
still the great king. And so, bareheaded and unarmed, he went forth, and
meeting him in the garden, knelt, and saluted him after the manner of
the court.

"I am glad to say the word of welcome to my father's brother. Know, O
king, that my house, my garden, and all you behold are yours."

Hualpa left them; then Montezuma replied, the sadness of his voice
softening the austerity of his manner,--

"I have loved you well, Guatamozin. Very good it was to mark you come up
from boyhood, and day by day grow in strength and thought. I never knew
one so rich in promise. Ours is a proud race, and you seemed to have all
its genius. From the beginning you were thoughtful and provident; in the
field there was always a victory for you, and in council your words were
the soul of policy. O, ill was the day evil came between us, and
suspicion shattered the love I bore you! Arise! I have not crossed the
lake for explanations; there is that to speak of more important to us
both."

The 'tzin arose, and looked into the monarch's face, his own suffused
with grief.

"Is not a king punished for the wrong he does?"

Montezuma's brows lowered, chilling the fixed look which was his only
answer; and the 'tzin spoke on.

"I cannot accuse you directly; but this I will say, O king: a just man,
and a brave, never condemns another upon suspicion."

The monarch's eyes blazed with sudden fire, and from his _maxtlatl_ he
drew a knife. The 'tzin moved not; the armed hand stopped; an instant
each met the other's gaze, then the weapon was flung away.

"I am a child," said the king, vexed and ashamed. "When I came here I
did not think of the past, I thought only of the Empire; but trouble has
devoured my strength of purpose, until my power mocks me, and, most
miserable of men, I yearn to fly from myself, without knowing where to
find relief. A vague impulse--whence derived, except from intolerable
suffering of mind, I know not--brought me to you. O 'tzin, silent be the
differences that separate us. Yours I know to be a tongue of undefiled
truth; and if not for me now, for our country, and the renown of our
fathers, I believe you will speak."

The shame, the grief, and the self-accusation moved the 'tzin more than
the deadly menace.

"Set my feet, O king! set my feet in the way to serve or save my
country, and I will tread it, though every step be sown with the terrors
of Mictlan."

"I did not misjudge you, my son," the king said, when he had again
perfectly mastered his feelings.

And Guatamozin, yet more softened, would have given him all the old
love, but that Tula, contracted to the Tezcucan, rose to memory.
Checking the impulse, he regarded the unhappy monarch sorrowfully.

And the latter, glancing up at the sun, said,--

"It is getting late. I left the train going to the hunting-grounds. By
noon they will return, and I wish to be at the city before them. My
canoe lies at the landing; walk there with me, and on the way I will
speak of the purpose of my visit."

Their steps as they went were slow, and their faces downcast and solemn.
The king was first to speak.

"As the time requires, I have held many councils, and taken the voice of
priest, warrior, and merchant; and they agree in nothing but their
confusion and fear."

"The king forgets,--I have been barred his councils, and know not what
they considered."

"True, true; yet there is but one topic in all Anahuac,--in the Empire.
Of that, the _tamanes_ talk gravely as their masters; only one class
asks, 'Who are the white men making all this trouble?' while the other
argues, 'They are here; they are gods. What are we to do?'"

"And what say the councils, O king?"

"It could not be that all would speak as one man. Of different castes,
they are differently moved. The pabas believe the Sun has sent us some
godly warriors, whom nothing earthly can subdue. They advise patience,
friendship, and peace. 'The eye of Huitzil' is on them, numbering their
marches. In the shade of the great temple he awaits, and there he will
consume them with a breath,'--so say the pabas. The warriors are dumb,
or else borrow and reassert the opinions of the holy men. 'Give them
gold, if they will depart; if not that, give them peace, and leave the
issue to the gods,'--so they say. Cuitlahua says war; so does Cacama.
The merchants and the people have no opinion,--nothing but fear. For
myself, yesterday I was for war, to-day I am for peace. So far I have
chosen to act upon the advice of the pabas. I have sent the strangers
many presents and friendly messages, and kept ambassadors in their camp;
but while preserving such relations, I have continually forbade their
coming to Tenochtitlan. They seem bolder than men. Who but they would
have undertaken the march from Cempoalla? What tribes or people could
have conquered Tlascala, as they have? You have heard of their battles.
Did they not in a day what we have failed to do in a hundred years? With
Tlascala for ally, they have set my word at naught, and, whether they be
of the sun or the earth, they are now marching upon Cholula, most sacred
city of the gods. And from Cholula there is but one more march. Already
from the mountains they have looked wistfully down on our valley of
gardens, upon Tenochtitlan. O 'tzin, 'tzin, can we forget the prophecy?"

"Shall I say what I think? Will the king hear me?" asked Guatamozin.

"For that I came. Speak!"

"I obey gladly. The opportunity is dearer to me than any honor. And,
speaking, I will remember of what race I am."

"Speak as if you were king."

"Then--I condemn your policy."

The monarch's face remained placid. If the bluff words wounded him, he
dissembled consummately.

"It was not well to go so often to the temple," Guatamozin continued.
"Huitzil' is not there; the pabas have only his name, his image and
altar; your breast is his true temple; there ought you to find him.
Yesterday, you say, you were for war; the god was with you then: to-day
you are for peace; the god has abandoned you. I know not in what words
the lords Cuitlahua and Cacama urged their counsel, nor on what grounds.
By the Sun! theirs is the only policy that comports with the fame of a
ruler of Aztecs. Why speak of any other? For me, I would seek the
strangers in battle and die, sooner than a minstrel should sing, or
tradition tell, how Guatamozin, overcome by fear, dwelt in their camp
praying peace as the beggar prays for bread."

Literally, Guatamozin was speaking like a king.

"I have heard your pearl-divers say," he continued, "that they never
venture into a strange sea without dread. Like the new sea to them, this
subject has been to your people; but however the declaration may strike
your ears, O king, I have sounded all its depths. While your priests
were asking questions of speechless hearts; while your lords were
nursing their love of ease in the shade and perfume of your palace;
while your warriors, forgetful of their glory, indulged the fancy that
the new enemy were gods; while Montezuma was watching stars, and
studying omens, and listening to oracles which the gods know not, hoping
for wisdom to be found nowhere as certainly as in his own royal
instincts,--face to face with the strangers, in their very camp, I
studied them, their customs, language, and nature. Take heart, O king!
Gods, indeed! Why, like men, I have seen them hunger and thirst; like
men, heard them complain; on the other hand, like men, I have seen them
feed and drink to surfeit, and heard them sing from gladness. What means
their love of gold? If they come from the Sun, where the dwellings of
the gods, and the hills they are built on, are all of gold, why should
they be seeking it here? Nor is that all. I listened to the interpreter,
through whom their leader explained his religion, and they are
worshippers, like us, only they adore a woman, instead of a great,
heroic god--"

"A woman!" exclaimed the king.

"Nay, the argument is that they worship at all. Gods do not adore each
other!"

They had now walked some distance, and so absorbed had Montezuma been
that he had not observed the direction they were pursuing. Emerging
suddenly from a cypress-grove, he was surprised to find the path
terminate in a small lake, which, at any other time, would have excited
his admiration. Tall trees, draped to their topmost boughs in luxuriant
vines, encircled the little expanse of water, and in its midst there was
an island, crowned with a kiosk or summer-house, and covered with orange
shrubs and tapering palms.

"Bear with me, O king," said Guatamozin, observing his wonder. "I
brought you here that you may be absolutely convinced of the nature of
our enemies. On that island I have an argument stronger than the
vagaries of pabas or the fancies of warriors,--a visible argument."

He stepped into a canoe lying at the foot of the path, and, with a sweep
of the paddle, drove across to the island. Remaining there, he pushed
the vessel back.

"Come over, O king, come over, and see."

Montezuma followed boldly, and was led to the kiosk. The retreat was not
one of frequent resort. Several times they were stopped by vines grown
across the path. Inside the house, the visitor had no leisure for
observation; he was at once arrested by an object that filled him with
horror. On a table was a human head. Squarely severed from the body, it
stood upright on the base of the neck, looking, with its ghastly, white
face, directly toward the entrance. The features were swollen and
ferocious; the black brows locked in a frown, with which, as was plainly
to be seen, nature had as much to do as death; the hair was short, and
on the crown almost worn away; heavy, matted beard covered the cheeks
and chin; finally, other means of identification being wanted, the
coarse, upturned mustache would have betrayed the Spaniard. Montezuma
surveyed the head for some time; at length, mastering his deep loathing,
he advanced to the table.

"A _teule_!" he said, in a low voice.

"A man,--only a man!" exclaimed Guatamozin, so sternly that the monarch
shrank as if the blue lips of the dead had spoken to him. "Ask yourself,
O king, Do the gods die?"

Montezuma smiled, either at his own alarm or at the ghastly argument.

"Whence came the trophy?" he asked.

"Have you not heard of the battle of Nauhtlan?"

"Surely; but tell it again."

"When the strangers marched to Tlascala," the 'tzin began, "their chief
left a garrison behind him in the town he founded. I was then on the
coast. To convince the people, and particularly the army, that they were
men, I determined to attack them. An opportunity soon occurred. Your
tax-gatherers happening to visit Nauhtlan, the township revolted, and
claimed protection of the garrison, who marched to their relief. At my
instance, the caciques drew their bands together, and we set upon the
enemy. The Totonaques fled at our first war-cry; but the strangers
welcomed us with a new kind of war. They were few in number, but the
thunder seemed theirs, and they hailed great stones upon us, and after a
while came against us upon their fierce animals. When my warriors saw
them come leaping on, they fled. All was lost. I had but one thought
more,--a captive taken might save the Empire. I ran where the strangers
clove their bloody way. This"--and he pointed to the head--"was the
chief, and I met him in the rout, raging like a tiger in a herd of deer.
He was bold and strong, and, shouting his battle-cry, he rushed upon me.
His spear went through my shield. I wrenched it from him, and slew the
beast; then I dragged him away, intending to bring him alive to
Tenochtitlan; but he slew himself. So look again! What likeness is there
in that to a god? O king, I ask you, did ever its sightless eyes see the
glories of the Sun, or its rotting lips sing a song in heaven? Is
Huitzil' or Tezca' made of such stuff?"

The monarch, turning away, laid his hand familiarly on the 'tzin's arm,
and said,--

"Come, I am content. Let us go."

And they started for the landing.

"The strangers, as I have said, my son, are marching to Cholula. And
Malinche--so their chief is called--now says he is coming to
Tenochtitlan."

"To Tenochtitlan! In its honored name, in the name of its kings and
gods, I protest against his coming!"

"Too late, too late!" replied Montezuma, his face working as though a
pang were at his heart. "I have invited him to come."

"Alas, alas!" cried Guatamozin, solemnly. "The day he enters the capital
will be the commencement of the woe, if it has not already commenced.
The many victories will have been in vain. The provinces will drop away,
like threaded pearls when the string is broken. O king, better had you
buried your crown,--better for your people, better for your own glory!"

"Your words are bitter," said the monarch, gloomily.

"I speak from the fulness of a heart darkened by a vision of Anahuac
blasted, and her glory gone," returned the 'tzin. Then in a lament,
vivid with poetic coloring, he set forth a picture of the national
ruin,--the armies overthrown, the city wasted, the old religion
supplanted by a new. At the shore where the canoe was waiting, Montezuma
stopped, and said,--

"You have spoken boldly, and I have listened patiently. One thing more:
What does Guatamozin say the king should do?"

"It is not enough for the servant to know his own place; he should know
his master's also. I say not what the king should do, but I will say
what I would do if I were king."

Rising from the obeisance with which he accompanied the words, he said,
boldly,--

"Cholula should be the grave of the invaders. The whole population
should strike them in the narrow streets where they can be best
assailed. Shut up in some square or temple, hunger will fight them for
us, and win. But I would not trust the citizens alone. In sight of the
temples, so close that a conch could summon them to the attack, I would
encamp a hundred thousand warriors. Better the desolation of Cholula
than Tenochtitlan. If all things else failed, I would take to the last
resort; I would call in the waters of Tezcuco and drown the city to the
highest _azoteas_. So would I, O king, if the crown and signet were
mine."

Montezuma looked from the speaker to the lake.

"The project is bold," he said, musingly; "but if it failed, my son?"

"The failure should be but the beginning of the war."

"What would the nations say?"

"They would say, 'Montezuma is still the great king.' If they do not
that--"

"What then?"

"Call on the _teotuctli_. The gods can be made speak whatever your
policy demands."

"Does my son blaspheme?" said Montezuma, angrily.

"Nay, I but spoke of what has happened. Long rule the good god of our
fathers!"

Yet the monarch was not satisfied. Never before had discourse been
addressed to him in strain so bold.

"They see all things, even our hearts," he said, turning coldly away.
"Farewell. A courier will come for you when your presence is wanted in
the city."

And so they separated, conscious that no healing had been brought to
their broken friendship. As the canoe moved off, the 'tzin knelt, but
the king looked not that way again.

CHAPTER III.

LOVE ON THE LAKE.

"What can they mean? Here have they been loitering since morning, as if
the lake, like the _tianguez_, were a place for idlers. As I love the
gods, if I knew them, they should be punished!"

So the farmer of the _chinampa_ heretofore described as the property of
the princess Tula gave expression to his wrath; after which he returned
to his employment; that is, he went crawling among the shrubs and
flowers, pruning-knife in hand, here clipping a limb, there loosening
the loam. Emerging from the thicket after a protracted stay, his ire was
again aroused.

"Still there! Thieves maybe, watching a chance to steal. But we shall
see. My work is done, and I will not take eyes off of them again."

The good man's alarm was occasioned by the occupants of a canoe, which,
since sunrise, had been plying about the garden, never stationary,
seldom more than three hundred yards away, yet always keeping on the
side next the city. Once in a while the slaves withdrew their paddles,
leaving the vessel to the breeze; at such times it drifted so near that
swells, something like those of the sea when settling into calm, tumbled
the surface; far to the south, however, he discerned the canoe, looking
no larger than a blue-winged gull.

"It is coming; I see the prow this way. Is the vase ready?"

"The vase! You forget; there are two of them."

Hualpa looked down confused.

"Does the 'tzin intend them both for Tula?"

Hualpa was the more embarrassed.

"Flowers have a meaning; sometimes they tell tales. Let me see if I
cannot read what the 'tzin would say to Tula."

And Io' went forward and brought the vases, and, placing them before
him, began to study each flower.

"Io'," said Hualpa, in a low voice, "but one of the vases is the
'tzin's."

"And the other?" asked the prince, looking up.

Hualpa's face flushed deeper.

"The other is mine. Have you not two sisters?"

Io's eyes dilated; a moment he was serious, then he burst out laughing.

"I have you now! Nenetzin,--she, too, has a lover."

The hunter never found himself so at loss; he played with the loops of
his _escaupil_, and refused to take his eyes off the coming canoe.
Through his veins the blood ran merrily; in his brain it intoxicated,
like wine.

"And pleasanter yet to be made noble and master of a palace over by
Chapultepec," Io' answered. "But see! Yonder is a canoe."

"From the city?"

"It is too far off; wait awhile."

But Hualpa, impatient, leaned over the side, and looked for himself. At
the time they were up in the northern part of the lake, at least a
league from the capital. Long, regular he could see the _voyageurs_
reclining in the shade of the blue canopy, wrapped in _escaupils_ such
as none but lords or distinguished merchants were permitted to wear.

The leisurely _voyageurs_, on their part, appeared to have a perfect
understanding of the light in which they were viewed from the
_chinampa_.

"There he is again! See!" said one of them.

The other lifted the curtain, and looked, and laughed.

"Ah! if we could send an arrow there, just near enough to whistle
through the orange-trees. Tula would never hear the end of the story. He
would tell her how two thieves came to plunder him; how they shot at
him; how narrowly he escaped--"

"And how valiantly he defended the garden. By Our Mother, Io', I have a
mind to try him!"

Hualpa half rose to measure the distance, but fell back at once. "No.
Better that we get into no difficulty. We are messengers, and have these
flowers to deliver. Besides, the judge is not to my liking."

"Tula is merciful, and would forgive you for the 'tzin's sake."

"I meant the judge of the court," Hualpa said, soberly. "You never saw
him lift the golden arrow, as if to draw it across your portrait. It is
pleasanter sitting here, in the shade, rocked by the water."

"I have heard how love makes women of warriors; now I will see,--I will
see how brave you are."

"Ho, slaves! Put the canoe about; yonder are those whom I would meet,"
Hualpa shouted.

The vessel was headed to the south. A long distance had to be passed,
and in the time the ambassador recovered himself. Lying down again, and
twanging the chord of his bow, he endeavored to compose a speech to
accompany the delivery of the vase to Tula. But his thoughts would
return to his own love; the laugh with which Io' received his
explanation flattered him; and, true to the logic of the passion, he
already saw the vase accepted, and himself the favored of Nenetzin. From
that point the world of dreams was but a step distant; he took the step,
but was brought back by Io'.

"They recognize us; Nenetzin waves her scarf!"

The approaching vessel was elegant as the art of the Aztecan shipmaster
could make it. The prow was sculptured into the head and slender, curved
neck of a swan. The passengers, fair as ever journeyed on sea wave, sat
under a canopy of royal green, above which floated a _panache_ of long,
trailing feathers, colored like the canopy. Like a creature of the
water, so lightly, so gracefully, the boat drew nigh the messengers.
When alongside, Io' sprang aboard, and, with boyish ardor, embraced his
sisters.

"What has kept you so?"

"We stayed to see twenty thousand warriors cross the causeway," replied
Nenetzin.

"Where can they be going?"

"To Cholula."

The news excited the boy; turning to speak to Hualpa, he was reminded of
his duty.

"Here is a messenger from Guatamozin,--the lord Hualpa, who slew the
tiger in the garden."

The heart of the young warrior beat violently; he touched the floor of
the canoe with his palm.

And Tula spoke. "We have heard the minstrels sing the story. Arise, lord
Hualpa."

"The words of the noble Tula are pleasanter than any song. Will she hear
the message I bring?"

She looked at Io' and Nenetzin, and assented.

"Guatamozin salutes the noble Tula. He hopes the blessings of the gods
are about her. He bade me say, that four mornings ago the king visited
him at his palace, but talked of nothing but the strangers; so that the
contract with Iztlil', the Tezcucan, still holds good. Further, the king
asked his counsel as to what should be done with the strangers. He
advised war, whereupon the king became angry, and departed, saying that
a courier would come for the 'tzin when his presence was wanted in the
city; so the banishment also holds good. And so, finally, there is no
more hope from interviews with the king. All that remains is to leave
the cause to time and the gods."

A moment her calm face was troubled; but she recovered, and said, with
simple dignity,--

"I thank you. Is the 'tzin well and patient?"

"He is a warrior, noble Tula, and foemen are marching through the
provinces, like welcome guests; he thinks of them, and curses the peace
as a season fruitful of dishonor."

Nenetzin, who had been quietly listening, was aroused.

"Has he heard the news? Does he not know a battle is to be fought in
Cholula?"

"Such tidings will be medicine to his spirit."

"A battle!" cried Io'. "Tell me about it, Nenetzin."

"I, too, will listen," said Hualpa; "for the gods have given me a love
of words spoken with a voice sweeter than the flutes of Tezca'."

The girl laughed aloud, and was well pleased, although she answered,--

"My father gave me a bracelet this morning, but he did not carry his
love so far as to tell me his purposes; and I am not yet a warrior to
talk to warriors about battles. The lord Maxtla, even Tula here, can
better tell you of such things."

"Of what?" asked Tula.

"Io' and his friend wish to know all about the war."

The elder princess mused a moment, and then said gravely, "You may tell
the 'tzin, as from me, lord Hualpa, that twenty thousand warriors this
morning marched for Cholula; that the citizens there have been armed;
and to-morrow, the gods willing, Malinche will be attacked. The king at
one time thought of conducting the expedition himself; but, by
persuasion of the paba, Mualox, he has given the command to the lord
Cuitlahua."

Io' clapped his hands. "The gods are kind; let us rejoice, O Hualpa!
What marching of armies there will be! What battles! Hasten, and let us
to Cholula; we can be there before the night sets in."

"What!" said Nenetzin. "Would you fight, Io'? No, no; come home with us,
and I will put my parrot in a tree, and you may shoot at him all day."

The boy went to his own canoe, and, returning, held up a shield of pearl
and gold. "See! With a bow I beat our father and the lord Hualpa, and
this was the prize."

"That a shield!" Nenetzin said. "A toy,--a mere brooch to a Tlascalan, I
have a tortoise-shell that will serve you better."

The boy frowned, and a rejoinder was on his lips when Tula spoke.

"The flowers in your vases are very beautiful, lord Hualpa. What altar
is to receive the tribute?"

Nenetzin's badinage had charmed the ambassador into forgetfulness of his
embassy; so he answered confusedly, "The noble Tula reminds me of my
duty. Before now, standing upon the hills of Tihuanco, watching the
morning brightening in the east, I have forgotten myself. I pray
pardon--"

Tula glanced archly at Nenetzin. "The morning looks pleasant; doubtless,
its worshipper will be forgiven."

And then he knew the woman's sharp eyes had seen into his inner heart,
and that the audacious dream he there cherished was exposed; yet his
confusion gave place to delight, for the discovery had been published
with a smile. Thereupon, he set one of the vases at her feet, and
touched the floor with his palm, and said,--

"I was charged by Guatamozin to salute you again, and say that these
flowers would tell you all his hopes and wishes."

As she raised the gift, her hand trembled; then he discovered how
precious a simple Cholulan vase could become; and with that his real
task was before him. Taking the other vase, he knelt before Nenetzin.

"I have but little skill in courtierly ways," he said. "In flowers I see
nothing but their beauty; and what I would have these say is, that if
Nenetzin, the beautiful Nenetzin, will accept them, she will make me
very happy."

The girl looked at Tula, then at him; then she raised the vase, and,
laughing, hid her face in the flowers.

But little more was said; and soon the lashings were cast off, and the
vessels separated.

On the return Hualpa stopped at Tenochtitlan, and in the shade of the
portico, over a cup of the new beverage, now all the fashion, received
from Xoli the particulars of the contemplated attack upon the strangers
in Cholula; for, with his usual diligence in the fields of gossip, the
broker had early informed himself of all that was to be heard of the
affair. And that night, while Io' dreamed of war, and the hunter of
love, the 'tzin paced his study or wandered through his gardens,
feverishly solicitous about the result of the expedition.

"If it fail," he repeated over and over,--"if it fail, Malinche will
enter Tenochtitlan as a god!"

CHAPTER IV.

THE KING DEMANDS A SIGN OF MUALOX.

Next morning Mualox ascended the tower of his old Cû. The hour was so
early that the stars were still shining in the east. He fed the fire in
the great urn until it burst into cheery flame; then, spreading his
mantle on the roof, he laid down to woo back the slumber from which he
had been taken. By and by, a man, armed with a javelin, and clad in
cotton mail, came up the steps, and spoke to the paba.

"Does the servant of his god sleep this morning?"

Mualox arose, and kissed the pavement.

"Montezuma is welcome. The blessing of the gods upon him!"

"Of all the gods, Mualox?"

"Of all,--even Quetzal's, O king!"

"Arise! Last night I bade you wait me here. I said I would come with the
morning star; yonder it is, and I am faithful. The time is fittest for
my business."

Mualox arose, and stood before the monarch with bowed head and crossed
hands.

"Montezuma knows his servant."

"Yet I seek to know him better. Mualox, Mualox, have you room for a
perfect love aside from Quetzal'? What would you do for me?"

"Ask me rather what I would not do."

"Hear me, then. Lately you have been a counsellor in my palace; with my
policy and purposes you are acquainted; you knew of the march to
Cholula, and the order to attack the strangers; you were present when
they were resolved--"

"And opposed them. Witness for me to Quetzal', O king!"

"Yes, you prophesied evil and failure from them, and for that I seek you
now. Tell me, O Mualox, spake you then as a prophet?"

The paba ventured to look up and study the face of the questioner as
well as he could in the flickering light.

"I know the vulgar have called me a magician," he said, slowly; "and
sometimes they have spoken of my commerce with the stars. To say that
either report is true, were wrong to the gods. Regardful of them, I
cannot answer you; but I can say--and its sufficiency depends on your
wisdom--your slave, O king, is warned of your intention. You come asking
a sign; you would have me prove my power, that it may be seen."

"By the Sun--"

"Nay,--if my master will permit,--another word."

"I came to hear you; say on."

"You spoke of me as a councillor in the palace. How may we measure the
value of honors? By the intent with which they are given? O king, had
you not thought the poor paba would use his power for the betrayal of
his god; had you not thought he could stand between you and the wrath--"

"No more, Mualox, no more!" said Montezuma. "I confess I asked you to
the palace that you might befriend me. Was I wrong to count on your
loyalty? Are you not of Anahuac? And further; I confess I come now
seeking a sign. I command you to show me the future!"

"If you do indeed believe me the beloved of Quetzal' and his prophet,
then are you bold,--even for a king."

"Until I wrong the gods, why should I fear? I, too, am a priest."

"Be wise, O my master! Let the future alone; it is sown with sorrows to
all you love."

"Have done, paba!" the king exclaimed, angrily. "I am weary,--by the
Sun! I am weary of such words."

The holy man bowed reverently, and touched the floor with his palm,
saying,--

"Mualox lays his heart at his master's feet. In the time when his beard
was black and his spirit young, he began the singing of two songs,--one
of worship to Quetzal', the other of love for Montezuma."

These words he said tremulously; and there was that in the manner, in
the bent form, in the low obeisance, which soothed the impatience of the
king, so that he turned away, and looked out over the city. And day
began to gild the east; in a short time the sun would claim his own.
Still the monarch thought, still Mualox stood humbly waiting his
pleasure. At length the former approached the fire.

"Mualox," he said, speaking slowly, "I crossed the lake the other day,
and talked with Guatamozin about the strangers. He satisfied me they are
not _teules_, and, more, he urged me to attack them in Cholula."

"The 'tzin!" exclaimed Mualox, in strong surprise.

Montezuma knew the love of the paba for the young cacique rested upon
his supposed love of Quetzal'; so he continued,--

"The attack was planned by him; only he would have sent a hundred
thousand warriors to help the citizens. The order is out; the companies
are there; blood will run in the streets of the holy city to-day. The
battle waits on the sun, and it is nearly up. Mualox,"--his manner
became solemn,--"Mualox, on this day's work bides my peace. The morning
comes: by all your prophet's power, tell me what the night will bring!"

Sorely was the paba troubled. The king's faith in his qualities as
prophet he saw was absolute, and that it was too late to deny the
character.

"Does Montezuma believe the Sun would tell me what it withholds from its
child?"

"Quetzal', not the Sun, will speak to you."

"But Quetzal' is your enemy."

Montezuma laid his hand on the paba's. "I have heard you speak of love
for me; prove it now, and your reward shall be princely. I will give you
a palace, and many slaves, and riches beyond count."

Mualox bent his head, and was silent. Enjoyment of a palace meant
abandonment of the old Cû and sacred service. Just then the wail of a
watcher from a distant temple swept faintly by; he heard the cry, and
from his surplice drew a trumpet, and through it sung with a swelling
voice,--

"Morning is come! Morning is come! To the temples, O worshippers!
Morning is come!"

And the warning hymn, the same that had been heard from the old tower
for so many ages, heard heralding suns while the city was founding,
given now, amid the singer's sore perplexity, was an assurance to his
listening deity that he was faithful against kingly blandishments as
well as kingly neglect. While the words were being repeated from the
many temples, he stood attentive to them, then he turned, and said,--

"Montezuma is generous to his slave; but ambition is a goodly tree gone
to dust in my heart; and if it were not, O king, what are all your
treasures to that in the golden chamber? Nay, keep your offerings, and
let me keep the temple. I hunger after no riches except such as lie in
the love of Quetzal'."

"Then tell me," said the monarch, impatiently,--"without price, tell me
his will."

"I cannot, I am but a man; but this much I can--" He faltered; the hands
crossed upon his breast closed tightly, and the breast labored
painfully.

"I am waiting. Speak! What can you?"

"Will the king trust his servant, and go with him down into the Cû
again?"

"To talk with the Morning, this is the place," said the monarch, too
well remembering the former introduction to the mysteries of the ancient
house.

"My master mistakes me for a juggling soothsayer; he thinks I will look
into the halls of the Sun through burning drugs, and the magic of
unmeaning words. I have nothing to do with the Morning; I have no
incantations. I am but the dutiful slave of Quetzal', the god, and
Montezuma, the king."

The royal listener looked away again, debating with his fears, which, it
is but just to say, were not of harm from the paba. Men unfamiliar with
the custom do not think lightly of encountering things unnatural; in
this instance, moreover, favor was not to be hoped from the god through
whom the forbidden knowledge was to come. But curiosity and an
uncontrollable interest in the result of the affair in Cholula overcame
his apprehensions.

"I will go with you. I am ready," he said.

The old man stooped, and touched the roof, and, rising, said, "I have a
little world of my own, O king; and though without sun and stars, and
the grand harmony which only the gods can give, it has its wonders and
beauty, and is to me a place of perpetual delight. Bide my return a
little while. I will go and prepare the way for you."

Resuming his mantle, he departed, leaving the king to study the new-born
day. When he came back, the valley and the sky were full of the glory of
the sun full risen. And they descended to the _azoteas_, thence to the
court-yard. Taking a lamp hanging in a passage-door, the holy man, with
the utmost reverence, conducted his guest into the labyrinth. At first,
the latter tried to recollect the course taken, the halls and stairs
passed, and the stories descended; but the thread was too often broken,
the light too dim, the way too intricate. Soon he yielded himself
entirely to his guide, and followed, wondering much at the massiveness
of the building, and the courage necessary to live there alone. Ignorant
of the zeal which had become the motive of the paba's life, inspiring
him with incredible cunning and industry, and equally without a
conception of the power there is in one idea long awake in the soul and
nursed into mania, it was not singular that, as they went, the monarch
should turn the very walls into witnesses corroborant of the traditions
of the temple and the weird claims of its keeper.

Passing the kitchen, and descending the last flight of steps, they came
to the trap-door in the passage, beside which lay the ladder of ropes.

"Be of courage a little longer, O king," said Mualox, flinging the
ladder through the doorway. "We are almost there."

And the paba, leaving the lamp above, committed himself confidently to
the ropes and darkness below. A suspicion of his madness occurred to the
king, whose situation called for consideration; in fact, he hesitated to
follow farther; twice he was called to; and when, finally, he did go
down, the secret of his courage was an idea that they were about to
emerge from the dusty caverns into the freer air of day; for, while yet
in the passage, he heard the whistle of a bird, and fancied he detected
a fragrance as of flowers.

"Your hand now, O king, and Mualox will lead you into his world."

The motives that constrained the holy man to this step are not easily
divined. Of all the mysteries of the house, that hall was by him the
most cherished; and of all men the king was the last whom he would have
voluntarily chosen as a participant in its secrets, since he alone had
power to break them up. The necessity must have been very great;
possibly he felt his influence and peculiar character dependent upon
yielding to the pressure; the moment the step was resolved upon,
however, nothing remained but to use the mysteries for the protection of
the abode; and with that purpose he went to prepare the way.

Much study would most of us have required to know what was essential to
the purpose; not so the paba. He merely trimmed the lamps already
lighted, and lighted and disposed others. His plan was to overwhelm the
visitor by the first glance; without warning, without time to study
details, to flash upon him a crowd of impossibilities. In the mass, the
generality, the whole together, a god's hand was to be made apparent to
a superstitious fancy.

CHAPTER V.

THE MASSACRE IN CHOLULA.

Inside the hall, scarcely a step from the curtain, the monarch stopped
bewildered; half amazed, half alarmed, he surveyed the chamber, now
glowing as with day. Flowers blooming, birds singing, shrubbery, thick
and green as in his own garden. Whence came they? how were they
nurtured down so far? And the countless subjects painted on the ceiling
and walls, and woven in colors on the tapestry,--surely they were the
work of the same master who had wrought so marvellously in the golden
chamber. The extent of the hall, exaggerated by the light, impressed
him. Filled with the presence of what seemed impossibilities, he cried
out,--

"The abode of Quetzal'!"

"No," answered Mualox, "not his abode, only his temple,--the temple of
his own building."

And from that time it was with the king as if the god were actually
present.

The paba read the effect in the monarch's manner,--in his attitude, in
the softness of his tread, in the cloudy, saddened expression of his
countenance, in the whisper with which he spoke; he read it, and was
assured.

"This way, O king! Though your servant cannot let you see into the Sun,
or give you the sign required, follow him, and he will bring you to hear
of events in Cholula even as they transpire. Remember, however, he says
now that the Cholulans and the twenty thousand warriors will fail, and
the night bring you but sorrow and repentance."

Along the aisles he conducted him, until they came to the fountain,
where the monarch stopped again. The light there was brighter than in
the rest of the hall. A number of birds flew up, scared by the stranger;
in the space around the marble basin stood vases crowned with flowers;
the floor was strewn with wreaths and garlands; the water sparkled with
silvery lustre; yet all were lost on the wondering guest, who saw only
Tecetl,--a vision, once seen, to be looked at again and again.

Upon a couch, a little apart from the fountain, she sat, leaning against
a pile of cushions, which was covered by a mantle of _plumaje_. Her
garments were white, and wholly without ornament; her hair strayed
lightly from a wreath upon her head; the childish hands lay clasped in
her lap; upon the soft mattress rested the delicate limbs, covered, but
not concealed, the soles of the small feet tinted with warmth and life,
like the pink and rose lining of certain shells. So fragile, innocent,
and beautiful looked she, and so hushed and motionless withal,--so like
a spirituality,--that the monarch's quick sensation of sympathy shot
through his heart an absolute pain.

"Disturb her not; let her sleep," he whispered, waving his hand.

Mualox smiled.

"Nay, the full battle-cry of your armies would not waken her."

The influence of the Will was upon her, stronger than slumber. Not yet
was she to see a human being other than the paba,--not even the great
king. A little longer was she to be happy in ignorance of the actual
world. Ah, many, many are the victims of affection unwise in its very
fulness!

Again and again the monarch scanned the girl's face, charmed, yet awed.
The paba had said the sleep was wakeless; and that was a mystery
unreported by tradition, unknown to his philosophy, and rarer, if not
greater, than death. If life at all, what kind was it? The longer he
looked and reflected, the lovelier she grew. So completely was his
credulity gained that he thought not once of questioning Mualox about
her; he was content with believing.

The paba, meantime, had been holding one of her hands, and gazing
intently in her face. When he looked up, the monarch was startled by his
appearance; his air was imposing, his eyes lighted with the mesmeric
force.

"Sit, O king, and give ear. Through the lips of his child, Quetzal'
will speak, and tell you of the day in Cholula."

He spoke imperiously, and the monarch obeyed. Then, disturbed only by
the chiming of the fountain, and sometimes by the whistling of the
birds, Tecetl began, and softly, brokenly, unconsciously told of the
massacre in the holy city of Cholula. Not a question was asked her.
There was little prompting aloud. Much did the king marvel, never once
doubted he.

"The sky is very clear," said Tecetl. "I rise into the air; I leave the
city in the lake, and the lake itself; now the mountains are below me.
Lo, another city! I descend again; the _azoteas_ of a temple receives
me; around are great houses. Who are these I see? There, in front of the
temple, they stand, in lines; even in the shade their garments glisten.
They have shields; some bear long lances, some sit on strange animals
that have eyes of fire and ring the pavement with their stamping."

"Does the king understand?" asked Mualox.

"She describes the strangers," was the reply.

And Tecetl resumed. "There is one standing in the midst of a throng; he
speaks, they listen. I cannot repeat his words, or understand them, for
they are not like ours. Now I see his face, and it is white; his eyes
are black, and his cheeks bearded; he is angry; he points to the city
around the temple, and his voice grows harsh, and his face dark."

The king approached a step, and whispered, "Malinche!"

But Mualox replied with flashing eyes, "The servant knows his god; it is
Quetzal'!"

"He speaks, I listen," Tecetl continued, after a rest, and thenceforth
her sentences were given at longer intervals. "Now he is through; he
waves his hand, and the listeners retire, and go to different quarters;
in places they kindle fires; the gates are open, and some station
themselves there."

"Named she where this is happening?" asked Montezuma.

"She describes the strangers; and are they not in Cholula, O king? She
also spoke of the _azoteas_ of a temple--"

"True, true," replied the king, moodily. "The preparations must be going
on in the square of the temple in which Malinche was lodged last night."

Tecetl continued. "And now I look down the street; a crowd approaches
from the city--"

"Speak of them," said Mualox. "I would know who they are."

"Most of them wear long beards and robes, like yours, father,--robes
white and reaching to their feet; in front a few come, swinging
censers--"

"They are pabas from the temples," said Mualox.

"Behind them I see a greater crowd," she continued. "How stately their
step! how beautiful their plumes!"

"The twenty thousand! the army!" said Mualox.

"No, she speaks of them as plumed. They must be lords and caciques going
to the temple." While speaking, the monarch's eyes wandered restlessly,
and he sighed, saying, "Where can the companies be? It is time they were
in the city."

So his anxiety betrayed itself.

Then Mualox said, grimly, "Hope not, O king. The priests and caciques go
to death; the army would but swell the flow of blood."

Montezuma clapped his hands, and drooped his head.

"Yet more," said Tecetl, almost immediately; "another crowd comes on, a
band reaching far down the street; they are naked, and come without
order, bringing--"

"The _tamanes_," said Mualox, without looking from her face.

"And now," she said, "the city begins to stir. I look, and on the
house-tops and temples hosts collect; from all the towers the smoke goes
up in bluer columns: yet all is still. Those who carry the censers come
near the gate below me; now they are within it; the plumed train follows
them, and the square begins to fill. Back by the great door, on one of
the animals, the god--"

"Quetzal'," muttered Mualox.

"A company, glistening, surrounds him; his face seems whiter than
before, his eyes darker; a shield is on his arm, white plumes toss above
his head. The censer-bearers cross the square, and the air thickens with
a sweet perfume. Now he speaks to them; his voice is harsh and high;
they are frightened; some kneel, and begin to pray as to a god; others
turn and start quickly for the gate."

"Take heed, take heed, O king!" said Mualox, his eyes aflame.

And Montezuma answered, trembling with fear and rage, "Has Anahuac no
gods to care for her children?"

"What can they against the Supreme Quetzal'? It is a trial of power. The
end is at hand!"

Never man spoke more confidently than the paba.

By this time Tecetl's face was flushed, and her voice faint. Mualox
filled the hollow of his hand with water, and laved her forehead. And
she sighed wearily and continued,--

"The fair-faced god--"

"Mark the words, O king,--mark the words!" said the paba.

"The fair-faced god quits speaking; he waves his hand, and one of his
company on the steps of the temple answers with a shout. Lo! a stream of
fire, and a noise like the bursting of a cloud! a rising, rolling cloud
of smoke veils the whole front of the house. How the smoke thickens! How
the strangers rush into the square! The square itself trembles! I do not
understand it, father--"

"It is battle! On, child! a king waits to see a god in battle."

"In my pictures there is nothing like this, nor have you told me of
anything like it. O, it is fearful!" she said. "The crowd in the middle
of the square, those who came from the city, are broken, and rush here
and there; at the gates they are beaten back; some, climbing the walls,
are struck by arrows, and fall down screaming. Hark! how they call on
the gods,--Huitzil', Tezca', Quetzal'. And why are they not heard?
Where, father, where is the good Quetzal'?"

Flashed the paba's eyes with the superhuman light,--other answer he
deigned not; and she proceeded.

"What a change has come over the square! Where are they that awhile ago
filled it with white robes and dancing plumes?"

She shuddered visibly.

"I look again. The pavement is covered with heaps of the fallen, and
among them I see some with plumes and some with robes; even the
censer-bearers lie still. What can it mean? And all the time the horror
grows. When the thunder and fire and smoke burst from near the
temple-steps, how the helpless in the square shriek with terror and run
blindly about! How many are torn to pieces! Down they go; I cannot count
them, they fall so fast, and in such heaps! Then--ah, the pavement looks
red! O father, it is blood!"

She stopped. Montezuma covered his face with his hands; the good heart
that so loved his people sickened at their slaughter.

Again Mualox bathed her face. Joy flamed in his eyes; Quetzal' was
consummating his vengeance, and confirming the prophecies of his
servant.

"Go on; stay not!" he said, sternly. "The story is not told."

"Still the running to and fro, and the screaming; still the fire
flashing, and the smoke rising, and the hissing of arrows and sound of
blows; still the prayers to Huitzil'!" said Tecetl. "I look down, and
under the smoke, which has a choking smell, I see the fallen. Red pools
gather in the hollow places, plumes are broken, and robes are no longer
white. O, the piteous looks I see, the moans I hear, the many faces,
brown like oak-leaves faded, turned stilly up to the sun!"

"The people of the god,--tell of them," said Mualox.

"I search for them,--I see them on the steps and out by the walls and
the gates. They are all in their places yet; not one of them is down;
theirs the arrows, and the fire and thunder."

"Does the king hear?" asked Mualox. "Only the pabas and caciques perish.
Who may presume to oppose Quetzal'? Look further, child. Tell us of the
city."

"Gladly, most gladly! Now, abroad over the city. The people quit the
house-tops; they run from all directions to the troubled temple; they
crowd the streets; about the gates, where the gods are, they struggle to
get into the square, and the air thickens with their arrows. The god--"

"What god?" asked Mualox.

"The white-plumed one."

"Quetzal'! Go on!"

"He has--" She faltered.

"What?"

"In my pictures, father, there is nothing like them. Fire leaps from
their mouths, and smoke, and the air and earth tremble when they speak;
and see--ah, how the crowds in the streets go down before them!"

Again she shuddered, and faltered.

"Hear, O king!" said Mualox, who not only recognized the cannon of the
Spaniards in the description, but saw their weight at that moment as an
argument. "What can the slingers, and the spearmen of Chinantla, and the
swords-men of Tenochtitlan, against warriors of the Sun, with their
lightning and thunder!"

And he looked at the monarch, sitting with his face covered, and was
satisfied. With faculties sharpened by a zeal too fervid for sympathy,
he saw the fears of the proud but kindly soul, and rejoiced in them. Yet
he permitted no delay.

"Go on, child! Look for the fair-faced god; he holds the battle in his
hand."

"I see him,--I see his white plumes nodding in a group of spears. Now he
is at the main gate of the temple, and speaks. Hark! The earth is shaken
by another roar,--from the street another great cry; and through the
smoke, out of the gate, he leads his band. And the animals,--what shall
I call them?"

"Tell us of the god!" replied the enthusiast, himself ignorant of the
name and nature of the horse.

"Well, well,--they run like deer; on them the god and his comrades
plunge into the masses in the street; beating back and pursuing,
striking with their spears, and trampling down all in their way. Stones
and arrows are flung from the houses, but they avail nothing. The god
shouts joyously, he plunges on; and the blood flows faster than before;
it reddens the shields, it drips from the spear-points--"

"Enough, Mualox!" said Montezuma, starting from his seat, and speaking
firmly. "I want no more. Guide me hence!"

The paba was surprised; rising slowly, he asked,--

"Will not the king stay to the end?"

"Stay!" repeated the monarch, with curling lip. "Are my people of
Cholula wolves that I should be glad at their slaughter? It is murder,
massacre, not battle! Show me to the roof again. Come!"

Mualox turned to Tecetl; touching her hand, he found it cold; the sunken
eyes, and the lips, vermeil no longer, admonished him of the delicacy of
her spirit and body. He filled a vase at the fountain, and laved her
face, the while soothingly repeating, "Tecetl, Tecetl, child!" Some
minutes were thus devoted; then kissing her, and replacing the hand
tenderly in the other lying in her lap, he said to the monarch,--

"Until to-day, O king, this sacredness has been sealed from the
generations that forsook the religion of Quetzal'. Eye of mocker has not
seen, nor foot of unbeliever trod this purlieu, the last to receive his
blessing. You alone--I am of the god--you alone can go abroad knowing
what is here. Never before were you so nearly face to face with the
Ruler of the Winds! And now, with what force a servant may, I charge
you, by the glory of the Sun, respect this house; and when you think of
it, or of what here you have seen, be it as friend, lover, and
worshipper. If the king will follow me, I am ready."

"I am neither mocker nor unbeliever. Lead on," replied Montezuma.

And after that, the king paid no attention to the chamber; he moved
along the aisles too unhappy to be curious. The twenty thousand warriors
had not been mentioned by Tecetl; they had not, it would seem, entered
the city or the battle, so there was a chance of the victory; yet was he
hopeless, for never a doubt had he of her story. Wherefore, his
lamentation was twofold,--for his people and for himself.

And Mualox was silent as the king, though for a different cause. To him,
suddenly, the object of his life put on the garb of quick possibility.
Quetzal', he was sure, would fill the streets of Cholula with the dead,
and crown his wrath amid the ruins of the city. In the face of example
so dreadful, none would dare oppose him, not even Montezuma, whose pride
broken was next to his faith gained. And around the new-born hope, as
cherubs around the Madonna, rustled the wings of fancies most exalted.
He saw the supremacy of Quetzal' acknowledged above all others, the Cû
restored to its first glory, and the silent cells repeopled. O happy
day! Already he heard the court-yard resounding with solemn chants as of
old; and before the altar, in the presence-chamber, from morn till night
he stood, receiving offerings, and dispensing blessings to the
worshippers who, with a faith equal to his own, believed the ancient
image the ONE SUPREME GOD.

At the head of the eastern steps of the temple, as the king began the
descent, the holy man knelt, and said,--

"For peace to his people let the wise Montezuma look to Quetzal'. Mualox
gives him his blessing. Farewell."

CHAPTER VI.

THE CONQUEROR WILL COME.

A few weeks more,--weeks of pain, vacillation, embassies, and distracted
councils to Montezuma; of doubt and anxiety to the nobles; of sacrifice
and ceremonies by the priests; of fear and wonder to the people. In that
time, if never before, the Spaniards became the one subject of discourse
throughout Anahuac. In the _tianguez_, merchants bargaining paused to
interchange opinions about them; craftsmen in the shops entertained and
frightened each other with stories of their marvellous strength and
ferocity; porters, bending under burdens, speculated on their character
and mission; and never a waterman passed an acquaintance on the lake,
without lingering awhile to ask or give the latest news from the Holy
City, which, with the best grace it could, still entertained its
scourgers.

What Malinche--for by that name Cortes was now universally known--would
do was the first conjecture; what the great king intended was the next.

As a matter of policy, the dismal massacre in Cholula accomplished all
Cortes proposed; it made him a national terror; it smoothed the causeway
for his march, and held the gates of Xoloc open for peaceful entry into
Tenochtitlan. Yet the question on the many tongues was, Would he come?

And he himself answered. One day a courier ran up the great street of
Tenochtitlan to the king's palace; immediately the portal was thronged
by anxious citizens. That morning Malinche began his march to the
capital,--he was coming, was actually on the way. The thousands trembled
as they heard the news.

After that the city was not an hour without messengers reporting the
progress of the Spaniards, whose every step and halt and camping-place
was watched with the distrust of fear and the sleeplessness of jealousy.
The horsemen and footmen were all numbered; the personal appearance of
each leader was painted over and over again with brush and tongue; the
devices on the shields and pennons were described with heraldic
accuracy. And though, from long service and constant exposure and
repeated battles, the equipments of the adventurers had lost the
freshness that belonged to them the day of the departure from Cuba;
though plumes and scarfs were stained, and casques and breastplates
tarnished, and good steeds tamed by strange fare and wearisome marches,
nevertheless the accounts that went abroad concerning them were
sufficiently splendid and terrible to confirm the prophecies by which
they were preceded.

And the people, made swift by alarm and curiosity, out-marched Cortes
many days. Before he reached Iztapalapan, the capital was full of them;
in multitudes, lords and slaves, men, women, and children, like Jews to
the Passover, scaled the mountains, and hurried through the valley and
across the lakes. Better opportunity to study the characteristics of the
tribes was never afforded.

All day and night the public resorts--streets, houses, temples--were
burdened with the multitude, whose fear, as the hour of entry drew nigh,
yielded to their curiosity. And when, at last, the road the visitors
would come by was settled, the whole city seemed to breathe easier. From
the village of Iscalpan, so ran the word, they had boldly plunged into
the passes of the Sierra, and thence taken the directest route by way of
Tlalmanalco. And now they were at Ayotzinco, a town on the eastern shore
of lake Tezcuco; to-morrow they would reach Iztapalapan, and then
Tenochtitlan. Not a long time to wait, if they brought the vengeance of
Quetzal'; yet thousands took canoes, and crossed to the village, and,
catching the first view, hurried back, each with a fancy more than ever
inflamed.

A soldier, sauntering down the street, is beset with citizens.

"A pleasant day, O son of Huitzil'!"

"A pleasant day; may all that shine on Tenochtitlan be like it!" he
answers.

"What news?"

"I have been to the temple."

"And what says the _teotuctli_ now?"

"Nothing. There are no signs. Like the stars, the hearts of the victims
will not answer."

"What! Did not Huitzil' speak last night?"

"O yes!" And the warrior smiles with satisfaction. "Last night he bade
the priests tell the king not to oppose the entry of Malinche."

"Then what?"

"Why, here in the city he would cut the strangers off to the last one."

And all the citizens cry in chorus, "Praised be Huitzil'!"

Farther on the warrior overtakes a comrade in arms.

"Are we to take our shields to the field, O my brother?" he asks.

"All is peaceful yet,--nothing but embassies."

"Is it true that the lord Cacama is to go in state, and invite Malinche
to Tenochtitlan?"

"He sets out to-day."

"Ha, ha! Of all voices for war, his was the loudest. Where caught he the
merchant's cry for peace?"

"In the temples; it may be from Huitzil'."

The answer is given in a low voice, and with an ironic laugh.

"Well, well, comrade, there are but two lords fit, in time like this,
for the love of warriors,--Cuitlahua and Guatamozin. They still talk of
war."

"Cuitlahua, Cuitlahua!" And the laugh rises to boisterous contempt.
"Why, he has consented to receive Malinche in Iztapalapan, and entertain
him with a banquet in his palace. He has gone for that purpose now. The
lord of Cojohuaca is with him."

"Then we have only the 'tzin!"

The fellow sighs like one sincerely grieved.

"Only the 'tzin, brother, only the 'tzin! and he is banished!"

They shake their heads, and look what they dare not speak, and go their
ways. The gloom they take with them is a sample of that which rests over
the whole valley.

When the Spaniards reached Iztapalapan, the excitement in the capital
became irrepressible. The cities were but an easy march apart, most of
it along the causeway. The going and coming may be imagined. The miles
of dike were covered by a continuous procession, while the lake, in a
broad line from town to town, was darkened by canoes. Cortes' progress
through the streets of Iztapalapan was antitypical of the grander
reception awaiting him in Tenochtitlan.

In the latter city there was no sleep that night. The _tianguez_ in
particular was densely filled, not by traders, but by a mass of
newsmongers, who hardly knew whether they were most pleased or alarmed.
The general neglect of business had exceptions; at least one portico
shone with unusual brilliancy till morning. Every great merchant is a
philosopher; in the midst of calamities, he is serene, because it is
profit's time; before the famine, he buys up all the corn; in
forethought of pestilence, he secures all the medicine: and the world,
counting his gains, says delightedly, What a wise man! I will not say
the Chalcan was of that honored class; he thought himself a benefactor,
and was happy to accommodate the lords, and help them divide their time
between his palace and that of the king. It is hardly necessary to add,
that his apartments were well patronized, though, in truth, his _pulque_
was in greater demand than his _choclatl_.

The drinking-chamber, about the close of the third quarter of the night,
presented a lively picture. For the convenience of the many patrons,
tables from other rooms had been brought in. Some of the older lords
were far gone in intoxication; slaves darted to and fro, removing
goblets, or bringing them back replenished. A few minstrels found
listeners among those who happened to be too stupid to talk, though not
too sleepy to drink. Every little while a newcomer would enter, when,
if he were from Iztapalapan, a crowd would surround him, allowing
neither rest nor refreshment until he had told the things he had seen or
heard. Amongst others, Hualpa and Io' chanced to find their way thither.
Maxtla, seated at a table with some friends, including the Chalcan,
called them to him; and, as they had attended the banquet of the lord
Cuitlahua, they were quickly provided with seats, goblets, and an
audience of eager listeners.

"Certainly, my good chief, I have seen Malinche, and passed the
afternoon looking at him and his people," said Hualpa to Maxtla. "It may
be that I am too much influenced by the 'tzin to judge them; but, if
they are _teules_, so are we. I longed to try my javelin on them."

"Was their behavior unseemly?"

"Call it as you please. I was in the train when, after the banquet, the
lord Cuitlahua took them to see his gardens. As they strode the walks,
and snuffed the flowers, and plucked the fruit; as they moved along the
canal with its lining of stone, and stopped to drink at the
fountains,--I was made feel that they thought everything, not merely my
lord's property, but my lord himself, belonged to them; they said as
much by their looks and actions, by their insolent swagger."

"Was the 'tzin there?"

"From the _azoteas_ of a temple he saw them enter the city; but he was
not at the banquet. I heard a story showing how he would treat the
strangers, if he had the power. One of their priests, out with a party,
came to the temple where he happened to be, and went up to the tower. In
the sanctuary one of them raised his spear and struck the image of the
god. The pabas threw up their hands and shrieked; he rushed upon the
impious wretch, and carried him to the sacrificial stone, stretched him
out, and called to the pabas, 'Come, the victim is ready!' When the
other _teules_ would have attacked him, he offered to fight them all.
The strange priest interfered, and they departed."

The applause of the bystanders was loud and protracted; when it had
somewhat abated, Xoli, whose thoughts, from habit, ran chiefly upon the
edibles, said,--

"My lord Cuitlahua is a giver of good suppers. Pray, tell us about the
courses--"

"Peace! be still, Chalcan!" cried Maxtla, angrily. "What care we whether
Malinche ate wolf-meat or quail?"

Xoli bowed; the lords laughed.

Then a gray-haired cacique behind Io' asked, "Tell us rather what
Malinche said."

Hualpa shook his head. "The conversation was tedious. Everything was
said through an interpreter,--a woman born in the province Painalla; so
I paid little attention. I recollect, however, he asked many questions
about the great king, and about the Empire, and Tenochtitlan. He said
his master, the governor of the universe, had sent him here. He gave
much time, also, to explaining his religion. I might have understood
him, uncle, but my ears were too full of the rattle of arms."

"What! Sat they at the table armed?" asked Maxtla.

"All of them; even Malinche."

"That was not the worst," said Io', earnestly. "At the same table my
lord Cuitlahua entertained a band of beggarly Tlascalan chiefs. Sooner
should my tongue have been torn out!"

The bystanders made haste to approve the sentiment, and for a time it
diverted the conversation. Meanwhile, at Hualpa's order, the goblets
were refilled.

"Dares the noble Maxtla," he then asked, "tell what the king will do?"

"The question is very broad." And the chief smiled. "What special
information does my comrade seek?"

"Can you tell us when Malinche will enter Tenochtitlan?"

"Certainly. Xoli published that in the _tianguez_ before the sun was
up."

"To be sure," answered the Chalcan. "The lord Maxtla knows the news cost
me a bowl of _pulque_."

There was much laughter, in which the chief joined. Then he said,
gravely,--

"The king has arranged everything. As advised by the gods, Malinche
enters Tenochtitlan day after to-morrow. He will leave Iztapalapan at
sunrise, and march to the causeway by the lake shore. Cuitlahua, with
Cacama, the lord of Tecuba, and others of like importance, will meet him
at Xoloc. The king will follow them in state. As to the procession, I
will only say it were ill to lose the sight. Such splendor was never
seen on the causeway."

Ordinarily the mention of such a prospect would have kindled the
liveliest enthusiasm; for the Aztecs were lovers of spectacles, and
never so glad as when the great green banner of the Empire was brought
forth to shed its solemn beauty over the legions, and along the storied
street of Tenochtitlan. Much, therefore, was Maxtla surprised at the
coldness that fell upon the company.

"Ho, friends! One would think the reception not much to your liking," he
said.

"We are the king's,--dust under his feet,--and it is not for us to
murmur," said a sturdy cacique, first to break the disagreeable silence.
"Yet our fathers gave their enemies bolts instead of banquets."

"Who may disobey the gods?" asked Maxtla.

The argument was not more sententious than unanswerable.

"Well, well!" said Hualpa. "I will get ready. Advise me, good chief: had
I better take a canoe?"

"The procession will doubtless be better seen from the lake; but to hear
what passes between the king and Malinche, you should be in the train.
By the way, will the 'tzin be present?"

"As the king may order," replied Hualpa.

Maxtla threw back his look, and said with enthusiasm, real or affected,
"Much would I like to see and hear him when the Tlascalans come flying
their banners into the city! How he will flame with wrath!"

Then Hualpa considerately changed the direction of the discourse.

"Malinche will be a troublesome guest, if only from the number of his
following. Will he be lodged in one of the temples?"

"A temple, indeed!" And Maxtla laughed scornfully. "A temple would be
fitter lodging for the gods of Mictlan! At Cempoalla, you recollect, the
_teules_ threw down the sacred gods, and butchered the pabas at the
altars. Lest they should desecrate a holy house here, they are assigned
to the old palace of Axaya'. To-morrow the _tamanes_ will put it in
order."

Io' then asked, "Is it known how long they will stay?"

Maxtla shrugged his shoulders, and drank his _pulque_.

"Hist!" whistled a cacique. "That is what the king would give half his
kingdom to know!"

"And why?" asked the boy, reddening. "Is he not master? Does it not
depend upon him?"

"It depends upon no other!" cried Maxtla, dashing his palm upon the
table until the goblets danced. "By the holy gods, he has but to speak
the word, and these guests will turn to victims!"

And Hualpa, surprised at the display of spirit, seconded the chief:
"Brave words, O my lord Maxtla! They give us hope."

"He will treat them graciously," Maxtla continued, "because they come by
his request; but when he tells them to depart, if they obey not,--if
they obey not,--when was his vengeance other than a king's? Who dares
say he cannot, by a word, end this visit?"

"No one!" cried Io'.

"Ay, no one! But the goblets are empty. See! Io', good prince,"--and
Maxtla's voice changed at once,--"would another draught be too much for
us? We drink slowly; one more, only one. And while we drink, we will
forget Malinche."

"Would that were possible!" sighed the boy.

They sent up the goblets, and continued the session until daylight.

CHAPTER VII.

MONTEZUMA GOES TO MEET CORTES.

Came the eighth of November, which no Spaniard, himself a Conquistador,
can ever forget; that day Cortes entered Tenochtitlan.

The morning dawned over Anahuac as sometimes it dawns over the Bay of
Naples, bringing an azure haze in which the world seemed set afloat.

"Look you, uncles," said Montezuma, yet at breakfast, and speaking to
his councillors: "they are to go before me, my heralds; and as Malinche
is the servant of a king, and used to courtly styles, I would not have
them shame me. Admit them with the _nequen_ off. As they will appear
before him, let them come to me."

And thereupon four nobles were ushered in, full-armed, even to the
shield. Their helms were of glittering silver; their _escaupiles_, or
tunics of quilted mail, were stained vivid green, and at the neck and
borders sparkled with pearls; over their shoulders hung graceful mantles
of _plumaje_, softer than cramoisy velvet; upon their breasts blazed
decorations and military insignia; from wrist to elbow, and from knee to
sandal-strap, their arms and legs were sheathed in scales of gold. And
so, ready for peaceful show or mortal combat,--his heroes and
ambassadors,--they bided the monarch's careful review.

"Health to you, my brothers! and to you, my children!" he said, with
satisfaction. "What of the morning? How looks the sun?"

"Like the beginning of a great day, O king, which we pray may end
happily for you," replied Cuitlahua.

"It is the work of Huitzil'; doubt not! I have called you, O my
children, to see how well my fame will be maintained. I wish to show
Malinche a power and beauty such as he has never seen, unless he come
from the Sun itself. Earth has but one valley of Anahuac, one city of
Tenochtitlan: so he shall acknowledge. Have you directed his march as I
ordered?"

And Cacama replied, "Through the towns and gardens, he is to follow the
shore of the lake to the great causeway. By this time he is on the
road."

Then Montezuma's face flushed; and, lifting his head as it were to look
at objects afar off, he said aloud, yet like one talking to himself,--

"He is a lover of gold, and has been heard speak of cities and temples
and armies; of his people numberless as the sands. O, if he be a man,
with human weaknesses,--if he has hope, or folly of thought, to make him
less than a god,--ere the night fall he shall give me reverence. Sign of
my power shall he find at every step: cities built upon the waves;
temples solid and high as the hills; the lake covered with canoes and
gardens; people at his feet, like stalks in the meadow; my warriors; and
Tenochtitlan, city of empire! And then, if he greet me with hope or
thought of conquest,--then--" He shuddered.

"And then what?" said Cuitlahua, upon whom not a word had been lost.

The thinker, startled, looked at him coldly, saying,--

"I will take council of the gods."

And for a while he returned to his _choclatl_. When next he looked up,
and spoke, his face was bright and smiling.

"With a train, my children, you are to go in advance of me, and meet
Malinche at Xoloc. Embrace him, speak to him honorably, return with him,
and I will be at the first bridge outside the city. Cuitlahua and
Cacama, be near when he steps forward to salute me. I will lean upon
your shoulders. Get you gone now. Remember Anahuac!"

Shortly afterward a train of nobles, magnificently arrayed, issued from
the palace, and marched down the great street leading to the Iztapalapan
causeway. The house-tops, the porticos, even the roofs and towers of
temples, and the pavements and cross-streets, were already occupied by
spectators. At the head of the procession strode the four heralds.
Silently they marched, in silence the populace received them. The
spectacle reminded very old men of the day the great Axaya' was borne in
mournful pomp to Chapultepec. Once only there was a cheer, or, rather, a
war-cry from the warriors looking down from the terraces of a temple. So
the cortege passed from the city; so, through a continuous lane of men,
they moved along the causeway; so they reached the gates of Xoloc, at
which the two dikes, one from Iztapalapan, the other from Cojohuaca,
intersected each other. There they halted, waiting for Cortes.

And while the train was on the road, out of one of the gates of the
royal garden passed a palanquin, borne by four slaves in the king's
livery. The occupants were the princesses Tula and Nenetzin, with Yeteve
in attendance. In any of the towns of old Spain there would have been
much remark upon the style of carriage, but no denial of their beauty,
or that they were Spanish born. The elder sister was thoughtful and
anxious; the younger kept constant lookout; the priestess, at their
feet, wove the flowers with which they were profusely supplied into
_ramilletes_, and threw them to the passers-by. The slaves, when in the
great street, turned to the north.

"Blessed Lady!" cried Yeteve. "Was the like ever seen?"

"What is it?" asked Nenetzin.

"Such a crowd of people!"

Nenetzin looked out again, saying, "I wish I could see a noble or a
warrior."

"That may not be," said Tula. "The nobles are gone to receive Malinche,
the warriors are shut up in the temples."

"Why so?"

"They may be needed."

"Ah! was it thought there is such danger? But look, see!" And Nenetzin
drew back alarmed, yet laughing.

There was a crash outside, and a loud shout, and the palanquin stopped.
Tula drew the curtain quickly, not knowing but that the peril requiring
the soldiery was at hand. A vendor of little stone images,--_teotls_, or
household gods,--unable to get out of the way, had been run upon by the
slaves, and the pavement sprinkled with the broken heads and legs of the
luckless _lares_. Aside, surveying the wreck, stood the pedler, clad as
usual with his class. In his girdle he carried a mallet, significant of
his trade. He was uncommonly tall, and of a complexion darker than the
lowest slaves. While the commiserate princess observed him, he raised
his eyes; a moment he stood uncertain what to do; then he stepped to the
palanquin, and from the folds of his tunic drew an image elaborately
carved upon the face of an agate.

"The good princess," he said, bending so low as to hide his face, "did
not laugh at the misfortune of her poor slave. She has a friendly heart,
and is loved by every artisan in Tenochtitlan. This carving is of a
sacred god, who will watch over and bless her, as I now do. If she will
take it, I shall be glad."

"It is very valuable, and maybe you are not rich," she replied.

"Rich! When it is told that the princess Tula was pleased with a _teotl_
of my carving, I shall have patrons without end. And if it were not so,
the recollection will make me rich enough. Will she please me so much?"

She took from her finger a ring set with a jewel that, in any city of
Europe, would have bought fifty such cameos, and handed it to him.

"Certainly; but take this from me. I warrant you are a gentle artist."

The pedler took the gift, and kissed the pavement, and, after the
palanquin was gone, picked up such of his wares as were uninjured, and
went his way well pleased.

At the gate of the temple of Huitzil' the three alighted, and made their
way to the _azoteas_. The lofty place was occupied by pabas and
citizens, yet a sun-shade of gaudy feather-work was pitched for them
close by the eastern verge, overlooking the palace of Axaya', and
commanding the street up which the array was to come. In the area below,
encompassed by the _Coatapantli_, or Wall of Serpents, ten thousand
warriors were closely ranked, ready to march at beat of the great drum
hanging in the tower. Thus, comfortably situated, the daughters of the
king awaited the strangers.

When Montezuma started to meet his guests, the morning was far advanced.
A vast audience, in front of his palace, waited to catch a view of his
person. Of his policy the mass knew but the little gleaned from a
thousand rumors,--enough to fill them with forebodings of evil. Was he
going out as king or slave? At last he came, looking their ideal of a
child of the Sun, and ready for the scrutiny. Standing in the portal, he
received their homage; not one but kissed the ground before him.

He stepped out, and the sun, as if acknowledging his presence, seemed to
pour a double glory about him. In the time of despair and overthrow that
came, alas! too soon, those who saw him, in that moment of pride, spread
his arms in general benediction, remembered his princeliness, and spoke
of him ever after in the language of poetry. The _tilmatli_, looped at
the throat, and falling gracefully from his shoulders, was beaded with
jewels and precious stones; the long, dark-green plumes in his _panache_
drooped with pearls; his sash was in keeping with the mantle; the thongs
of his sandals were edged with gold, and the soles were entirely of
gold. Upon his breast, relieved against the rich embroidery of his
tunic, symbols of the military orders of the realm literally blazed with
gems.

About the royal palanquin, in front of the portal, bareheaded and
barefooted, stood its complement of bearers, lords of the first rank,
proud of the service. Between the carriage and the doorway a carpet of
white cloth was stretched: common dust might not soil his feet. As he
stepped out, he was saluted by a roar of attabals and conch-shells. The
music warmed his blood; the homage was agreeable to him,--was to his
soul what incense is to the gods. He gazed proudly around, and it was
easy to see how much he was in love with his own royalty.

Taking his place in the palanquin, the cortege moved slowly down the
street. In advance walked stately caciques with wands, clearing the way.
The carriers of the canopy, which was separate from the carriage,
followed next; and behind them, reverently, and with downcast faces,
marched an escort of armed lords indescribably splendid.

The street traversed was the same Malinche was to traverse. Often and
again did the subtle monarch look to paves and house-tops, and to the
canals and temples. Well he knew the cunning guest would sweep them all,
searching for evidences of his power; that nothing would escape
examination; that the myriads of spectators, the extent of the city, its
position in the lake, and thousands of things not to be written would
find places in the calculation inevitable if the visit were with other
than peaceful intent.

At a palace near the edge of the city the escort halted to abide the
coming.

Soon, from the lake, a sound of music was heard, more plaintive than
that of the conchs.

"They are coming, they are coming! The _teules_ are coming!" shouted the
people; and every heart, even the king's, beat quicker. Up the street
the cry passed, like a hurly gust of wind.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE ENTRY.

It is hardly worth while to eulogize the Christians who took part in
Cortes' crusade. History has assumed their commemoration. I may say,
however, they were men who had acquired fitness for the task by service
in almost every clime. Some had tilted with the Moor under the walls of
Granada; some had fought the Islamite on the blue Danube; some had
performed the first Atlantic voyage with Columbus; all of them had
hunted the Carib in the glades of Hispaniola. It is not enough to
describe them as fortune-hunters, credulous, imaginative, tireless;
neither is it enough to write them soldiers, bold, skilful, confident,
cruel to enemies, gentle to each other. They were characters of the age
in which they lived, unseen before, unseen since; knights errant, who
believed in hippogriff and dragon, but sought them only in lands of
gold; missionaries, who complacently broke the body of the converted
that Christ might the sooner receive his soul; palmers of pike and
shield, who, in care of the Virgin, followed the morning round the
world, assured that Heaven stooped lowest over the most profitable
plantations.

[Illustration: "OUT OF THE WAY, DOG!" SHOUTED SANDOVAL]

The wonders of the way from the coast to Iztapalapan had so beguiled the
little host that they took but partial account of its dangers. When,
this morning, they stepped upon the causeway, and began the march out
into the lake, a sense of insecurity fell upon them, like the shadow of
a cloud; back to the land they looked, as to a friend from whom they
might be parting forever; and as they proceeded, and the water spread
around them, wider, deeper, and up-bearing denser multitudes of
people, the enterprise suddenly grew in proportions, and challenged
their self-sufficiency; yet, as I have heard them confess, they did not
wake to a perfect comprehension of their situation, and its dangers and
difficulties, until they passed the gates of Xoloc: then Tenochtitlan
shone upon them,--a city of enchantment! And then each one felt that to
advance was like marching in the face of death, at the same time each
one saw there was no hope except in advance. Every hand grasped closer
the weapon with which it was armed, while the ranks were intuitively
closed. What most impressed them, they said, was the silence of the
people; a word, a shout, a curse, or a battle-cry would have been a
relief from the fears and fancies that beset them; as it was, though in
the midst of myriad life, they heard only their own tramp, or the clang
and rattle of their own arms. As if aware of the influence, and fearful
of its effect upon his weaker followers, Cortes spoke to the musicians,
and trumpet and clarion burst into a strain which, with beat of drum and
clash of cymbal, was heard in the city.

"_Ola_, Sandoval, Alvarado! Here, at my right and left!" cried Cortes.

They spurred forward at the call.

"Out of the way, dog!" shouted Sandoval, thrusting a naked _tamene_ over
the edge of the dike with the butt of his lance.

"By my conscience, Señores," Cortes said, "I think true Christian in a
land of unbelievers never beheld city like this. If it be wrong to the
royal good knight, Richard, of England, or that valorous captain, the
Flemish Duke Godfrey, may the saints pardon me; but I dare say the
walled towns they took, and, for that matter, I care not if you number
Antioch and the Holy City of the Sepulchre among them, were not to be
put in comparison with this infidel stronghold."

And as they ride, listening to his comments, let me bring them
particularly to view.

They were in full armor, except that Alvarado's squire carried his
helmet for him. In preparation for the entry, their skilful furbishers
had well renewed the original lustre of helm, gorget, breastplate,
glaive, greave, and shield. The plumes in their crests, like the scarfs
across their breasts, had been carefully preserved for such ceremonies.
At the saddle-bows hung heavy hammers, better known as battle-axes.
Rested upon the iron shoe, and balanced in the right hand, each carried
a lance, to which, as the occasion was peaceful, a silken pennon was
attached. The horses, opportunely rested in Iztapalapan, and glistening
in mail, trod the causeway as if conscious of the terror they inspired.

Cortes, between his favorite captains, rode with lifted visor, smiling
and confident. His complexion was bloodless and ashy, a singularity the
more noticeable on account of his thin, black beard. The lower lip was
seamed with a scar. He was of fine stature, broad-shouldered, and thin,
but strong, active, and enduring. His skill in all manner of martial
exercises was extraordinary. He conversed in Latin, composed poetry,
wrote unexceptionable prose, and, except when in passion, spoke gravely
and with well-turned periods.[41] In argument he was both dogmatic and
convincing, and especially artful in addressing soldiers, of whom, by
constitution, mind, will, and courage, he was a natural leader. Now, gay
and assured, he managed his steed with as little concern and talked
carelessly as a knight returning victorious from some joyous passage of
arms.

Gonzalo de Sandoval, not twenty-three years of age, was better looking,
having a larger frame and fuller face. His beard was auburn, and curled
agreeably to the prevalent fashion. Next to his knightly honor, he loved
his beautiful chestnut horse, Motilla.[42]

Handsomest man of the party, however, was Don Pedro de Alvarado.
Generous as a brother to a Christian, he hated a heathen with the fervor
of a crusader. And now, in scorn of Aztecan treachery, he was riding
unhelmed, his locks, long and yellow, flowing freely over his shoulders.
His face was fair as a gentlewoman's, and neither sun nor weather could
alter it. Except in battle, his countenance expressed the friendliest
disposition. He cultivated his beard assiduously, training it to fall in
ringlets upon his breast,--and there was reason for the weakness, if
such it was; yellow as gold, with the help of his fair face and clear
blue eyes, it gave him a peculiar expression of sunniness, from which
the Aztecs called him _Tonitiah_, child of the Sun.[43]

And over what a following of cavaliers the leader looked when, turning
in his saddle, he now and then glanced down the column,--Christobal de
Oli, Juan Velasquez de Leon, Francisco de Montejo, Luis Marin, Andreas
de Tapia, Alonzo de Avila, Francisco de Lugo, the Manjarezes, Andreas
and Gregorio, Diego de Ordas, Francisco de Morla, Christobal de Olea,
Gonzalo de Dominguez, Rodriques Magarino, Alonzo Hernandez
Carrero,--most of them gentlemen of the class who knew the songs of
Rodrigo, and the stories of Amadis and the Paladins!

And much shame would there be to me if I omitted mention of two
others,--Bernal Diaz del Castillo, who, after the conquest, became its
faithful historian, and Father Bartolomé de Olmedo,[44] sweet singer,
good man, and devoted servant of God, the first to whisper the names of
Christ and the Holy Mother in the ear of New Spain. In the column behind
the cavaliers, with his assistant, Juan de las Varillas, he rode
bareheaded, and clad simply in a black serge gown. The tinkle of the
little silver bell, which the soldiers, in token of love, had tied to
the neck of his mule, sounded, amid the harsher notes of war, like a
gentle reminder of shepherds and grazing flocks in peaceful pastures
near Old World homes.

After the holy men, in care of a chosen guard of honor, the flag of
Spain was carried; and then came the artillery, drawn by slaves; next,
in close order, followed the cross-bowmen and arquebusiers, the latter
with their matches lighted. Rearward still, in savage pomp and pride,
strode the two thousand Tlascalans, first of their race to bear shield
and fly banner along the causeway into Tenochtitlan. And so the
Christians, in order of battle, but scarcely four hundred strong,
marched into a capital of full three hundred thousand inhabitants,
swollen by the innumerable multitudes of the valley.

As they drew nigh the city, the cavaliers became silent and thoughtful.
With astonishment, which none of them sought to conceal, they gazed at
the white walls and crowded houses, and, with sharpened visions, traced
against the sky the outlines of temples and temple-towers, more numerous
than those of papal Rome. Well they knew that the story of what they saw
so magnificently before them would be received with incredulity in all
the courts of Christendom. Indeed, some of the humbler soldiers marched
convinced that all they beheld was a magical delusion. Not so Cortes.

"Ride on, gentlemen, ride on!" he said. "There is a question I would ask
of a good man behind us. I will rejoin you shortly."

From the artillerists he singled a soldier.

"Martin Lopez! Martin Lopez!"

The man came to him.

"Martin, look out on this lake. Beareth it resemblance to the blue bays
on the southern shore of old Spain? As thou art a crafty sailor, comrade
mine, look carefully."

Lopez raised his morion, and, leaning on his pike, glanced over the
expanse.

"Señor, the water is fair enough, and, for that, looks like bayous I
have seen without coming so far; but I doubt if a two-decker could float
on it long enough for Father Olmedo to say mass for our souls in peril."

"Peril! Plague take thee, man! Before the hour of vespers, by the
Blessed Lady, whose image thou wearest, this lake, yon city, its master,
and all thou seest here, not excepting the common spawn of idolatry at
our feet, shall be the property of our sovereign lord. But, Martin
Lopez, thou hast hauled sail and tacked ship in less room than this.
What say'st thou to sailing a brigantine here?"

The sailor's spirit rose; he looked over the lake again.

"It might be done, it might be done!"

"Then, by my conscience, it shall be! Confess thyself an Admiral
to-night."

And Cortes rode to the front. Conquest might not be, he saw, without
vessels; and true to his promise, it came to pass that Lopez sailed, not
one, but a fleet of brigantines on the gentle waters.

When the Christians were come to the first bridge outside the walls,
their attention was suddenly drawn from the city. Down the street came
Montezuma and his retinue. Curious as they were to see the arch-infidel,
the soldiers kept their ranks; but Cortes, taking with him the
cavaliers, advanced to meet the monarch. When the palanquin stopped, the
Spaniards dismounted. About the same time an Indian woman, of comely
features, came forward.

"Stay thou here, Marina," said Cortes. "I will embrace the heathen, then
call thee to speak to him."

"_Jésu!_" cried Alvarado. "There is gold enough on his litter to furnish
a cathedral."

"Take thou the gold, Señor; I choose the jewels on his mantle," said De
Ordas.

"By my patron saint of excellent memory!" said Sandoval, lisping his
words, "I think for noble cavaliers ye are easily content. Take the
jewels and the gold; but give me that train of stalwart dogs, and a
plantation worthy of my degree here by Tezcuco."

So the captains talked.

Meantime, the cotton cloth was stretched along the dike. Then on land
and sea a hush prevailed.

Montezuma came forward supported by the lords Cuitlahua and Cacama.
Cortes met him half-way. When face to face, they paused, and looked at
each other. Alas, for the Aztec then! In the mailed stranger he beheld a
visitant from the Sun,--a god! The Spaniard saw, wrapped in the rich
vestments, only a man,--a king, yet a heathen! He opened his arms:
Montezuma stirred not. Cuitlahua uttered a cry to Huitzil', and caught
one of the extended arms. Long did Cortes keep in mind the cacique's
look at that moment; long did he remember the dark brown face, swollen
with indignation and horror. Alvarado laid his hand on his sword.

"Peace, Don Pedro!" said Cortes. "The knave knows nothing of respectable
customs. Instead of taking to thy sword, bless the Virgin that a
Christian knight hath been saved the sin of embracing an unbeliever.
Call Marina."

The woman came, and stood by the Spaniard, and in a sweet voice
interpreted the speeches. The monarch expressed delight at seeing his
visitors, and welcomed them to Tenochtitlan; his manner and courteous
words won even Alvarado. Cortes answered, acknowledging surprise at the
beauty and extent of the city, and in token of his gratification at
being at last before a king so rich and powerful begged him to accept a
present. Into the royal hand he then placed a string of precious stones,
variously colored, and strongly perfumed with musk. Thereupon the
ceremony ended. Two of the princes were left to conduct the strangers to
their quarters. Resuming his palanquin, Montezuma himself led the
procession as far as his own palace.

And Cortes swung himself into the saddle. "Let the trumpets sound.
Forward!"

Again the music,--again the advance; then the pageant passed from the
causeway and lake into the expectant city.

Theretofore, the Christians had been silent from discipline, now they
were silent from wonder. Even Cortes held his peace. They had seen the
irregular towns of Tlascala, and the pretentious beauty of Cholula, and
Iztapalapan, in whose streets the lake contended with the land for
mastery, yet were they unprepared for Tenochtitlan. Here, it was plain,
wealth and power and time and labor, under the presidency of genius, had
wrought their perfect works, everywhere visible: under foot, a sounding
bridge, or a broad paved way, dustless, and unworn by wheel or hoof; on
the right and left, airy windows, figured portals, jutting balconies,
embattled cornices, porticos with columns of sculptured marble, and here
a palace, there a temple; overhead pyramidal heights crowned with towers
and smoking braziers, or lower roofs, from which, as from hanging
gardens, floated waftures sweet as the perfumed airs of the Indian
isles; and everywhere, looking up from the canals, down from the
porticos, houses, and pyramids, and out of the doors and windows,
crowding the pavement, clinging to the walls,--everywhere the PEOPLE!
After ages of decay I know it has been otherwise; but I also know that
conquerors have generally found the builders of a great state able and
willing to defend it.

"St. James absolve me, Señor! but I like not the coldness of these
dogs," said Monjarez to Avila.

"Nor I," was the reply. "Seest thou the women on yon balcony? I would
give my helmet full of ducats, if they would but once cry, "_Viva
España!_"

"Nay, that would I if they would but wave a scarf."

The progress of the pageant was necessarily slow; but at last the
spectators on the temple of Huitzil' heard its music; at last the
daughters of the king beheld it in the street below them.

"Gods of my fathers!" thought Tula, awed and trembling, "what manner of
beings are these?"

And the cross-bowmen and arquebusiers, their weapons and glittering iron
caps, the guns, and slaves that dragged them, even the flag of
Spain,--objects of mighty interest to others,--drew from Nenetzin but a
passing glance. Very beautiful to her, however, were the cavaliers,
insomuch that she cared only for their gay pennons, their shields, their
plumes nodding bravely above their helms, their armor of strange metal,
on which the sun seemed to play with a fiery love, and their steeds,
creatures tamed for the service of gods. Suddenly her eyes fixed, her
heart stopped; pointing to where the good Captain Alvarado rode,
scanning, with upturned face, the great pile, "O Tula, Tula!" she cried.
"See! There goes the blue-eyed warrior of my dream!"

But it happened that Tula was, at the moment, too much occupied to
listen or look. The handsome vendor of images, standing near the royal
party, had attracted the attention of Yeteve, the priestess.

"The noble Tula is unhappy. She is thinking of--"

A glance checked the name.

Then Yeteve whispered, "Look at the image-maker."

The prompting was not to be resisted. She looked, and recognized
Guatamozin. Not that only; through his low disguise, in his attitude,
his eyes bright with angry fire, she discerned his spirit, its pride and
heroism. Not for her was it to dispute the justice of his banishment.
Love scorned the argument. There he stood, the man for the time;
strong-armed, stronger-hearted, prince by birth, king by nature,
watching afar off a scene in which valor and genius entitled him to
prominence. Then there were tears for him, and a love higher, if not
purer, than ever.

Suddenly he leaned over the verge, and shouted, "Al-a-lala! Al-a-lala!"
and with such energy that he was heard in the street below. Tula looked
down, and saw the cause of the excitement,--the Tlascalans were marching
by! Again his cry, the same with which he had so often led his
countrymen to battle. No one took it up. The companies inside the sacred
wall turned their faces, and stared at him in dull wonder. And he
covered his eyes with his hands, while every thought was a fierce
invective. Little he then knew how soon, and how splendidly, they were
to purchase his forgiveness!

When the Tlascalans were gone, he dropped his hands, and found
the--mallet! So it was the artisan, the image-maker, not the 'tzin, who
had failed to wake the army to war! He turned quickly, and took his way
through the crowd, and disappeared; and none but Tula and Yeteve ever
knew that, from the _teocallis_, Guatamozin had witnessed the entry of
the _teules_.

And so poor Nenetzin had been left to follow the warrior of her dream;
the shock and the pleasure were hers alone.

The palace of Axaya' faced the temple of Huitzil' on the west. In one of
the halls Montezuma received Cortes and the cavaliers; and all their
lives they recollected his gentleness, courtesy, and unaffected royalty
in that ceremony. Putting a golden collar around the neck of his chief
guest, he said, "This palace belongs to you, Malinche, and to your
brethren. Rest after your fatigues; you have much need to do so. In a
little while I will come again."

And when he was gone, straightway the guest so honored proceeded to
change the palace into a fort. Along the massive walls that encircled
it he stationed sentinels; at every gate planted cannon; and, like the
enemy he was, he began, and from that time enforced, a discipline
sterner than before.

The rest of the day the citizens, from the top of the temple, kept
incessant watch upon the palace. When the shades of evening were
collecting over the city, and the thousands, grouped along the streets,
were whispering of the incidents they had seen, a thunderous report
broke the solemn stillness; and they looked at each other, and trembled,
and called the evening guns of Cortes "Voices of the Gods."

FOOTNOTES:

[41] Bernal Diaz, Hist. of the Conq. of Mexico.

[42] Ib.

[43] Bernal Diaz, Hist. of the Conq. of Mexico.

[44] Ib.

BOOK FIVE.

CHAPTER I.

PUBLIC OPINION.

Guatamozin, accompanied by Hualpa, left the city a little after
nightfall. Impressed, doubtless, by the great event of the day, the two
journeyed in silence, until so far out that the fires of the capital
faded into a rosy tint low on the horizon.

Then the 'tzin said, "I am tired, body and spirit; yet must I go back to
Tenochtitlan."

"To-night?" Hualpa asked.

"To-night; and I need help."

"What I can, O 'tzin, that will I."

"You are weary, also."

"I could follow a wounded deer till dawn, if you so wished."

"It is well."

After a while the 'tzin again spoke.

"To-day I have unlearned all the lessons of my youth. The faith I
thought part of my life is not; I have seen the great king conquered
without a blow!"

There was a sigh such as only shame can wring from a strong man.

"At the Chalcan's, where the many discontented meet to-night, there will
be," he resumed, "much talk of war without the king. Such conferences
are criminal; and yet there shall be war."

He spoke with emphasis.

"In my exile without a cause," he next said, "I have learned to
distinguish between the king and country. I have even reflected upon
conditions when the choosing between them may become a duty. Far be they
hence! but when they come, Anahuac shall have her son. To accomplish
their purpose, the lords in the city rely upon their united power, which
is nothing; with the signet in his hand, Maxtla alone could disperse
their forces. There is that, however, by which what they seek can be
wrought rightfully,--something under the throne, not above it, where
they are looking, and only the gods are,--a power known to every ruler
as his servant when wisely cared for, and his master when disregarded;
public opinion we call it, meaning the judgment and will of the many. In
this garb of artisan, I have been with the people all day, and for a
purpose higher than sight of what I abhorred. I talked with them. I know
them. In the march from Xoloc there was not a shout. In the awful
silence, what of welcome was there? Honor to the people! Before they are
conquered the lake will wear a red not of the sun! Imagine them of one
mind, and zealous for war: how long until the army catches the
sentiment? Imagine the streets and temples resounding with a constant
cry, 'Death to the strangers!' how long until the king yields to the
clamor? O comrade, that would be the lawful triumph of public opinion;
and so, I say, war shall be."

After that the 'tzin remained sunk in thought until the canoe touched
the landing at his garden. Leaving the boatmen there, he proceeded, with
Hualpa, to the palace. In his study, he said, "You have seen the head of
the stranger whom I slew at Nauhtlan. I have another trophy. Come with
me."

Providing himself with a lamp, he led the way to what seemed a kind of
workshop. Upon the walls, mixed with strange banners, hung all kinds of
Aztec armor; a bench stood by one of the windows, covered with tools; on
the floor lay bows, arrows, and lances, of such fashion as to betray the
experimentalist. The corners were decorated, if the term may be used,
with effigies of warriors preserved by the process peculiar to the
people. In the centre of the room, a superior attraction to Hualpa,
stood a horse, which had been subjected to the same process, but was so
lifelike now that he could hardly think it dead. The posture chosen for
the animal was that of partial repose, its head erect, its ears thrown
sharply forward, its nostrils distended, the forefeet firmly planted; so
it had, in life, often stood watching the approach or disappearance of
its comrades. The housings were upon it precisely as when taken from the
field.

"I promised there should be war," the 'tzin said, when he supposed
Hualpa's wonder spent, "and that the people should bring it about. Now I
say, that the opinion I rely upon would ripen to-morrow, were there not
a thick cloud about it. The faith that Malinche and his followers are
_teules_ has spread from the palace throughout the valley. Unless it be
dispelled, Anahuac must remain the prey of the spoiler. Mualox, the
keeper of the old Cû of Quetzal', taught me long ago, that in the common
mind mystery can only be assailed by mystery; and that, O comrade, is
what I now propose. This nameless thing here belonged to the stranger
whom I slew at Nauhtlan. Come closer, and lay your hand upon it; mount
it, and you may know how its master felt the day he rode it to death.
There is his lance, there his shield, here his helm and whole array;
take them, and learn what little is required to make a god of a man."

For a moment he busied himself getting the property of the unfortunate
Christian together; then he stopped before the Tihuancan, saying, "Let
others choose their parts, O comrade. All a warrior may do, that will I.
If the Empire must die, it shall be like a fighting man,--a hero's song
for future minstrels. Help me now. We will take the trophy to the city,
and set it up in the _tianguez_ along with the shield, arms, and armor.
The rotting head in the summer-house we will fix near by on the lance.
To-morrow, when the traders open their stalls, and the thousands so
shamelessly sold come back to their bartering and business, a mystery
shall meet them which no man can look upon and afterwards believe
Malinche a god. I see the scene,--the rush of the people, their
surprise, their pointing fingers. I hear the eager questions, 'What are
they?' 'Whence came they?' I hear the ready answer, 'Death to the
strangers!' Then, O comrade, will begin the Opinion, by force of which,
the gods willing, we shall yet hear the drum of Huitzil'. Lay hold now,
and let us to the canoe with the trophies."

"If it be heavy as it seems, good 'tzin," said Hualpa, stooping to the
wooden slab which served as the base of the effigy, "I fear we shall be
overtasked."

"It is not heavy; two children could carry it. A word more before we
proceed. In what I propose there is a peril aside from the patrols in
the _tianguez_. Malinche will hear of--"

Hualpa laughed. "Was ever a victim sacrificed before he was caught?"

"Hear further," said the 'tzin, gravely. "I took the king to the
summer-house, and showed him the head, which he will recognize. Your
heart, as well as mine, may pay the forfeit. Consider."

"Lay hold, O 'tzin! Did you not but now call me comrade? Lay hold!"

Thereupon they carried the once good steed out to the landing. Then the
'tzin went to the kiosk for the Spaniard's head, while Hualpa returned
to the palace for the arms and equipments. The head, wrapped in a cloth,
was dropped in the bow of the boat, and the horse and trappings carried
on board. Trusting in the gods, the _voyageurs_ pushed off, and were
landed, without interruption, near the great _tianguez_.

CHAPTER II.

A MESSAGE FROM THE GODS.

"It is done!" said the 'tzin, in a whisper. "It is done! One more
service, O comrade, if--"

"Do not spare me, good 'tzin. I am happiest when serving you."

"Then stay in the city to-night, and be here early after the discovery.
Take part with the crowd, and, if opportunity offer, direct it. I must
return to my exile. Report when all is over. The gods keep you!
Farewell."

Hualpa, familiar with the square, went to the portico of the Chalcan;
and as the lamps were out, and the curtains of the door drawn for the
night, with the privilege of an _habitué_ he stretched himself upon one
of the lounges, and, lulled by the fountain, fell asleep.

A shout awoke him. He looked out to see the day breaking in gloom. The
old sky of blue, in which the summer had so long and lovingly nestled,
was turned to lead; the smoke seemed to have fallen from the temples,
and, burdening the atmosphere, was driving along slowly and heavily,
like something belonging to the vanishing night. Another cry louder than
the first; then the door, or, rather, the screen, behind him was opened,
and the Chalcan himself came forth.

"Ah, son of my friend!--Hark! Some maudlin fellow hallooes. The fool
would like to end his sleep, hard enough out there, in the temple. But
you,--where have you been?"

"Here, good Xoli, on this lounge."

"The night? Ah! the _pulque_ was too much for you. For your father's
sake, boy, I give you advice: To be perfectly happy in Tenochtitlan, it
is necessary to remember, first, how the judges punish drunkenness;
next, that there is no pure liquor in the city except in the king's
jars, and--There, the shout again! two of them! a third!"

And the broker also looked out of the portico.

"Holy gods, what a smoke! There go some sober citizens, neighbors of
mine,--and running. Something of interest! Come, Hualpa, let us go also.
The times are wonderful. You know there are gods in Tenochtitlan besides
those we worship. Come!"

"I am hungry."

"I will feed you to bursting when we get back. Come on."

As they left the portico, people were hastening to the centre of the
square, where the outcry was now continuous and growing.

"Room for the Chalcan!" said a citizen, already on the ground. "Let him
see what is here fallen from the clouds."

Great was the astonishment of the broker when his eyes first rested on
the stately figure of the horse, and the terrible head on the lance
above it. Hualpa affected the same feeling, but, having a part to play,
shouted, as in alarm,--

"It is one of the fighting beasts of Malinche! Beware, O citizens! Your
lives may be in danger."

The crowd, easily persuaded, fell back.

"Let us get arms!" shouted one.

"Arms! Get arms!" then rose, in full chorus.

Hualpa ventured nearer, and cried out, "The beast is dead!"

"Keep off, boy!" said Xoli, himself at a respectable distance. "Trust it
not; such things do not die."

Never speech more opportune for the Tihuancan.

"Be it of the earth or Sun, I tell you, friends, it is dead," he
replied, more loudly. "Who knows but that the holy Huitzil' has set it
up here to be seen of all of us, that we may know Malinche is not a god.
Is there one among you who has a javelin?"

A weapon was passed to him over the heads of the fast increasing crowd.

"Stand aside! I will see."

Without more ado, the adventurer thrust deep in the horse's flank. Those
directly about held their breath from fear; and when the brute stirred
not, they looked at each other, not knowing what to say. That it was
dead, was past doubt.

"Who will gainsay me now?" continued Hualpa. "It is dead, and so is he
to whom yon head belonged. Gods fall not so low."

It was one of those moments when simple minds are easily converted to
any belief.

"Gods they are not," said a voice in the throng; "but whence came they?"

"And who put them here?" asked another.

Hualpa answered swiftly,--

"Well said! The gods speak not directly to those whom they would
admonish or favor. And if this be the handiwork of Huitzil',--and what
more likely?--should we not inquire if it have a meaning? It may be a
message. Is there a reader of pictures among you, friends?"

"Here is one!"

"Let him come! Make way for him!"

A citizen, from his dress a merchant, was pushed forward.

"What experience have you?"

"I studied in the _calmecac_!"[45]

The man raised his eyes to the head on the lance, and they became
transfixed with horror.

"Look, then, to what we have here, and, saying it is a message from the
holy Huitzil', read it for us. Speak out, that all may hear."

The citizen was incapable of speech, and the people cried out, "He is a
shame to the heroic god! Off with him, off with him!"

But Hualpa interfered. "No. He still believes Malinche a god. Let him
alone! I can use him." Then he spoke to the merchant. "Hear me, my
friend, and I will read. If I err, stop me."

"Read, read!" went up on all sides.

Hualpa turned to the group as if studying it. Around him fell the
silence of keen expectancy.

"Thus writes Huitzil', greatest of gods, to the children of Anahuac,
greatest of peoples!"--so Hualpa began. "'The strangers in Tenochtitlan
are my enemies, and yours, O people. They come to overthrow my altars,
and make you a nation of slaves. You have sacrificed and prayed to me,
and now I say to you, Arise! Take arms before it is too late. Malinche
and his followers are but men. Strike them, and they will die. To
convince you that they are not gods, lo! here is one of them dead. So I
say, slay them, and everything that owns them master, even the beasts
they ride!'--Ho, friend, is not that correct?"

"So I would have read," said the merchant.

"Praised be Huitzil'!" cried Hualpa, devoutly.

"Live the good god of our fathers! Death to the strangers!" answered the
people.

And amid the stir and hum of many voices, the comrade of the 'tzin,
listening, heard his words repeated, and passed from man to man; so that
he knew his mission done, and that by noon the story of the effigy would
be common throughout the city, and in flight over the valley, with his
exposition of its meaning accepted and beyond counteraction.

After a while the Chalcan caught his arm, saying, "The smell is dreadful
to a cultivated nose sharpened by an empty stomach. Snuff for one,
breakfast for the other. Let us go."

Hualpa followed him.

"Who is he? who is he?" asked the bystanders, eagerly.

"Him! Not know him! It is the brave lad who slew the tiger and saved the
king's life."

And the answer was to the exposition like an illuminated seal to a royal
writ.

Morning advanced, curtained with clouds; and, as the account of the
spectacle flew, the multitude in the _tianguez_ increased, until there
was not room left for business. All who caught the news hurried to see
the sight, and for themselves read the miraculous message of Huitzil'.
The clamor of tongues the while was like the clamor of waves, and not
singularly; for thus was fought the first great battle,--the battle of
the mysteries,--and with this result: if a believer in the divinity of
Cortes looked once at the rotting head on the lance, he went away of the
'tzin's opinion, impatient for war.

About noon a party of Spaniards, footmen, armed and out inspecting the
city, entered the square. The multitude daunted them not the least.
Talking, sometimes laughing, they sauntered along, peering into the open
booths and stalls, and watching with practised eyes for gold.

"Holy mass!" exclaimed one of them, stopping. "The heathen are at
sacrifice."

"Sacrifice, saidst thou? This is their market-place."

"That as thou wilt. I tell thee they have been at worship. My eyes are
not dim as my mother's, who was past fifty the day we sailed from
Cuba,--may the saints preserve her! If they were, yet could I swear that
yonder hangs the head of a victim."

Over the restless crowd they looked at the ghastly object, eager yet
uncertain.

"Now I bethink me, the poor wretch who hath suffered the death may have
been one of the half-assoilzied sons of Tlascala. If we are in a
stronghold of enemies, as I have concluded from the wicked, Carib looks
of these savages, Heaven and St. James defend us! We are a score with
weapons; in the Mother's name, let us to the bloody sign!"

The unarmed mass into which, without further consideration, they
plunged, was probably awed by the effrontery of the movement, for the
leader had not once occasion to shorten his advancing step. Halted
before the spectacle, they looked first at the horse, then at the head.
Remembrance was faithful: in one, they recognized the remains of a
comrade; in the other, his property.

"Arguella, Arguella! Good captain! Santa Maria!" burst from them.

As they gazed, tears of pity and rage filled their eyes, and coursed
down their bronzed cheeks.

"Peace!" said the sterner fellow at whose suggestion they had come. "Are
ye soldiers, or whimpering women? Do as I bid! Save your tears for
Father Bartolomé to mix with masses for the poor fellow's soul. Look to
the infidels! I will take down the head."

He lowered the lance, and took off the loathsome object.

"We will carry it to the Señor Hernan. It shall have burial, and masses,
and a cross. Hands to the horse now! Arguella loved it well; many a day
I have seen him comb its mane kindly as if it had been the locks of his
sweetheart. Nay, it is too unwieldy. Let it stand, but take the armor.
Hug the good sword close. Heaven willing, it shall redden in the
carcasses of some of these hounds of hell. Are we ready? To quarters,
then! As we go, mark the unbelievers, and cleave the first that lifts a
hand or bars the way."

They reached the old palace in safety. Needless to depict the grief and
rage of the Christians at sight of the countenance of the unfortunate
Arguella.

FOOTNOTES:

[45] The University.

CHAPTER III.

HOW ILLS OF STATE BECOME ILLS OF SOCIETY.

By this time, Io', the prince, had acquired somewhat of the importance
of a man. Thanks to Hualpa, and his own industry, he could hurl a
javelin, strike stoutly with a _maquahuitl_, and boast of skill with the
bow. As well he might, he smiled at thought of the maternal care, and
from his sisters demanded a treatment due to one of his accomplishments
and dignity.

The day after the incidents narrated in the preceding chapter, he
entered Tula's apartment, and requested her to dismiss her attendants.

"Sit down, my brother," she said, when they were alone. "You look vexed.
What has happened?"

Going to a table close by, he commenced despoiling a vase of flowers.
She repeated the question.

"I am glad," he answered, "to find one whom the coming of the strangers
has not changed."

"What now?"

"I have been again and again to see Nenetzin, but she refuses me. Is she
sick?"

"Not that I know."

"Then why is she so provoking?"

"My brother, you know not what it is for a girl to find her lover.
Nenetzin has found hers."

"It is to talk about him I want to see her."

"You know him! How? when?"

"Do I not see him every day? Is he not my comrade?"

"Your comrade!"

"The lord Hualpa! He came to you once with a message from the 'tzin."

To a woman, the most interesting stories are those that have to do with
the gentle passion. Seeing his mistake, she encouraged it.

"Yes, I remember him. He is both brave and handsome."

Io' left the vase, and came to her side. His curiosity was piqued.

"How came you to know he was her lover? He would hardly confess it to
me."

"Yet he did tell you?" she answered, evasively.

"Yes. One day, tired of practising with our slings, we lay down in the
shade of a ceiba-tree. We talked about what I should do when I became a
man. I should be a warrior, and command armies, and conquer Tlascala; he
should be a warrior also, and in my command. That should not be, I told
him, as he would always be the most skilful. He laughed, but not as
merrily as I have heard him. Then he said, 'There are many things you
will have learned by that time; such as what rank is, and especially
what it is to be of the king's blood.' I asked him why he spoke so. He
said he would tell me some day, but not then. And I thought of the time
we went to meet you at the _chinampa_, and of how he gave you a vase
from the 'tzin, and one to Nenetzin from himself. Then I thought I
understood him, but insisted on his telling. He put me off; at last he
said he was a foolish fellow, and in his lonely haunts in Tihuanco had
acquired a habit of dreaming, which was not broken as he would like. He
had first seen Nenetzin at the Quetzal' combat, and thought her
handsomer than any one he had ever met. The day on the lake he ventured
to speak to her; she smiled, and took his gift; and since that he had
not been strong enough to quit thinking about her. It was great folly,
he said. 'Why so?' I asked him. He hid his face in the grass, and
answered, 'I am the son of a merchant; she is of the king's blood, and
would mock me.' 'But,' said I, 'you are now noble, and owner of a
palace.' He raised his head, and looked at me; had she been there, she
would not have mocked him. 'Ah,' he said, 'if I could only get her to
cease thinking of me as the trader's son!' 'Now you are foolish,' I told
him. 'Did you not win your rank by fighting? Why not fight
for'--Nenetzin, I was about to say, but he sprang up and ran off, and it
was long before I could get him to speak of her again. The other day,
however, he consented to let me try and find out what she thought of
him. To-morrow I rejoin him; and if he asks me about her, what can I
say?"

"So you wished to help your poor comrade. Tell me what you intended
saying to her."

"I intended to tell her how I was passing the time, and then to praise
him for his courage and skill, his desire to be great, his
gentleness--O, there are a thousand things to say!"

Tula smiled sorrowfully. "Did you imagine she would learn to love him
from that?"

"Why not?" asked Io', innocently.

"I cannot explain now; time will teach you. My brother, long will an
Aztec woo before he wins our wayward sister!"

"Well," he said, taking her hand, "what I wanted to say to her will come
better from you. Ah, if you but knew him as I and the 'tzin do!"

"Does the 'tzin so love him?"

"Was he not a chosen messenger to you?"

She shook her head doubtfully. "I fear she is beyond our little arts.
Fine speeches alone will not do. Though we painted him fair as Quetzal',
and set the picture before her every hour in the day, still it would not
be enough. Does he come often to the city?"

"Never, except for the 'tzin."

"We must get them together. Let me see,--ah, yes; the _chinampa_! We
have not been there for a long time, and that will be an excuse for
going to-morrow. You can bring the lord Hualpa, and I will take a
minstrel, and have him sing, and tell stories of love and lovers."

She stopped, and sighed, thinking, doubtless, how the 'tzin's presence
would add to the pleasure of the meeting. At that moment the curtain of
the door was flung aside, and Nenetzin herself came in, looking vexed
and pouting.

"Yesterday was too much for my sister," said Tula, pleasantly. "I hope
she is well again."

"I slept poorly," was the reply.

"If you are sick, we will send to the temples--"

"No, I hate the herb-dealers."

"What ails you, Nenetzin?" asked Io', irritated.

"Who would not be ailing, afflicted as I have been? One graceless fellow
after another calling to see me, until I am out of patience!"

Io' colored, and turned away.

"But what if they had news," said Tula; "something from the strangers?"

Nenetzin's face brightened. "What of them? Have they waited on our
father?"

"Have they, Io'?" Tula asked.

He made no answer; he was angry.

"Well, well! what folly! You, Io', I shall have to send back to the
'tzin; and, Nenetzin, fie! the young lords would be afraid to see you
now."

"The monkeys!"

Io', without a word, left the room.

"You are too hard, Nenetzin. Our brother wants to be treated like a man.
Many of the young lords are his friends. When you came in, he was
telling me of the fine fellow who saved our father's life."

Nenetzin appeared uninterested.

"From Io's account, he must be equal to the 'tzin. Have you forgotten
him?"

"I have his vase somewhere."

"Somewhere! I hope you have not lost it. I received one at the same
time; there mine is,--that one filled with flowers."

Nenetzin did not look.

"When he made you the gift, I think he meant more than a compliment. He
is a lover to be proud of, and, sister, a smile might win him."

"I do not care for lovers."

"Not care to be loved?"

Nenetzin turned to her with tearful eyes. "Just now you said Io' wanted
to be treated as a man; for the same reason, O Tula, I want to be
treated as a woman. I do want to be loved, but not as children are."

Tula put her arm around her, lovingly. "Never mind. I will learn better
afterwhile. I treat you as a child from habit, and because of the warm,
sweet love of our childhood. O that the love would last always!"

They were silent then, each intent upon her separate thought, both
unconscious that the path theretofore so peacefully travelled together
was now divergent, and that the fates were leading them apart forever.
Of all the evil angels of humanity, that one is the most cruel whose
mission it is to sunder the loves of the household.

"Nenetzin, you have been crying,--over what? Lean on me, confide in me!"

"You will make light of what I say."

"When was I a jester? You have had ills before, childish ills; if I did
not mock them, am I likely to laugh at your woman's troubles?"

"But this is something you cannot help."

"The gods can."

"A god is the trouble. I saw him, and love him better than any our
father worships."

Bold confirmation that of the elder sister's fears. "You saw him?" she
asked, musingly.

"And know him by name. _Tonatiah, Tonatiah_: is it not pretty?"

"Are you not afraid?"

"Of what? Him? Yes, but he is so handsome! You saw him also. Did you not
notice his white forehead, and the brightness of his blue eyes, the
sunshine of his face? As against him, ah, Tula! what are the lords you
would have me love?"

"He is our father's enemy."

"His guest; he came by invitation."

"All the gods of our race threaten him."

"Yet I love him, and would quit everything to follow him."

"Gods ask not the love we give each other."

"You mean he would despise me. Never! I am the daughter of a king."

"You are mad, Nenetzin."

"Then love is madness, and I am very mad. O, I was so happy yesterday!
Once I thought he saw me. It was when he was passing the _coatapantli_.
The base artisan was shouting, and he heard him, or seemed to, for he
raised his glance to the _azoteas_. My heart stood still; the air
brightened around me; if I had been set down in the Sun itself, I could
not have been happier."

"Have you mentioned this to the queen Acatlan?"

"Why should I? I will choose my own love. No one, not even my mother,
would object to the king Cacama: why should she when my choice is
nobler, handsomer, mightier than he?"

"What do you know of the strangers?"

"Nothing. He is one of them; that is enough."

"I meant of their customs; marriage, for instance."

"The thought is new."

"Tell me, Nenetzin: would you go with him, except as his wife?"

She turned away her glowing eyes, confused. "I know not what I would do.
If I went with him except as his wife, our father would curse me, and my
mother would die. I shudder; yet I remember how his look from a distance
made me tremble with strange delight."

"It was magic, like Mualox's."

"I do not know. I was about to say, if such was his power over me at a
distance, what may it be near by? Could I refuse to follow him, if he
should ask me face to face, as we now are?"

"Avoid him, then."

"Stay here, as in a prison! Never look out of doors for fear of seeing
him whom I confess I so love! And then, the music, marching, banquets:
shall I lose them, and for such a cause?"

"Nenetzin, the strangers will not abide here in peace. War there will
be. The gods have so declared, and in every temple preparation is now
going on."

"Who told you so?" the girl asked, tremulously.

"This morning I was in the garden, culling flowers. I met Mualox. He
seemed sad. I saluted him, and gave him the sweetest of my collection,
and said something about them as a cure for ills of the mind. 'Thank
you, daughter,' he said, 'the ills I mourn are your father's. If you can
get him to forego his thoughts of war against Malinche, do so at any
price. If flowers influence him, come yourself, and bring your maidens,
and gather them all for him. Leave not a bud in the garden.' 'Is he so
bent on war?' I asked. 'That is he. In the temples every hand is making
ready.' 'But my father counsels otherwise.' The old man shook his head.
'I know every purpose of his soul.'"

"And is that all?" asked Nenetzin.

"No. Have you not heard what took place in the _tianguez_ this morning?"

And Tula told of the appearance of the horse and the stranger's head;
how nobody knew who placed them there; how they were thought to have
come from Huitzil', and with what design; and how the wish for war was
spread, until the beggars in the street were clamoring. "War there will
be, O my sister, right around us. Our father will lead the companies
against Malinche. The 'tzin, Cuitlahua, Io', and all we love best of our
countrymen will take part. O Nenetzin, of the children of the Sun, will
you alone side with the strangers? _Tonatiah_ may slay our great
father."

"And yet I would go with him," the girl said, slowly, and with sobs.

"Then you are not an Aztec," cried Tula, pushing her away.

Nenetzin stepped back speechless, and throwing her scarf over her head,
turned to go.

The elder sister sprang up, conscience-struck, and caught her. "Pardon,
Nenetzin. I did not know what I was saying. Stay--"

"Not now. I cannot help loving the stranger."

"The love shall not divide us; we are sisters!" And Tula clung to her
passionately.

"Too late, too late!" sobbed Nenetzin.

And she passed out the door; the curtain dropped behind her; and Tula
went to the couch, and wept as if her heart were breaking.

Not yet have all the modes in which ills of state become ills of society
been written.

CHAPTER IV.

ENNUYÉ IN THE OLD PALACE.

"Father, holy father!--and by my sword, as belted knight, Olmedo, I call
thee so in love and honor,--I have heard thee talk in learned phrase
about the saints, and quote the sayings of monks, mere makers of books,
which I will swear are for the most part dust, or, at least, not half so
well preserved as the bones of their scribblers,--I say I have thus
heard thee talk and quote for hours at a time, until I have come to
think thy store of knowledge is but jargon of that kind. Shake thy head!
Jargon, I say a second time."

"It is knowledge that leadeth to righteousness. _Bien quisto!_ Thou
wouldst do well to study it," replied the padre, curtly.

A mocking smile curled the red-haired lip of the cavalier. "Knowledge
truly! I recollect hearing the Señor Hernan once speak of thee. He said
thou wert to him a magazine, full of learning precious as breadstuffs."

"Right, my son! Breadstuffs for the souls of sinners irreverent as--"

"Out with it!"

"As thou."

"_Picaro!_ Only last night thou didst absolve me, and, by the Palmerins,
I have just told my beads!"

"I think I have heard of the Palmerins," said the priest, gravely;
"indeed, I am certain of it; but I never heard of them as things to
swear by before. Hast thou a license as coiner of oaths?"

"_Cierto_, father, thou dost remind me of my first purpose; which was to
test thy knowledge of matters, both ancient and serious, outside of what
thou callest the sermons of the schoolmen. And I will not take thee at
disadvantage. O no! If I would play fairly with the vilest heathen, and
slay him with none but an honest trick of the sword, surely I cannot
less with thee."

"Slay me!"

"That will I,--in a bout at dialectics. I will be fair, I say. I will
begin by taking thee in a field which every knight hath traversed, if,
perchance, he hath advanced so far in clerkliness as to read,--a field
divided between heralds, troubadours, and poets, and not forbidden to
monks; with which thou shouldst be well acquainted, seeing that, of late
days at least, thou hast been more prone to knightly than saintly
association!"

"Santa Maria!" said Olmedo, crossing himself. "It is our nature to be
prone to things sinful."

"I smell the cloister in thy words. Have at thee! Stay thy steps."

The two had been pacing the roof of the palace during the foregoing
passage. Both stopped now, and Alvarado said, "Firstly,--nay, I will
none of that; numbering the heads of a discourse is a priestly trick. To
begin, by my conscience!--ho, father, that oath offends thee not, for it
is the Señor Hernan's, and by him thou art thyself always ready to
swear."

"If thou wouldst not get lost in a confusion of ideas, to thy purpose
quickly."

"Thank thee. Who was Amadis de Gaul?"

"Hero of the oldest Spanish poem."

"Right!" said the knight, stroking his beard. "And who was Oriana?"

"Heroine of the same story; more particularly, daughter of Lisuarte,
King of England."

"Thou didst reprove me for swearing by the Palmerins; who were they?"

"Famous knights, who founded chivalry by going about slaying dragons,
working charities, and overthrowing armies of heathen, for the Mother's
sake."

"Excellently answered, by my troth! I will have to lead thee into deeper
water. Pass we the stories of Ruy Diaz, and Del Carpio, and Pelayo. I
will even grant that thou hast heard of Hernan Gonzales; but canst thou
tell in how many ballads his prowess hath been sung?"

Olmedo was silent.

"Already!" cried Alvarado, exultant. "Already! By the cross on my sword,
I have heard of thirty. But to proceed. Omitting Roland, and
Roncesvalles, and the brethren of the Round Table, canst thou tell me of
the Seven Lords of Lares?"

"No. But there is a Lord of whom I can tell thee, and of whom it will be
far more profitable for thee to inquire."

"I knew a minstrel--a rare fellow--who had a wondrous voice and memory,
and who sang fifteen songs all about the Lords of Lares; and he told me
there were as many more. O, for the time of the true chivalry, when our
Spanish people were song-lovers, and honor was of higher esteem than
gold! In one respect, Olmedo, I am more Moslem than Christian."

The padre crossed himself.

"Mahomet--so saith history--taught his warriors that Paradise lieth in
the shade of crossing scimitars,--as unlike thy doctrine as a stone is
unlike a plum. _Picaro!_ It pleaseth me; it hardeneth the heart and
grip; it is more inspiring than clarions and drums."

Olmedo looked into the blue eyes of the knight, now unusually bright,
and said, "Thou didst jest at my knowledge; now I ask thee, son, is it
not better to have a mind full of saintly lore than one which nothing
holds but swords and lances and high-bred steeds? What dost thou know
but war?"

"The taste of good wine," said Alvarado, seriously; "and by Sta. Agnes,
holy father, I would I had my canteen full; the smoke from these dens is
turning me into a Dutch sausage. Look to the towers of yon temple,--the
great one just before us. How the clouds ascending from them poison the
morning air! When my sword is at the throats of the fire-keepers, Heaven
help me to slay them!"

Alvarado then took the tassels of the cord around the good man's waist,
and pulled him forward. "Come briskly, father! This roof is all the
field left us for exercise; and much do I fear that we will dream many
times of green meadows before we see them again." Half dragging him, the
knight lengthened his strides. "Step longer, father! Thou dost mince the
pace, like a woman."

"Hands off, irreverent!" cried the padre, holding back. "My feet are not
iron-shod, like thine."

"What! Didst thou not climb the mountains on the way hither barefooted?
And dost now growl at these tiles? Last night Sandoval shod his mare,
the gay Motilla, with silver, which he swore was cheaper, if not better,
than iron. When next we take a morning trot, like this, _cierto_, I will
borrow two of the precious shoes for thee."

Olmedo's gown, of coarse, black woollen serge, was not a garment a
Greek, preparing for a race, would have chosen; the long skirts hampered
his legs; he stumbled, and would have fallen, but for his tormentor.

"Stay thee, father! Hast been drinking? Not here shouldst thou kneel
unless in prayer; and for that, bethink thee, house-tops are for none
but Jews." And the rough knight laughed heartily. "Nay, talking will
tire thee," he continued. "Take breath first. If my shield were at hand,
I would fan thee. Or wouldst thou prefer to sit? or better still, to lie
down? Do so, if thou wouldst truly oblige me; for, by my conscience, as
Cortes sweareth, I have not done testing thy knowledge of worthy things
outside the convent libraries. I will take thee into a new field, and
ask of the Moorish lays; for, as thou shouldst know, if thou dost not,
they have had their minstrels and heroes as fanciful and valiant as
infidels ever were; in truth, but little inferior to the best of old
Castile."

Olmedo attempted to speak.

"Open not thy mouth, father, except to breathe. I will talk until thy
tire is over. I was on the Moors. A fine race they were, bating always
their religion. Of their songs, thou hast probably heard that mournful
roundelay, the Loves of Gazul and Abindarraez; probably listened to
Tales of the Arabian Nights, or to verses celebrating the tournaments in
the Bivarrambla. Certainly, thou hast heard recitals of the rencontres,
scimitar in hand, between the Zegris and Abencerrages. By Sta. Agnes!
they have had warriors fit for the noblest songs. At least, father, thou
knowest--" He stopped abruptly, while a lad mounted the roof and
approached them, cap in hand.

"Excellent Señor, so it please thee, my master hath somewhat to say to
thee in his chamber below. And"--crossing himself to Olmedo--"if the
holy father will remember me in his next prayer, I will tell him that
Bernal Diaz is looking for him."

"Doth thy master want me also?"

"That is Diaz's massage."

"What can be in the wind now?" asked Alvarado, musingly.

"Hadst thou asked me that question--"

"Couldst thou have answered? Take the chance! What doth thy master
intend?"

"Look, Don Pedro, and thou, good father," replied the page; "look to the
top of yon pile so ridiculously called a temple of--"

"Speak it, as thou lovest me," cried Alvarado.

"Wilt thou pronounce it after me?"

"That will I; though, _cierto_, I will not promise my horse if I fail."

"_Huitzilpotchli_," said the boy, slowly.

"The saints defend us!" exclaimed the knight, crossing himself. "Where
didst thou get so foul a name?"

"Of the Doña Marina. Well, the Señor Hernan, my master, designeth
visiting those towers, and seeing what horrors they hold."

Olmedo's countenance became unusually grave. "Holy Mother, keep his
temper in check, that nothing rash be done!"

Alvarado received the news differently. "Thou art a good boy,
Orteguilla," he said. "I owe thee a ducat. Remind me of the debt when
next thou seest me with gold. _Espiritu Santo!_ Now will I take the rust
out of my knees, and the dull out of my head, and the spite from my
stomach! Now will I give my sword, that hath hungered so long, to
surfeit on the heart-eaters! _Bien Quisto!_ What jargon didst thou use a
moment ago when speaking of the temple?"

"_Huitzilpotchli_," said the boy, laughing.

"Murrain take the idol, if only for his name's sake! Come; we shall have
a good time."

The knight turned to descend. Orteguilla caught him by the mantle. "A
word, Don Pedro."

"_Picaro!_ A thousand of them, quickly!"

"Thou didst promise me a ducat--"

"Truly, and thou shalt have it. Only wait till the division cometh, and
thy master saith to me, 'Take thy share.'"

"Thou hearest, father?"

"How! Dost doubt me?"

The boy stepped back. "No. Alvarado's promise is good against the world.
But dost thou not think the Señor Hernan will attack the temple?"

"_Cierto_, with horse, foot, guns, Tlascalans, and all."

"He goeth merely on a visit, and by invitation of Montezuma, the king."

Olmedo's face relaxed, and he rubbed his hands; but the captain said,
dismally, "By invitation! _Picaro!_ Instead of the ducat, that for thy
news!" And he struck open-handedly at the page, but with such good-will
that the latter gave him wide margin the rest of the day.

CHAPTER V.

ALVARADO FINDS THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.

There was a bluster of trumpets and drums, and out of the main gate of
the palace in which he was lodged, under the eyes of a concourse of
spectators too vast to be nearly estimated, Cortes marched with the
greater part of his Christians. The column was spirited, even brilliant.
Good steeds had improved with rest; while good fare, not to speak of the
luxury of royal baths, had reconstituted both footmen and riders. At the
head, as guides, walked four commissioners of the king,--stately men,
gorgeous in _escaupiles_ and plumed helms.

The Spaniards were full of glee, vented broad exaggerations, and
manifested the abandon I have seen in sailors ashore the first time
after a long voyage.

"Be done, good horse!" said Sandoval to Motilla, whose blood warmed
under the outcry of trumpet and clarion. "Be done!"

Montejo laughed. "Chide her not! She feels the silver on her heels as a
fine lady the ribbons on her head."

"No," said Alvarado, laying his lance half in rest, "Motilla is a
Christian, and the scent of the pagan is in her nostrils."

"Up with thy lance, _Señor Capitan_! The guides, if they were to look
back, would leave us without so much as good day."

"_Cierto_, thou 'rt right! But how pleasant it would be to impale two of
them at once!"

"Such thy speculation? I cannot believe thee. I have been thy comrade
too long," said Leon, gravely.

Alvarado turned curtly, as if to say, "Explain thyself."

"The gold in their ears and on their wrists, Señor,--there were thine
eyes. And thou didst look as if summing up,--ear-rings, four; bracelets,
six; sundries, three; total, thirteen ounces pure. Confess thee, confess
thee!"

The laugh was loud and long.

I have already given the reader an idea of the _tianguez_, or market,
whither Cortes, by request, was first conducted. It is sufficient to say
now, that the exhibition of the jewellers attracted most attention; in
front of their booths many of the footmen actually broke ranks,
determined to satisfy themselves if all they there saw was indeed of the
royal metal. Years after, they vaunted the sight as something surpassing
all the cities of Europe could display.

Cortes occupied himself questioning the guides; for which purpose Marina
was brought forward. Nothing of importance escaped him.

At one of the corners, while the interpreter was in the midst of a
reply, Cortes' horse suddenly stopped, startled by an obstacle in the
way. Scarcely a lance-length off, pictures of terror, stood four slaves,
richly liveried, and bearing a palanquin crowned by a green _panache_.

"By Our Lady, I will see what is here contained!"

So saying, Alvarado spurred impetuously forward. The guides threw
themselves in his way; he nearly rode one of them down; and, laughing at
the fright of the slaves, he drew aside the curtain of the carriage, and
peered in.

"_Jesu!_" he cried, dropping the cloth, and reining his horse back.

"Hast thou the fiend there? Or only a woman?" asked Cortes.

"A paragon, an houri, your excellency! What a rude fellow I have been!
She is frightened. Come hither, Marina. Say to the girl--"

"Not now, not now!" said Cortes, abruptly. "If she is pretty, thou wilt
see her again."

Alvarado frowned.

"What! angry?" continued the general. "Out on thee, captain! How can an
untaught infidel, though paragon and houri, understand knightly phrases?
What the merit of an apology in her eyes? Pass on!"

"Perhaps thou 'rt right. Stand aside! Out of the way there!" And as if
to make amends, he cleared a passage for the slaves and their burden.

"To the devil all of ye!" he replied, to the laughter of his comrades.
"Ye did not see her, nor know ye if she is old or young, harridan or
angel."

From the market, the column marched back to the great temple, with
which, as it rose, broad and high, like a terraced hill, between the
palace they occupied and the sun at rising, they were somewhat familiar.
Yet, when fairly in view of the pile, Cortes called Olmedo to his side.

"I thank thee, Father Bartolomé. That thou art near, I feel better. A
good surcoat and shield, as thou knowest, give a soldier confidence in
battle; and so, as I come nigh yon abomination, full of bloody
mysteries, called worship, and carven stones, called gods,--may they be
accursed from the earth!--I am pleased to make use of thee and thy
holiness. Doubtless the air of the place is thick with sorceries and
evil charms; if so, thy crucifix hath more of safeguard than my sword.
Ride nearer, father, and hearken, that thou mayst answer what more I
have to say. Would not this pile look the better of a cross upon every
tower?"

"Thy zeal, my son, I commend, and thy question strictly hath but one
answer," Olmedo replied. "The impulse, moreover, is to do at once what
thou hast suggested. Roll away a stone, and in its bed plant a rose, and
the blooming will be never so sweet; and so, never looketh the cross so
beautiful as when it taketh the place of an idol. And for the conversion
of heathen, the Holy Mother careth not if the worship be under Christian
dome or in pagan chamber."

"Say'st thou so!" said Cortes, checking his horse. "By my conscience, I
will order a cross!"

"Be not so fast, I pray you. What armed hand now putteth up, armed hand
must keep; and that is war. May not the good end be reached without such
resort? In my judgment we should first consult the heathen king. How
knowest thou that he is not already inclined to Christian ways? Let us
ask him."

Cortes relaxed the rein, and rode on convinced.

Through the gate of the _coatapantli_, amid much din and clangor, the
entire column entered the yard of the temple. On a pavement,
glassy-smooth, and spotless as a good housewife's floor, the horsemen
dismounted, and the footmen stood at rest. Then Cortes, with his
captains and Marina, approached the steps, where he was received by some
pabas, who offered to carry him to the _azoteas_,--a courtesy he
declined with many protestations of thanks.

At the top, under a green canopy, and surrounded by courtiers and
attendants, Montezuma stood, in the robes of a priest, and with only his
sceptre to indicate his royalty.

"You have my welcome, Malinche. The ascent is wearisome. Where are the
pabas whom I sent to assist you?"

The monarch's simple dignity affected his visitors, Cortes as much as
the others.

"I accept thy welcome, good king," he replied, after the interpretation.
"Assure thyself that it is given to a friend. The priests proffered
their service as you directed; they said your custom was to be carried
up the steps, which I grant accords with a sovereign, but not with a
warrior, who should be superior to fatigue."

To favor a view of the city, which was after a while suggested, the
king conducted Cortes to the southern side of the _azoteas_, where were
also presented a great part of the lake, bordered with white towns, and
the valley stretching away to the purple sierras. The train followed
them with mats and stools, and erected the canopy to intercept the sun;
and thus at ease, the host explained, and the guest listened. Often,
during the descriptions, the monarch's eyes rested wistfully on his
auditor's face; what he sought, we can imagine; but well I ween there
was more revelation in a cloudy sky than in that bloodless countenance.
The demeanor of the Spaniard was courtierly; he failed not to follow
every gesture of the royal hand; and if the meaning of what he heard was
lost because of the strange language, the voice was not. In the low, sad
intonations, unmarked by positive emphasis, he divined more than the
speaker read in his face,--a soul goodly in all but its irresolution. If
now and then the grave attention relaxed, or the eye wandered from the
point indicated, it was because the city and lake, and the valley to the
mountains, were, in the visitor's mind, more a military problem than a
picture of power or beauty.

The interview was at length interrupted. Two great towers crowned the
broad _azoteas_ of the temple, one dedicated to Tezca', the other to
Huitzil'. Out of the door of the latter issued a procession of pabas,
preceded by boys swinging censers, the smoke of which was sickening
sweet. Tlalac, the _teotuctli_, came last, walking slowly, bareheaded,
barefooted, his gown trailing behind him, its sleeves and front, like
his hands and face, red with the blood of recent sacrifice. While the
gloomy train gathered about the astonished Christians, the heathen
pontiff, as if unconscious of their presence, addressed himself to the
king. His words were afterwards translated by Marina.

"To your application, O king, there is no answer. What you do will be
of your own inspiration. The victims are removed; the servants of the
god, save whom you see, are in their cells. If such be thy will, the
chamber is ready for the strangers."

Montezuma sat a moment hesitant, his color coming and going; then,
feeling the gaze of his guest upon him, he arose, and said kindly, but
with dignity, "It is well. I thank you." Turning to Cortes, he
continued, "If you will go with me, Malinche, I will show you our god,
and the place in which we celebrate his worship. I will explain our
religion, and you may explain yours. Only give me respect for respect."

Bowing low, Cortes replied, "I will go with thee, and thou shalt suffer
no wrong from the confidence. The hand or tongue that doeth grievance to
anything pertaining to thy god or his worship shall repeat it never."
The last sentence was spoken with a raised voice, and a glance to the
captains around; then, observing the frowns with which some of them
received the notice, he added, almost without a pause, to Olmedo, "What
saith the Church of Christ?"

"That thou hast spoken well, for this time," answered the priest,
kissing the crucifix chained to his girdle. "Go on. I will go with
thee."

Then they followed the king into the sanctuary, leaving the _teotuctli_
and his train on the _azoteas_.

I turn gladly from that horrible chamber. With quite as much
satisfaction, I turn from the conversation of the king and Cortes. Not
even the sweet voice of Marina could make the Aztec theogony clear, or
the Catholic commentary of the Spaniard interesting.

Alvarado approached the turret door with loathing. Staggered by the
stench that smote him from within, he stopped a moment. Orteguilla, the
page, pulled his mantle, and said, "I have news for thee. Wilt thou
hear?"

"_Picaro!_ To-morrow, if the Mother doth spare me so long, I will give
thee a lash for every breath of this sin-laden air thou makest me draw
with open mouth. As thou lovest life, speak, and have done!"

"What if I bring thee a message of love?"

"If thou couldst bring me such a message from a comely Christian maiden,
I would kiss thee, lad."

Orteguilla held out an exquisite _ramillete_. "Seest thou this? If thou
carest and wilt follow me, I will show thee an infidel to swear by
forever."

"Give me the flowers, and lead me to the infidel. If thou speakest
truly, thy fortune is made; if thou liest, I will fling thee from the
temple."

He turned from the door, and was conducted to the shade of the turret of
Tezca'.

"I was loitering after the tall priest, the one with the bloody face and
hands,--what a monster he is!" said the page, crossing himself,--"when a
slave came in my way, offering some flowers, and making signs. I spoke
to him. 'What do you want?' 'Here is a message from the princess
Nenetzin.' 'Who is she?' 'Daughter of the great king.' 'Well, what did
she say?' 'She bade me'--and, _señor capitan_, these are almost his
words,--'she bade me give these flowers to one of the _teules_, that he
might give them to _Tonatiah_, him with the red beard.' I took the
present, and asked, 'What does the princess say to the _Tonatiah_?' 'Let
him read the flowers,' the fellow answered. I remembered then that it is
a custom of this people to send messages in that form. I asked him where
his mistress was; he told me, and I went to see her."

"What of her? Is she handsome?"

"Here she is; judge thou."

"Holy Mother! 'Tis the girl I so frightened on the street. She is the
pearl of the valley, the light of the world!" exclaimed Alvarado. "Stay
thou, sir page. Interpret for me. I will speak to her."

"Simply, then. Thou knowest I am not so good an Aztec as Marina."

Nenetzin was sitting in the shade of the turret. Apart several paces
stood her carriage-bearers. Her garments of finest cotton, white as
snow, were held close to her waist by a green sash. Her
ornaments--necklace, bracelets, and anklets--were of gold, enriched by
_chalchuites_. Softest sandals protected her feet; and the long scarf,
heavy with embroidery, and half covering her face, fell from her head to
the mat of scarlet feathers upon which she was sitting.

When the tall Spaniard, in full armor, except the helmet, stopped thus
suddenly before her, the large eyes dilated, the blood left her cheeks,
and she shrank almost to the roof. Was it not as if the dream, so
strange in the coming, had vitalized its subject, and sent it to her, a
Fate the more irresistible because of its peculiarities,--the blue eyes,
the forehead womanly white, the hair long and waving, the beard dyed,
apparently, in the extremest brightness of the sun,--all so unheard of
among the brown and olive children of Anahuac? And what if the Fate had
come demandingly? Refuse! Can the chrysalis, joyous in the beauty of
wings just perfected, refuse the sun?

The cavalier could not mistake the look with which she regarded him. In
pity for her fear, in admiration of her beauty, in the native gallantry
of his soul, he knelt, and took her hand, and kissed it; then, giving it
back, and looking into her face with an expression as unmistakable as
her own, he said,--

"My beautiful princess must not be afraid. I would die sooner than harm
her."

While the page interpreted, as best he could, the captain smiled so
winsomely that she sat up, and listened with a smile in return. She was
won, and shall we say lost? The future comes rapidly now to answer for
itself.

"Here is the message," Alvarado continued, "which I could not read; but
if it meant to tell me of love, what better can I than give it back to
tell the same story for me?"

He kissed the flowers, and laid them before her. Picking them up, she
said, with a laugh, "_Tonatiah_ is a poet,--a god and a poet."

He heard the interpretation, and spoke again, without relaxing his
ardent gaze.

"_Jesu Christo!_ That one so beautiful should be an infidel! She shall
not be,--by the holy sepulchre, she shall not! Here, lad, take off the
chain which is about my neck. It hath an iron crucifix, the very same my
mother--rested be her soul!--gave me, with her blessing and prayer, what
time I last bade her farewell."

Orteguilla took off the chain and crucifix, and put them in the
cavalier's hand.

"Will my beautiful princess deign to receive these gifts from me, her
slave forever? And in my presence will she put them on? And for my sake,
will she always wear them? They have God's blessing, which cannot be
better bestowed."

Instead of laying the presents down to be taken or not, this time he
held them out to her directly; and she took them, and, childlike, hung
them around her neck. In the act, the scarf fell, and left bare her head
and face. He saw the glowing countenance, and was about to speak
further, when Orteguilla stopped him.

"Moderate thyself, I pray thee, Don Pedro. Look at the hounds; they are
closing us in. The way to the turret is already cut off. Have a care, I
pray!"

The tone of alarm had instant effect.

"How! Cut off, say'st thou, lad?" And Alvarado sprang up, his hand upon
his sword. He swept the circle with a falcon's glance; then turning once
more to the girl, he said, resuming the tenderness of voice and manner,
"By what name may I know my love hereafter?"

"Nenetzin,--the princess Nenetzin."

"Then farewell, Nenetzin. Ill betide the man or fortune that keepeth
thee from me hereafter! May I forfeit life, and the Holy Mother's love,
if I see thee not again! Farewell."

He kissed his mailed hand to her, and, facing the array of scowling
pabas, strode to them, and through their circle, with a laugh of
knightly scorn.

At the door of the turret of Huitzil' he said to the page, "The love of
yon girl, heathen no longer, but Christian, by the cross she
weareth,--her love, and the brightness of her presence, for the foulness
and sin of this devil's den,--what an exchange! _Valgame Dios!_ Thou
shalt have the ducat. She is the glory of the world!"

CHAPTER VI.

THE IRON CROSS.

"My lord Maxtla, go see if there be none coming this way now."

And while the chief touched the ground with his palm, the king added, as
to himself, and impatiently, "Surely it is time."

"Of whom speak you?" asked Cuitlahua, standing by. Only the brother
would have so presumed.

The monarch looked into the branches of the cypress-tree above him; he
seemed holding the words in ear, while he followed a thought.

They were in the grove of Chapultepec at the time. About them were the
famous trees, apparently old as the hill itself, with trunks so massive
that they had likeness to things of cunning labor, products of some
divine art. The sun touched them here and there with slanting yellow
rays, by contrast deepening the shadows that purpled the air. From the
gnarled limbs the gray moss drooped, like listless drapery. Nesting
birds sang from the topmost boughs, and parrots, flitting to and fro,
lit the gloaming with transient gleams of scarlet and gold: yet the
effect of the place was mysterious; the hush of the solitude softened
reflection into dreaming; the silence was a solemn presence in which
speech sunk to a whisper, and laughter would have been profanation. In
such primeval temples men walk with Time, as in paradise Adam walked
with God.

"I am waiting for the lord Hualpa," the king at last replied, turning
his sad eyes to his brother's face.

"Hualpa!" said Cuitlahua, marvelling, as well he might, to find the
great king waiting for the merchant's son, so lately a simple hunter.

"Yes. He serves me in an affair of importance. His appointment was for
noon; he tarries, I fear, in the city. Next time I will choose an older
messenger."

The manner of the explanation was that of one who has in mind something
of which he desires to speak, yet doubts the wisdom of speaking. So the
cacique seemed to understand, for he relapsed into silence, while the
monarch again looked upwards. Was the object he studied in the sky or in
his heart?

Maxtla returned; saluting, he said, "The lake is thronged with canoes, O
king, but none come this way."

The sadness of the royal face deepened.

"Montezuma, my brother," said Cuitlahua.

"Well."

"Give me a moment's audience."

"Certainly. The laggard comes not; the rest of the day is yours." And to
Maxtla he said, "In the palace are the queens, and the princesses Tula
and Nenetzin. Inform them that I am coming."

When the chief was gone, the monarch turned to Cuitlahua, smiling: "Yes,
the rest of the day is yours, and the night also; for I must wait for
the merchant's son; and our mother, were she here, would say it was good
of you to share my waiting."

The pleasantry and the tender allusion were hardly observed by the
cacique. "I wished to call your attention to Iztlil', the Tezcucan," he
said, gravely.

"Iztlil'? what of him now?"

"Trouble. What else can come of him? Last night at the house of Xoli,
the Chalcan, he drank too much _pulque_, quarrelled with the good man's
guests, and abused everybody loyal,--abused you, my brother. I sent a
servant to watch him. You must know--if not, you should--that all
Tenochtitlan believes the Tezcucan to be in alliance with Malinche and
his robbers."

"Robbers!" said Montezuma, starting.

The cacique went on. "That he has corresponded with the Tlascalans is
well understood. Only last night he spoke of a confederacy of tribes and
cities to overturn the Empire."

"Goes he so far?" exclaimed the king, now very attentive.

"He is a traitor!" replied Cuitlahua, emphatically. "So I sent a servant
to follow him. From the Chalcan's, he was seen go to the gates of the
palace of Axaya'. Malinche received him. He is there now."

The two were silent awhile, the cacique observing the king, the king
gazing upon the ground.

"Well," said the latter, at length, "is that all?"

"Is it not enough?"

"You are right. He must be arrested. Keep close watch on the gates of
the palace, and upon his coming out, seize him, and put him safely away
in the temple."

"But if he comes not out?"

"To-morrow, at noon, if he be yet within, go to Malinche and demand him.
Here is your authority."

At that, the monarch took from a finger of his left hand a ring of gold,
set with an oval green malachite, on which his likeness was exquisitely
cut.

"But," said the other, while the royal hand was outstretched, "if
Malinche refuses your demand?"

"Then--then--" And the speaker paused so long that his indecision was
apparent.

"Behind the refusal,--see you what lies there?" asked Cuitlahua,
bluntly.

The king reflected.

"Is it not war?" the cacique persisted.

The hand fell down, and closed upon the signet.

"The demand is just, and will not be refused. Take the ring, my brother;
we will at least test Malinche's disposition. Say to him that the lord
Iztlil' is a traitor; that he is conspiring against me; and that I
require his person for punishment. So say to him; but go not yet. The
messenger I await may bring me something to make your mission
unnecessary."

The cacique smiled grimly. "If the Tezcucan is guilty, so is Malinche,"
he said. "Is it well to tell him what you know?"

"Yes. He will then be careful; at least, he will not be deceived."

"Be it so," said Cuitlahua, taking the ring. "I will bring you his
answer; then--"

"Well?"

"Bear with me, O king. The subject I now wish to speak of is a tender
one, though I know not why. To win the good-will of the Tezcucan, was
not Guatamozin, our nephew, banished the city?"

"Well?"

"Now that the Tezcucan is lost, why should not the 'tzin return? He is a
happy man, O my brother, who discovers an enemy; happier is he who, at
the same time, discovers a friend."

Montezuma studied the cacique's face, then, with his eyes upon the
ground, walked on. Cuitlahua went with him. Past the great trees, under
the gray moss, up the hill to the summit, and along the summit to the
verge of the rocky bluff, they went. At the king's side, when he
stopped, was a porphyritic rock, bearing, in bas-relief, his own image,
and that of his father. Below him, westwardly, spread the placid lake;
above it, the setting sun; in its midst, a fair child on a fair mother's
breast, Tenochtitlan.

"See! a canoe goes swiftly round yon _chinampa_; now it outstrips its
neighbors, and turns this way. How the slaves bend to the paddles! My
laggards at last!"

The king, while speaking, rubbed his hands gleefully. For the time,
Cuitlahua and his question were forgotten.

"The lord Hualpa has company," observed the brother, quietly.

"Yes. Io'."

Another spell of silence, during which both watched the canoe.

"Come, let us to the palace. Lingering here is useless." And with
another look to the city and lake, and a last one at the speeding
vessel, yet too far off to be identified, the king finally turned away.
And Guatamozin was still an exile.

Tecalco and Acatlan, the queens, and Tula, and their attendants, sitting
on the _azoteas_ of the ancient house, taking the air of the declining
day, arose to salute the monarch and his brother. The latter took the
hand of each, saying, "The gods of our fathers be good to you." Tula's
forehead he touched with his lips. His countenance, like his figure and
nature, Indian in type, softened somewhat under her glance. He knew her
sorrow, and in sympathy thought of the 'tzin, and of the petition in his
behalf, as yet unanswered.

"All are not here, one is absent,--Nenetzin. Where is she? I may not
sleep well without hearing her laugh once more."

Acatlan said, "You are very good, my lord, to remember my child. She
chose to remain below."

"She is not sick, I hope."

"Not sick, yet not well."

"Ah! the trouble is of the mind, perhaps. How old is she now."

"Old enough to be in love, if that is your meaning."

Cuitlahua smiled. "That is not a sickness, but a happiness; so, at
least, the minstrels say."

"What ails Nenetzin?" asked the king.

Acatlan cast down her eyes, and hesitated.

"Speak! What ails her?"

"I hardly know. She hardly knows herself," the queen answered. "If I am
to believe what she tells me, the lord Cuitlahua is right; she is in
love."

"With Tula, I suppose," said the king, laughing.

"Would it were! She says her lover is called _Tonatiah_. Much I fear,
however, that what she thinks love is really a delusion, wrought by
magic. She is not herself. When did Malinche go to the temple?"

"Four days ago," the king replied.

"Well, the _teule_ met her there, and spoke to her, and gave her a
present. Since that, like a child, she has done little else than play
with the trinket."

Montezuma became interested. He seated himself, and asked, "You said the
spell proceeds from the present: why do you think so?"

"The giver said the gift was a symbol of his religion, and whoever wore
it became of his faith, and belonged to his god."

"Mictlan!" muttered Cuitlahua.

"Strange! what is the thing?" the king persisted.

"Something of unknown metal, white, like silver, about a hand in length,
and attached to a chain."

"Of unknown metal,--a symbol of religion! Where is the marvel now?"

"Around the child's neck, where I believe it has been since she came
from the temple. Once she allowed me to see if I could tell what the
metal was, but only for a moment, and then her eyes never quit me. She
sits hours by herself, with the bauble clasped in both hands, and sighs,
and mopes, and has no interest in what used to please her most."

The king mused awhile. The power of the strangers was very great; what
if the gift was the secret of the power?

"Go, Acatlan," he said, "and call Nenetzin. See that she brings the
charm with her."

Then he arose, and began moodily to walk. Cuitlahua talked with Tecalco
and Tula. The hour was very pleasant. The sun, lingering above the
horizon, poured a flood of brilliance upon the hill and palace, and over
the flowers, trailing vines, and dwarfed palm and banana trees, with
which the _azoteas_ was provided.

Upon the return of the queen with Nenetzin, the king resumed his seat.
The girl knelt before him, her face very pale, her eyes full of tears.
So lately a child, scarce a woman, yet so weighted with womanly griefs,
the father could not view her except with compassion; so he raised her,
and, holding her hand, said, "What is this I hear, Nenetzin? Yesterday I
was thinking of sending you to school. Nowadays lovers are very
exacting; they require of their sweethearts knowledge as well as beauty;
but you outrun my plans, you have a lover already. Is it so?"

Nenetzin looked down, blushing.

"And no common lover either," continued the king. "Not a 'tzin, or a
cacique, or a governor; not a lord or a prince,--a god! Brave child!"

Still Nenetzin was silent.

"You cannot call your lover by name, nor speak to him in his language;
nor can he speak to you in yours. Talking by signs must be tedious for
the uses of love, which I understand to be but another name for
impatience; yet you are far advanced; you have seen your beloved, talked
with him, and received--what?"

Nenetzin clasped the iron cross upon her breast firmly,--not as a good
Catholic, seeking its protection; for she would have laid the same hands
on Alvarado rather than Christ,--and for the first time she looked in
the questioner's face straight and fearlessly. A moment he regarded her;
in the moment his smile faded away; and for her it came never
again--never.

"Give me what you have there," he said sternly, extending his hand.

"It is but a simple present," she said, holding back.

"No, it has to do with religion, and that not of our fathers."

"It is mine," she persisted, and the queen mother turned pale at sight
of her firmness.

"The child is bewitched," interposed Cuitlahua.

"And for that I should have the symbol. Obey me, or--"

Awed by the look, now dark with anger, Nenetzin took the chain from her
neck, and put the cross in his hand. "There! I pray you, return them to
me."

Now, the cross, as a religious symbol, was not new to the monarch; in
Cozumel it was an object of worship; in Tabasco it had been reverenced
for ages as emblematic of the God of Rain; in Palenque, the Palmyra of
the New World, it is sculptured on the fadeless walls, and a child held
up to adore it (in the same picture) proves its holy character; it was
not new to the heathen king; but the cross of Christ was; and singularly
enough, he received the latter for the first time with no thought of
saving virtues, but as a problem in metallurgy.

"To-morrow I will send the trinkets to the jewellers," he said, after
close examination. "They shall try them in the fire. Strange, indeed,
if, in all my dominions, they do not find whereof they are made."

He was about to pass the symbol to Maxtla, when a messenger came up, and
announced the lord Hualpa and the prince Io'. Instantly, the cross, and
Nenetzin, and her tears and troubles, vanished out of his mind.

CHAPTER VII.

THE CHRISTIANS IN THE TOILS.

"Let the _azoteas_ be cleared of all but my family. You, my brother, will
remain."

So saying, the king arose, and began walking again. As he did so, the
cross slipped from his fingers, and fell, ringing sharply upon the roof.
Nenetzin sprang forward and picked the symbol up.

"Now, call the messengers."

When the chief was gone, the monarch stepped to Cuitlahua, and, laying a
hand upon his arm, said, "At last, O brother, at last! The time so long
prayed for is come. The enemy is in the snare, and he is mine. So the
god of our fathers has promised. The messengers bring me his permission
to make war."

"At last! Praised be Huitzil'!" exclaimed Cuitlahua, with upraised hands
and eyes.

"Praised be Huitzil'!" cried Tula, with equal fervor.

"Malinche began his march to Tenochtitlan against my order, which, for a
purpose, I afterwards changed to invitation. Since that, my people, my
army, the lords, the pabas, the Empire, have upbraided me for weakness.
I only bided my time, and the assent of Huitzil'. And the result? The
palace of Axaya' shall be the tomb of the insolent strangers."

As he spoke, the monarch's bosom swelled with the old warrior spirit.

"You would have had me go meet Malinche, and in the open field array my
people to be trodden down by his beasts of war. Now, ours is the
advantage. We will shut him in with walls of men as well as of houses.
Over them he may ride, but the first bridge will be the end of his
journey; it will be raised. Mictlan take our legions, if they cannot
conquer him at last!"

He laughed scornfully.

"In the temples are seventy thousand fighting men, gathered unknown to
all but Tlalac. They are tired of their prison, and cry for freedom and
battle. Two other measures taken, and the war begins,--only two.
Malinche has no stores; he is dependent upon me for to-morrow's bread.
What if I say, not a grain of corn, not a mouthful of meat shall pass
his palace gate? As to the other step,--what if I bid you raise the
bridges? What then? His beasts must starve; so must his people, unless
they can fly. Let him use his engines of fire; the material he serves
them with cannot last always, so that want will silence them also. The
measures depend on my word, which, by the blessing of Huitzil', I will
speak, and"--

"When?" asked Cuitlahua, earnestly.

"To-morrow--"

"The day,--O my kingly brother!--the day will be memorable in Anahuac
forever!"

The monarch's eyes flashed with evil fire. "It shall be so. Part of the
invaders will not content me; none shall escape,--not one! In the world
shall not one be left!"

All present listened eagerly. Nenetzin alone gave no sign of feeling,
though she heard every word.

The couriers now appeared. Over their uniforms was the inevitable
_nequen_. Instead of helms, they wore broad bands, ornamented with
plumes and brilliants. At their backs hung their shields. The prince,
proud and happy, kissed his mother's hand, and nodded to the sisters.
Hualpa went to the king, and knelt in salute.

"I have been waiting since noon," said Montezuma, coldly.

"We pray your pardon, O king, good master. The fault was not ours. Since
yesterday at noon we have not ate or drank or slept; neither have we
been out of the great temple, except to embark and come here, which was
with all possible speed."

"It is well. Arise! What says the god?"

Every ear was strained to hear.

"We followed your orders in all things, O king. In the temple we found
the _teotuctli_, and the pabas of the city, with many from Tezcuco and
Cholula."

"Saw you Mualox, of the old Cû of Quetzal'?"

"Mualox was not there."

The king waved his hand.

"We presented ourselves to the _teotuctli_, and gave him your message;
in proof of our authority, we showed him the signet, which we now
return."

The seal was taken in silence.

"In presence, then, of all the pabas, the sacrifices were begun. I
counted the victims,--nine hundred in all. The afternoon and night, and
to-day, to the time of our departure, the service lasted. The sound of
prayer from the holy men was unintermitted and loud. I looked once to
the palace of Axaya', and saw the _azoteas_ crowded with the strangers
and their Tlascalans."

The king and the lord Cuitlahua exchanged glances of satisfaction.

"At last the labors of the _teotuctli_ were rewarded. I saw him tear a
heart from a victim's breast, and study the signs; then, with a loud
cry, he ran and flung the heart into the fire before the altar of
Huitzil'; and all there joined in the cry, which was of rejoicing, and
washed their hands in the blood. The holy man then came to me, and said,
'Say to Montezuma, the wise king, that Huitzil', the Supreme God, has
answered, and bids him begin the war. Say to him, also, to be of cheer;
for the land shall be delivered from the strangers, and the strangers
shall be delivered to him, in trust for the god.' Then he stood in the
door of the sanctuary, and made proclamation of the divine will. And
that was all, O king."

"To Huitzil' be the praise!" exclaimed the king, piously.

"And to Montezuma the glory!" said Cuitlahua.

And the queens and Tula kissed the monarch's hand, and at his feet Io'
knelt, and laid his shield, saying,--

"A favor, O king, a favor!"

"Well."

"Let not my years be counted, but give me a warrior's part in the sacred
war."

And Cuitlahua went to the suppliant, and laid a hand upon his head, and
said, his massive features glowing with honest pride, "It was well
spoken, O my brother, well spoken. The blood and spirit of our race will
survive us. I, the oldest, rejoice, and, with the youngest, pray; give
us each to do a warrior's part."

Brighter grew the monarch's eyes.

"Your will be done," he said to Io'. "Arise!" Then looking toward the
sun, he added, with majestic fervor, "The inspiration is from you, O
holy gods! strengthen it, I pray, and help him in the way he would go."
A moment after, he turned to Cuitlahua, "My brother, have your wish
also. I give you the command. You have my signet already. To-morrow the
drum of Huitzil' will be beaten. At the sound, let the bridges next the
palace of Axaya' on all the causeways be taken up. Close the market
to-night. Supplies for one day more Malinche may have, and that is all.
Around the _teocallis_, in hearing of a shell, are ten thousand
warriors; take them, and, after the beating of the drum, see that the
strangers come not out of the palace, and that nothing goes through its
gates for them. But until the signal, let there be friendship and
perfect peace. And"--he looked around slowly and solemnly--"what I have
here spoken is between ourselves and the gods."

And Cuitlahua knelt and kissed his hand, in token of loyalty.

While the scene was passing, as the only one present not of the royal
family, Hualpa stood by, with downcast eyes; and as he listened to the
brave words of the king, involving so much of weal or woe to the realm,
he wondered at the fortune which had brought him such rich confidence,
not as the slow result of years of service, but, as it were, in a day.
Suddenly, the monarch turned to him.

"Thanks are not enough, lord Hualpa, for the report you bring. As a
messenger between me and the mighty Huitzil', you shall have reason to
rejoice with us. Lands and rank you have, and a palace; now,"--a smile
broke through his seriousness,--"now I will give you a wife. Here she
is." And to the amazement of all, he pointed to Nenetzin. "A wild bird,
by the Sun! What say you, lord Hualpa? Is she not beautiful? Yet," he
became grave in an instant, "I warn you that she is self-willed, and
spoiled, and now suffers from a distemper which she fancies to be love.
I warn you, lest one of the enemy, of whom we were but now talking, lure
her from you, as he seems to have lured her from us and our gods. To
save her, and place her in good keeping, as well as to bestow a proper
reward, I will give her to you for wife."

Tecalco looked at Acatlan, who governed her feelings well; possibly she
was satisfied, for the waywardness of the girl had, of late, caused her
anxiety, while, if not a prince, like Cacama, Hualpa was young, brave,
handsome, ennobled, and, as the proposal itself proved, on the high road
to princely honors. Tula openly rejoiced; so did Io'. The lord Cuitlahua
was indifferent; his new command, and the prospects of the morrow, so
absorbed him that a betrothal or a wedding was a trifle. As for Hualpa,
it was as if the flowery land of the Aztec heaven had opened around him.
He was speechless; but in the step half taken, his flushed face, his
quick breathing, Nenetzin read all he could have said, and more; and so
he waited a sign from her,--a sign, though but a glance or a motion of
the lip or hand. And she gave him a smile,--not like that the bold
Spaniard received on the temple, nor warm, as if prompted by the loving
soul,--a smile, witnessed by all present, and by all accepted as her
expression of assent.

"I will give her to you for wife," the monarch repeated, slowly and
distinctly. "This is the betrothal; the wedding shall be when the war is
over, when not a white-faced stranger is left in all my domain."

While yet he spoke, Nenetzin ran to her mother, and hid her face in her
bosom.

"Listen further, lord Hualpa," said the king. "In the great business of
to-morrow I give you a part. At daylight return to the temple, and
remain there in the turret where hangs the drum of Huitzil'. Io' will
come to you about noon, with my command; then, if such be its effect,
with your own hand give the signal for which the lord Cuitlahua will be
waiting. Strike so as to be heard by the city, and by the cities on the
shores of the lake. Afterwards, with Io', go to the lord Cuitlahua. Here
is the signet again. The _teotuctli_ may want proof of your authority."

Hualpa, kneeling to receive the seal, kissed the monarch's hand.

"And now," the latter said, addressing himself to Cuitlahua, "the
interview is ended. You have much to do. Go. The gods keep you."

Hualpa, at last released, went and paid homage to his betrothed, and was
made still more happy by her words, and the congratulations of the
queens.

Tula alone lingered at the king's side, her large eyes fixed appealingly
on his face.

"What now, Tula?" he asked, tenderly.

And she answered, "You have need, O king and good father, of faithful,
loving warriors. I know of one. He should be here, but is not. Of
to-morrow, its braveries and sacrifices, the minstrels will sing for
ages to come; and the burden of their songs will be how nobly the people
fought, and died, and conquered for you. Shall the opportunity be for
all but him? Do not so wrong yourself, be not so cruel to--to me," she
said, clasping her hands.

His look of tenderness vanished, and he walked away, and from the
parapet of the _azoteas_ gazed long and fixedly, apparently observing
the day dying in the west, or the royal gardens that stretched out of
sight from the base of the castled hill.

She waited expectantly, but no answer came,--none ever came.

And when, directly, she joined the group about Nenetzin and Hualpa, and
leaned confidingly upon Io', she little thought that his was the shadow
darkening her love; that the dreamy monarch, looking forward to the
succession, saw, in the far future, a struggle for the crown between the
prince and the 'tzin; that for the former hope there was not, except in
what might now be done; and that yet there was not hope, if the
opportunities of war were as open to the one as to the other. So the
exile continued.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE IRON CROSS COMES BACK TO ITS GIVER.

Admitting that the intent with which the Spaniards came to Tenochtitlan
took from them the sanctity accorded by Christians to guests, and at the
same time justified any measure in prevention,--a subject belonging to
the casuist rather than the teller of a story,--their situation has now
become so perilous, and possibly so interesting to my sympathetic
reader, that he may be anxious to enter the old palace, and see what
they are doing.

The dull report of the evening gun had long since spent itself over the
lake, and along the gardened shores. So, too, mass had been said in the
chapel, newly improvised, and very limited for such high ceremony; yet,
as Father Bartolomé observed, roomy enough for prayer and penitence. Nor
had the usual precautions against surprise been omitted; on the
contrary, extra devices in that way had been resorted to; the guards had
been doubled; the horses stood caparisoned; by the guns at the gates
low fires were burning, to light, in an instant, the matches of the
gunners; and at intervals, under cover of the walls, lay or lounged
detachments of both Christians and Tlascalans, apparently told off for
battle. A yell without or a shot within, and the palace would bristle
with defenders. A careful captain was Cortes.

In his room, once the audience-chamber of the kings, paced the stout
_conquistador_. He was alone, and, as usual, in armor, except of the
head and hands. On a table were his helm, iron gloves, and battle-axe,
fair to view, as was the chamber, in the cheerful, ruddy light of a
brazen lamp. As he walked, he used his sword for staff; and its clang,
joined to the sharp concussion of the sollerets smiting the tessellated
floor at each step, gave notice in the adjoining chamber, and out in the
_patio_, that the general--or, as he was more familiarly called, the
Señor Hernan--was awake and uncommonly restless. After a while the
curtains of the doorway parted, and Father Bartolomé entered without
challenge. The good man was clad in a cassock of black serge, much
frayed, and girt to the waist by a leathern belt, to which hung an ivory
cross, and a string of amber beads. At sight of him, Cortes halted, and,
leaning on his sword, said, "Bring thy bones here, father; or, if such
womanly habit suit thee better, rest them on the settle yonder. Anyhow,
thou'rt welcome. I assure thee of the fact in advance of thy report."

"Thank thee, Señor," he replied. "The cross, as thou mayst have heard,
is proverbially heavy; but its weight is to the spirit, not the body,
like the iron with which thou keep'st thyself so constantly clothed. I
will come and stand by thee, especially as my words must be few, and to
our own ears."

He went near, and continued in a low voice, and rapidly, "A deputation,
appointed to confer with thee, is now coming. I sounded the men. I told
them our condition; how we are enclosed in the city, dependent upon an
inconstant king for bread, without hope of succor, without a road of
retreat. Following thy direction, I drew the picture darkly. Very soon
they began asking, 'What think'st thou ought to be done?' As agreed
between us, I suggested the seizure of Montezuma. They adopted the idea
instantly; and, that no consideration like personal affection for the
king may influence thee to reject the proposal, the deputation cometh,
with Diaz del Castillo at the head."

A gleam of humor twinkled in Cortes's eyes.

"Art sure they do not suspect me as the author of the scheme?"

"They will urge it earnestly as their own, and support it with arguments
which"--the father paused a moment--"I am sure thou wilt find
irresistible."

Cortes raised himself from the sword, and indulged a laugh while he
crossed the room and returned.

"I thank thee, father," he said, resuming his habitual gravity. "So men
are managed; nothing more simple, if we do but know how. The project
hath been in my mind since we left Tlascala; but, as thou know'st, I
feared it might be made of account against me with our imperial master.
Now, it cometh back as business of urgency to the army, to which men
think I cannot say nay. Let them come; I am ready."

He began walking again, thumping the floor with his sword, while Olmedo
took possession of a bench by the table. Presently, there was heard at
the door the sound of many feet, which you may be sure were not those of
slippered damsels; for, at the bidding of Cortes, twelve soldiers came
in, followed by several officers, and after them yet other soldiers. The
general went to the table and seated himself. They ranged themselves
about him, standing.

And for a time the chamber went back to its primitive use; but what were
the audiences of Axaya' compared with this? Here was no painted cotton,
or feather-work gaudy with the spoils of humming-birds and parrots: in
their stead, the gleam and lustre blent with the brown of iron. One such
Christian warrior was worth a hundred heathen chiefs. So thought Cortes,
as he glanced at the faces before him, bearded, mustachioed, and shaded
down to the eyes by well-worn morions.

"Good evening, gentlemen and soldiers," he said, kindly, but without a
bow. "This hath the appearance of business."

Diaz advanced a step, and replied,--

"Señor, we are a deputation from the army, appointed to beg attention to
a matter which to us looketh serious; enough so, at least, to justify
this appearance. We have been, and are, thy faithful soldiers, in whom
thou mayst trust to the death, as our conduct all the way from the coast
doth certify. Nor do we come to complain; on that score be at rest. But
we are men of experience; a long campaign hath given us eyes to see and
ability to consider a situation; while we submit willingly to all thy
orders, trusting in thy superior sense, we yet think thou wilt not take
it badly, nor judge us wanting in discipline and respect, if we venture
the opinion that, despite the courtesies and fair seeming of the
unbelieving king, Montezuma, we are, in fact, cooped up in this strong
city as in a cage."

"I see the business already," said Cortes; "and, by my conscience! ye
are welcome to help me consider it. Speak out, Bernal Diaz."

"Thank thee, Señor. The question in our minds is, What shall be done
next? We know that but few things bearing anywise upon our expedition
escape thy eyes, and that of what is observed by thee nothing is
forgotten; therefore, what I wish, first, is to refer some points to thy
memory. When we left Cuba, we put ourselves in the keeping of the Holy
Virgin, without any certain purpose. We believed there was in this
direction somewhere a land peopled and full of gold for the finding. Of
that we were assured when we set out from the coast to come here. And
now that we are come, safe from so many dangers, and hardships, and
battles, we think it no shame to admit that we were not prepared for
what we find, so far doth the fact exceed all our imaginings; neither
can we be charged justly with weakness or fear, if we all desire to know
whether the expedition is at an end, and whether the time hath arrived
to collect our gains, and divide them, and set our faces homeward. There
are in the army some who think that time come; but I, and my associates
here, are not of that opinion. We believe with Father Olmedo, that God
and the Holy Mother brought us to this land, and that we are their
instruments; and that, in reward for our toils, and for setting up the
cross in all these abominable temples, and bringing about the conversion
of these heathen hordes, the country, and all that is in it, are ours."

"They are ours!" cried Cortes, dashing his sword against the floor until
the chamber rang. "They are ours, all ours; subject only to the will of
our master, the Emperor."

The latter words he said slowly, meaning that they should be remembered.

"We are glad, Señor, to hear thy approval so heartily given," Diaz
resumed. "If we are not mistaken in the opinion, and, following it up,
decide to reduce the country to possession and the true
belief,--something, I confess, not difficult to determine, since we have
no ships in which to sail away,--then we think a plan of action should
be adopted immediately. If the reduction can be best effected from the
city, let us abide here, by all means; if not, the sooner we are beyond
the dikes and bridges, and out of the valley, the better. Whether we
shall remain, Señor, is for thee to say. The army hath simply chosen us
to make a suggestion, which we hope thou wilt accept as its sense; and
that is, to seize the person of Montezuma, and bring him to these
quarters, after which there will be no difficulty in providing for our
wants and safety, and controlling, as may be best, the people, the city,
the provinces, and all things else yet undiscovered."

"_Jesu Christo!_" exclaimed Cortes, like one surprised. "Whence got ye
this idea? Much I fear the Devil is abroad again." And he began to walk
the floor, using long strides, and muttering to himself; retaking his
seat, he said,--

"The proposition hath a bold look, soldiers and comrades, and for our
lives' sake requireth careful thought. That we can govern the Empire
through Montezuma, I have always held, and with that idea I marched you
here, as the cavaliers now present can testify; but the taking and
holding him prisoner,--by my conscience! ye out-travel me, and I must
have time to think about the business. But, gentlemen,"--turning to the
Captains Leon, Ordas, Sandoval, and Alvarado, who, as part of the
delegation, had stationed themselves behind him,--"ye have reflected
upon the business, and are of made-up minds. Upon two points I would
have your judgments: first, can we justify the seizure to his Majesty,
the Emperor? secondly, how is the arrest to be accomplished? Speak thou,
Sandoval."

"As thou know'st, Señor Hernan, what I say must be said bluntly, and
with little regard for qualifications," Sandoval replied, lisping. "To
me the seizure is a necessity, and as such justifiable to our royal
master, himself so good a soldier. I have come to regard the heathen
king as faithless, and therefore unworthy, except as an instrument in
our hands. I cannot forget how we were cautioned against him in all the
lower towns, and how, from all quarters, we were assured he meant to
follow the pretended instructions of his god, allow us to enter the
capital quietly, then fall upon us without notice and at disadvantage.
And now that we are enclosed, he hath only to cut off our supplies of
bread and water, and break down the bridges. So, Señor, I avouch that,
in my opinion, there is but one question for consideration,--Shall we
move against him, or wait until he is ready to move against us? I would
rather surprise my enemy than be surprised by him."

"And what sayest thou, Leon?"

"The good Captain Sandoval hath spoken for me, Señor. I would add, that
some of us have to-day noticed that the king's steward, besides being
insolent, hath failed to supply our tables as formerly. And from
Aguilar, the interpreter, who hath his news from the Tlascalans, I learn
that the Mexicans certainly have some evil plot in progress."

"And yet further, captain, say for me," cried Alvarado, impetuously,
"that the prince now with us, his name--The fiend take his name!"

"Thou would'st say, the Prince of Tezcuco; never mind his name," Cortes
said, gravely.

"Ay, never mind his name," Olmedo repeated, with a scarce perceptible
gleam of humor. "At the baptism to-morrow I will give him something more
Christian."

"As ye will, as ye will!" Alvarado rejoined, impatiently. "I was about
to say, that the Tezcucan averreth most roundly that the yells we heard
this afternoon from the temple over the way signified a grand utterance
from the god of war; and of opinion that we will now be soon attacked,
he refuseth to go into the city again."

"And thou, Ordas."

"Señor," that captain replied, "I am in favor of the seizure. If, as all
believe, Montezuma is bent to make war upon us, the best way to meet the
danger is to arrest him in time. The question, simply stated, is, his
liberty or our lives. Moreover, I want an end to the uncertainty that so
vexeth us night and day; worse, by far, than any battle the heathen can
offer."

Cortes played with the knot of his sword, and reflected.

"Such, then, is the judgment of the army," he finally said. "And such,
gentlemen, is mine, also. But is that enough? What we do as matter of
policy may be approved of man, even our imperial master, of whom I am
always regardful; but, as matter of conscience, the approval of Heaven
must be looked for. Stand out, Father Bartolomé! Upon thy brow is the
finger of St. Peter, at thy girdle the cross of Christ. What saith the
Church?"

The good man arose, and held out the cross, saying,--

"My children, upon the Church, by Christ himself, this solemn hest hath
been placed, good for all places, to be parted from never: 'Go ye into
all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.' The way hither
hath been through strange seas and deadly climates. Hear me, that ye may
know yourselves. Ye are the swords of the Church. In Cempoalla she
preached; so in Tlascala; so in Cholula; and in all, she cast out false
gods, and converted whole tribes. Only in this city hath the gospel not
been proclaimed. And why? Because of a king who to-day, almost in our
view, sacrificed men to his idols. Swords of the Church, which go before
to make smooth her path, Christ and the Holy Mother must be taught in
yon temple of sin. So saith the Church!"

There was much crossing of forehead and breast, and "Amen," and the
sweet name "Ave Maria" sounded through the chamber, not in the murmur of
a cathedral response, but outspokenly as became the swords of Christ.
The sensation was hardly done, when some one at the door called loudly
for Alvarado.

"Who is he that so calleth?" the captain asked, angrily. "Let him choose
another time."

The name was repeated more loudly.

"Tell the mouther to seek me to-morrow."

A third time the captain was called.

"May the Devil fly away with the fellow! I will not go."

"Bid the man enter," said Cortes. "The disturbance is strange."

A soldier appeared, whom Alvarado, still angry, addressed, "How now?
Dost thou take me for a kitchen girl, apprenticed to answer thee at all
times? What hast thou? Be brief. This goodly company waiteth."

"I crave thy pardon, captain. I crave pardon of the company," the
soldier answered, saluting Cortes. "I am on duty at the main gate. A
little while ago, a woman--"

"_Picaro!_" cried Alvarado, contemptuously. "Only a woman!"

"Peace, captain! Let the man proceed," said Cortes, whose habit it was
to hear his common soldiers gravely.

"As I was about saying, Señor, a woman came running to the gate. She was
challenged. I could not understand her, and she was much scared, for
behind her on the street was a party that seemed to have been in
pursuit. She cried, and pressed for admittance. My order is
strict,--Admit no one after the evening gun. While I was trying to make
her understand me, some arrows were shot by the party outside, and one
passed through her arm. She then flung herself on the pavement, and gave
me this cross, and said 'Tonatiah, Tonatiah!' As that is what the people
call thee, Señor Alvarado, I judged she wanted it given to thee for some
purpose. The shooting at her made me think that possibly the business
might be of importance. If I am mistaken, I again pray pardon. Here is
the cross. Shall I admit the woman?"

Alvarado took the cross, and looked at it once.

"By the saints! my mother's gift to me, and mine to the princess
Nenetzin." Of the soldier he asked, in a suppressed voice, "Is the woman
old or young?"

"A girl, little more than a child."

"'Tis she! Mother of Christ, 'tis Nenetzin!"

And through the company, without apology, he rushed. The soldier
saluted, and followed him.

"To the gate, Sandoval! See the rest of this affair, and report," said
Cortes, quietly. "We will stay the business until you return."

CHAPTER IX.

TRULY WONDERFUL.--A FORTUNATE MAN HATH A MEMORY.

Two canoes, tied to the strand, attested that the royal party, and Io'
and Hualpa, were yet at Chapultepec, which was no doubt as pleasant at
night, seen of all the stars, as in the day, kissed by the softest of
tropical suns.

That the lord Hualpa should linger there was most natural. Raised,
almost as one is transported in dreams, from hunting to warriorship;
from that again to riches and nobility; so lately contented, though at
peril of life, to look from afar at the house in which the princess
Nenetzin slept; now her betrothed, and so pronounced by the great king
himself,--what wonder that he loitered at the palace? Yet it was not
late,--in fact, on the horizon still shone the tint, the last and
faintest of the day,--when he and Io' came out, and, arm in arm, took
their way down the hill to the landing. What betides the lover? Is the
mistress coy? Or runs he away at call of some grim duty?

Out of the high gate, down the terraced descent, past the avenue of
ghostly cypresses, until their sandals struck the white shells of the
landing, they silently went.

"Is it not well with you, my brother?" asked the prince, stopping where
the boats, in keeping of their crews, were lying.

"Thank you for that word," Hualpa replied. "It is better even than
comrade. Well with me? I look my fortune in the face, and am dumb. If I
should belie expectation, if I should fall from such a height! O Mother
of the World, save me from that! I would rather die!"

"But you will not fail," said Io', sympathetically.

"The gods keep the future; they only know. The thought came to me as I
sat at the feet of Tula and Nenetzin,--came to me like a taste of bitter
in a cup of sweets. Close after followed another even stronger,--how
could I be so happy, and our comrade over the lake so miserable? We know
how he has hoped and worked and lived for what the morrow is to bring:
shall he not be notified even of its nearness? You have heard the sound
of the war-drum: what is it like?"

"Like the roll of thunder."

"Well, when the thunder crosses the lake, and strikes his ear, saying,
'Up, the war is here!' he will come to the door, and down to the water's
edge; there he must stop; and as he looks wistfully to the city, and
strains his ear to catch the notes of the combat, will he not ask for
us, and, accuse us of forgetfulness? Rather than that, O my brother, let
my fortune all go back to its giver."

"I understand you now," said the prince, softly.

"Yes," Hualpa continued, "I am to be at the temple by the break of day;
but the night is mine, and I will go to the 'tzin, my first friend, of
Anahuac the soul, as Nenetzin is the flower."

"And I will go with you."

"No, you cannot. You have not permission. So farewell."

"Until to-morrow," said Io'.

"In the temple," answered Hualpa.

CHAPTER X.

HOW THE IRON CROSS CAME BACK.

Io' stayed at the landing awhile, nursing the thought left him by his
comrade. And he was still there, the plash of the rowers of the receding
canoe in his ear, when the great gate of the palace gave exit to another
person, this time a girl. The guards on duty paid her no attention. She
was clad simply and poorly, and carried a basket. Around the hill were
scores of gardeners' daughters like her.

From the avenue she turned into a path which, through one of the fields
below, led her to an inlet of the lake, where the market-people were
accustomed to moor their canoes. The stars gave light, but too feebly to
reclaim anything from the darkness. Groping amongst the vessels, she at
length entered one, and, seating herself, pushed clear of the land, and
out in the lake toward the glow in the sky beneath which reposed the
city.

Like the night, the lake was calm; therefore, no fear for the
adventuress. The boat, under her hand, had not the speed of the king's
when driven by his twelve practised rowers; yet she was its mistress,
and it obeyed her kindly. But why the journey? Why alone on the water at
such a time?

Half an hour of steady work. The city was, of course, much nearer. At
the same time, the labor began to tell; the reach of her paddle was not
so great as at the beginning, nor was the dip so deep; her breathing was
less free, and sometimes she stopped to draw a dripping hand across her
forehead. Surely, this is not a gardener's daughter.

_Voyageurs_ now became frequent. Most of them passed by with the
salutation usual on the lake,--"The blessings of the gods upon you!"
Once she was in danger. A canoe full of singers, and the singers full of
_pulque_, came down at speed upon her vessel. Happily, the blow was
given obliquely; the crash suspended the song; the wassailers sprang to
their feet; seeing only a girl, and no harm done, they drew off,
laughing. "Out with your lamp next time!" shouted one of them. A law of
the lake required some such signal at night.

In the flurry of the collision, a _tamane_, leaning over the bow of the
strange canoe, swung a light almost in the girl's face. With a cry, she
shrank away; as she did so, from her bosom fell a shining cross. To the
dull slave the symbol told no tale; but, good reader, we know that there
is but one maiden in all Anahuac who wears such a jewel, and we know for
whom she wears that one. By the light of that cross, we also know the
weary passenger is, not a gardener's daughter, but Nenetzin, the
princess.

And the wonder grows. What does the 'tzin Nene--so they called her in
the days they swung her to sleep in the swinging cradle--out so far
alone on the lake? And where goes she in such guise, this night of all
others, and now when the kiss of her betrothed is scarcely cold on her
lips? Where are the slaves? Where the signs of royalty? As prayed by the
gentle _voyageurs_, the blessings of the gods may be upon her, but much
I doubt if she has her mother's, almost as holy.

Slowly now she wins her way. The paddle grows heavier in her
unaccustomed hands. On her brow gathers a dew which is neither of the
night nor the lake. She is not within the radius of the temple lights,
yet stops to rest, and bathe her palms in the cooling waves. Later, when
the wall of the city, close by, stretches away on either side, far
reaching, a margin of darkness under the illuminated sky, the canoe
seems at last to conquer; it floats at will idly as a log; and in that
time the princess sits motionless as the boat, lapsed in revery. Her
purpose, if she has one, may have chilled in the solitude or weakened
under the labor. Alas, if the purpose be good! If evil, help her, O
sweet Mary, Mother!

The sound of paddles behind her broke the spell. With a hurried glance
over her shoulder, she bent again to the task, and there was no more
hesitation. She gained the wall, and passed in, taking the first canal.
By the houses, and through the press of canoes, and under the bridges,
to the heart of the city, she went. On the steps bordering a basin close
to the street which had been Cortes' line of march the day of the entry,
she landed, and, ascending to the thoroughfare, set out briskly, basket
in hand, her face to the south. With never a look to the right or left,
never a response to the idlers on the pavement, she hurried down the
street. The watchers on the towers sung the hour; she scarcely heard
them. At last she reached the great temple. A glance at the
_coatapantli_, one at the shadowy sanctuaries, to be sure of the
locality; then her eyes fell upon the palace of Axaya', and she stopped.
The street to this point had been thronged with people; here there were
none; the strangers were by themselves. The main gate of the ancient
house stood half open, and she saw the wheels of gun-carriages, and now
and then a Christian soldier pacing his round, slowly and grimly; of the
little host, he alone gave signs of life. Over the walls she heard the
stamp of horses' feet, and once a neigh, shrill and loud. The awe of the
Indian in presence of the white man seized her, and she looked and
listened, half frightened, half worshipful, with but one clear sense,
and that was of the nearness of the _Tonatiah_.

A sound of approaching feet disturbed her, and she ran across to the
gate; at once the purpose which had held her silent on the _azoteas_,
which prompted her ready acquiescence in the betrothal to Hualpa, which
had sustained her in the passage of the lake, was revealed. She was
seeking her lover to save him.

She would have passed through the gateway, but for a number of lances
dropped with their points almost against her breast. What with fear of
those behind and of those before her, she almost died. On the pavement,
outside the entrance, she was lying when Alvarado came to the rescue.
The guard made way for him quickly; for in his manner was the warning
which nothing takes from words, not even threats; verily, it had been as
well to attempt to hinder a leaping panther. He threw the lances up, and
knelt by her, saying tenderly, "Nenetzin, Nenetzin, poor child! It is
I,--come to save you!"

She half arose, and, smiling through her tears, clasped her hands, and
cried, "_Tonatiah! Tonatiah!_"

There are times when a look, a gesture, a tone of the voice, do all a
herald's part. What need of speech to tell the Spaniard why the truant
was there? The poor disguise, the basket, told of flight; her presence
at that hour said, "I have come to thee"; the cross returned, the tears,
the joy at sight of him, certified her love; and so, when she put her
arm around his neck, and the arrow, not yet taken away, rattled against
his corselet, to his heart there shot a pain so sharp and quick it
seemed as if the very soul of him was going out.

He raised her gently, and carried her through the entrance. The rough
men looking on saw upon his cheek what, if the cheek had been a woman's,
they would have sworn was a tear.

"Ho, Marina!" he cried to the wondering interpreter. "I bring thee a
bird dropped too soon from the nest. The hunter hath chased the poor
thing, and here is a bolt in its wing. Give place in thy cot, while I go
for a doctor, and room with thee, that malice hurt not a good name."

And at the sight the Indian woman was touched; she ran to the cot,
smoothed the pillow of feathers, and said, "Here, rest her here, and run
quickly. I will care for her."

He laid her down tenderly, but she clung to his hand, and said to
Marina, "He must not go. Let him first hear what I have to say."

"But you are hurt."

"It is nothing, nothing. He must stay."

So earnestly did she speak, that the captain changed his mind. "Very
well. What is spoken in pain should be spoken quickly. I will stay."

Nenetzin caught the assent, and went on rapidly. "Let him know that
to-morrow at noon the drum in the great temple will be beaten, and the
bridges taken up, and then there will be war."

"By the saints! she bringeth doughty news," said Alvarado, in his voice
of soldier. "Ask her where she got it; ask her, as you love us, Marina."

"From my father,--from the king himself."

"And this is child of Montezuma!" cried Marina.

"The princess Nenetzin," said the cavalier. "But stay not so. Ask her
when and where she heard the news."

"To-day, at Chapultepec."

"What of the particulars? How is the war to be made? What are the
preparations?"

"The lord Cuitlahua is to take up the bridges. Maize and meat will be
furnished to-morrow only. About the great temple now there are ten
thousand warriors for an attack, and elsewhere in the city there are
seventy thousand more."

"Enough," said Alvarado, kissing the little hand. "Look now to the hurt,
Marina. Bring the light; mayhap we can take the bolt away ourselves."

Marina knelt, and examined the wounded arm, and shortly held up the
arrow.

"Good!" the cavalier said. "Thou art a doctor, indeed, Marina. In the
schools at home they give students big-lettered parchments. I will do
better by thee; I will cover the arm that did this surgery with
bracelets of gold. Run now, and bring cloth and water. The blood thou
seest trickling here is from her heart, which loveth me too dearly to
suffer such waste. Haste thee! haste thee!"

They bathed the wound, and applied the bandages, though all too roughly
to suit the cavalier, who, thereupon, turned to go, saying, "Sit thou
there, Marina, and leave her not, except to do her will. Tell her I will
return, and to be at rest, for she is safe as in her father's house. If
any do but look at her wrongfully, they shall account to me. So, by my
mother's cross, I swear!"

And he hurried back to the audience-chamber, where the council was yet
in session. While he related what had been told by Nenetzin, a deep
silence pervaded the assemblage, and the brave men, from looking at each
other, turned, with singular unanimity, to Cortes; who, thus appealed
to, threw off his affectation, and standing up, spoke, so as to be heard
by all,--

"Comrades, soldiers, gentlemen, let there be no words more. The step you
have urged upon me, in the name of the army, I hesitated to take. I
grant you, I hesitated; but not from love of the soft-tongued, lying,
pagan king. Bethink ye. We left Cuba hastily, as ye all remember,
because of a design to arrest us there as malefactors and traitors. Now,
when our enemies in that island hear from our expedition, and have told
them all its results,--the wealth we have won, and the country, cities,
peoples, and empire discovered,--envy and jealousy will pursue us, and
false tongues go back to Spain, and fill the ears of our royal master
with reports intended to rob us of our glory and despoil us of our hire.
How could I know but the seizure in question might be magnified into
impolicy and cruelty, and furnish cause for disgrace, imprisonment, and
forfeiture? For that I hesitated. This news, however, endeth doubt and
debate. The over-cunning king hath put himself outside of mercy or
compassion; we are compelled to undo him. So far, well. Let me remind ye
now, that the news of which I speak hath in it a warning which it were
sinful not to heed. Yesterday the great infidel was at our mercy; not
more difficult his capture then than a visit to his palace; but now, in
all the histories of bold performances, nothing bolder,--nothing of the
Cid's, nothing of King Arthur's. In the heart of his capital we are to
make prisoner him, the head of millions, the political ruler and
religious chief, not merely secure in the love and fear of his subjects,
but in the height of his careful preparation for war, in the centre of
his camp, within call, nay, under the eyes, of his legions, numbering
thousands where we number tens. Take ye each, my brave brethren, the
full measure of the design, and then tell me, in simple words, how it
may be best done. And among ye, let him speak who can truly say, I dare
do what my tongue delivereth. I wait your answer."

And in the chamber there again fell a hush so deep that those present
might well have been taken for ghosts. The idea as first seen by them
was commonplace; under his description, it became heroic; and
struggling, as he suggested, to measure it each for himself, all were
dumb.

"Good gentlemen," said Cortes, smiling, "why so laggard now? Speak, Diaz
del Castillo. Offer what thou canst."

The good soldier, and afterward good chronicler, of the conquest and its
trials, this one among the rest, replied, "I confess, Señor, the
enterprise is difficult beyond my first thought. I confess, also, to
more reflection about its necessity than its achievement. To answer
truthfully, at this time I see but one way to the end; and that is, to
invite the monarch here under some sufficient pretence, and then lay
hands on him."

"Are ye all of the same minds, gentlemen?"

There was a murmur of assent, whereupon Cortes arose from leaning upon
his sword, and said, sharply,--

"To hear ye, gentlemen, one would think the summer all before us in
which to interchange courtesies with the royal barbarian. What is the
fact? At noon to-morrow our hours of grace expire. A beat of drum, and
then assault, and after that,"--he paused, looking grimly round the
circle,--"and after that, sacrifices to the gods, I suppose."

There was a general movement and outcry. Some griped their arms, others
crossed themselves. Cortes saw and pressed his advantage.

"I shall not take your advice, Bernal Diaz; not I, by my conscience!
Heaven helping me, I expect to see old Spain again; and more, I expect
to take these comrades back with me, rich in glory and gold." Then, to
the officers behind him, he said, in his ordinary tone of command,
"Ordas, do thou bid the carpenters prepare quarters in this palace for
Montezuma and his court; and let them begin their work to-night, for he
will be our guest before noon to-morrow. And thou, Leon, thou, Lugo,
thou, Avila, and thou, Sandoval, get ye ready to go with me to the--"

"And I?" asked Alvarado.

"Thou shalt go also."

"And the army, Señor?" Diaz suggested.

"The army shall remain in quarters."

Never man's manner more calm, never man more absolutely assured. The
listeners warmed with admiration. As unconscious of the effect he was
working, he went on,--

"I have shown the difficulties of the enterprise; now I say further, the
crisis of the expedition is upon us: if I succeed, all is won; if I
fail, all is lost. In such strait, what should we do between this and
then? Let us not trust in our cunning and strength: we are Christians;
as such, put we our faith in Christ and the Holy Mother. Olmedo, father,
go thou to the chapel, and get ready the altar. The night to confession
and prayer; and let the morning find us on our knees shrieved and
blessed. We are done, comrades. Let the chamber be cleared. To the
chapel all."

And they did the bidding cheerfully. All night the good father was
engaged in holy work, confessing, shrieving, praying. So the morning
found them.

CHAPTER XI.

THE CHRISTIAN TAKES CARE OF HIS OWN.

Hualpa returned to the city about the time the stars, which in that
clime and season herald the morning, take their places in the sky. He
had lightened his heart, and received the sympathy of a lover in return;
he had told the great things done and promised by the king, and sorrowed
that his friend could take no part in the events which, he imagined,
were to make the day heroic forever; and now, his enthusiasm of youth
sobered by the plaints to which he had listened while traversing the
dusky walks of the beautiful garden, he clomb the stairs of the
_teocallis_. Before the day was fairly dawned, he was at his post,
waiting, dreaming of Nenetzin, and hearkening to the spirit-songs of
ambition, always so charming to unpractised souls.

And the lord Cuitlahua perfected his measures. On all the dikes, and at
the entrance of all the canals, guards were stationed. The bridges
nearest the palace occupied by the strangers were held by chosen
detachments. Except those thus detailed, the entire military in the city
were pent in the temples. And to all, including the lord steward, the
proper orders were confided. All awaited the signal.

And the king, early in the night, ignorant of the flight of Nenetzin,
had come from Chapultepec to his palace in the capital. He retired as he
was wont, and slept the sleep as restful to a mind long distracted by
irresolution as to a body exhausted by labor; such slumber as comes to
him who, in time of doubt, involving all dearest interests, at last
discovers what his duty is, and, fully determined, simply awaits the
hour of performance, trustful of the action taken, and of the good-will
of the god or gods of his faith.

On the side of the Christians, the preparation, more simple, was also
complete. From mass the little host went to breakfast, then to arms. The
companies formed; even the Tlascalans behaved as if impressed with a
sense that their fate had been challenged.

To the captains, again convoked in the audience-chamber, Cortes detailed
his plan of operation. His salutation of each was grave and calm. Though
very watchful, they heard him without question; and when they went out,
they might have said, The hour of trial is come, and now will be seen
which holds the conquering destiny,--the God of the Christian or that of
the Aztec.

From the council, Alvarado went first to Marina; finding that Nenetzin
slept, he joined his companions in the great court, where, gay and
careless, he carolled a song, and twirled his sword, and, in thought of
smiling fortune and a princely Indian love, walked complacently to and
fro. And so wait, ready for action, the Christian lover and the
heathen,--one in the palace, the other in the temple,--both, in fancy,
lord of the same sweet mistress.

At the stated hour, as had been the custom, the three lords came, in
splendid costume, and with stately ceremonial, bringing the king's
compliments, and asking Cortes will for the day. And they returned with
compliments equally courteous and deceptive, taking with them
Orteguilla, the page, instructed to inform the monarch that directly, if
such were the royal pleasure, Malinche would be happy to visit him in
his palace.

A little later there went out parties of soldiers, apparently to view
the city; yet the point was noticeable that, besides being fully armed,
each was in charge of a chosen subordinate. Later, the army was drawn
up, massed in the garden; the matches of the gunners were lighted; the
horsemen stood at their bridles; the Tlascalans were stationed to defend
the outer walls. De Oli, Morla, Marin, and Monjarez passed through the
lines in careful inspection.

"Heard'st thou when the drum was to be sounded?" asked De Oli, looking
to the sun.

"At noon," answered Marin.

"Three hours yet, as I judge. Short time, by Our Lady!"

The party was impatient. To their relief, Cortes at last came out, with
his five chosen cavaliers, Sandoval, Alvarado, Leon, Avila, and Lugo. As
he proceeded to the gate, all eyes turned to him, all hearts became
confident,--so much of power over the weak is there in the look of one
master spirit.

At the gate he waited for the Doña Marina.

"Are ye ready, gentlemen?"

"All ready," they replied.

"With thee, De Oli, I leave the command. At sight or sound of attack or
combat, come quickly. Charge straight to the palace, lances in the lead.
Bring our horses. Farewell. Christ and the Mother for us!" And with
that, Cortes stepped into the street.

For a time the party proceeded silently.

"Is not this what the pagans call the beautiful street?" Sandoval asked.

"Why the question?"

"I have gone through graveyards not more deserted."

"Thou'rt right," said Lugo. "By Our Lady! when last we went this way, I
remember the pavements, doors, porticos, and roofs were crowded. Now,
not a woman or a child."

"In faith, Señor, we are a show suddenly become stale."

"Be it so," replied Leon, sneeringly. "We will give the public a new
trick."

"_Mirad, Señores!_" said Cortes. "Last night, all through this district,
particularly along this street, there went patrols, removing the
inhabitants, and making ready for what the drum is advertised to let
loose upon us. Don Pedro, thy princess hath told the truth." And looking
back to the towers of the _teocallis_, he added, after a fit of
laughter, "The fools, the swine! They have undone themselves; or,
rather,"--his face became grave on the instant,--"the Holy Mother hath
undone them for us. Give thanks, gentlemen, our emprise is already won!
Yonder the infidel general hath his army in waiting for the word of the
king. Keep we that unspoken or undelivered,--only that,--and the way of
our return, prisoner in hand, will be as clear of armed men as the going
is."

The customary guard of nobles kept the portal of the palace; the
antechamber, however, was crowded to its full capacity with unarmed
courtiers, through whom the Christians passed with grave assurance. To
acquaintances Cortes bowed courteously. Close by the door of the
audience-chamber, he found Orteguilla conversing with Maxtla, who, at
sight of him, knelt, and, touching the floor with his palm, offered to
conduct the party to the royal presence; such were his orders. Cortes
stopped an instant.

"Hath the king company?" he asked Orteguilla.

"None of account,--a boy and three or four old men."

"He is ours. Let us on, gentlemen!"

And forthwith they passed under the curtains held aside for them by
Maxtla.

On a dais covered with a carpet of _plumaje_, the monarch sat. Three
venerable men stood behind him. At his feet, a little to the right, was
the prince Io', in uniform. A flood of light poured through a window on
the northern side of the chamber, and fell full on the group, bringing
out with intense clearness the rich habiliments of the monarch, and
every feature of his face. The Christians numbered the attendance, and,
trained to measure dangers and discover advantages by a glance, smiled
at the confidence of the treacherous heathen. Upon the stillness, broken
only by their ringing tread, sped the voice of Cortes.

"Alvarado, Lugo, all of ye, watch well whom we have here. On your lives,
see that the boy escape not."

Montezuma kept his seat.

"The gods keep you this pleasant morning," he said. "I am glad to see
you."

They bowed to him, and Cortes replied,--

"We thank thee, good king. May the Holy Virgin, of our Christian faith,
have thee in care. Thus pray we, than whom thou hast no truer servants."

"If you prefer to sit, I will have seats brought."

"We thank thee again. In the presence of our master, it is the custom to
stand, and he would hold us discourteous if we did otherwise before a
sovereign friend as dear to him as thou art, great king."

The monarch waved his hand.

"Your master is no doubt a rare and excellent sovereign," he said, then
changed the subject. "The lords, whom I sent to you this morning,
reported that all goes well with you in the palace. I hope so. If
anything is wanted, you have only to speak. My provinces are at your
service."

"The lords reported truly."

"I am very glad. Thinking of you, Malinche, and studying to make your
contentment perfect, I have wondered if you have any amusements or games
with which to pass the time."

As there were not in all the New World, however it might be in the Old,
more desperate gamblers than the cavaliers, they looked at each other
when the translation was concluded, and smiled at the simplicity of the
speaker. Nevertheless, Cortes replied with becoming gravity,--

"We have our pastimes, good king, as all must have; for without them,
nature hath ordered that the body shall grow old and the mind incapable.
Our pastimes, however, relate almost entirely to war."

"That is labor, Malinche."

"So is hunting," said Cortes, smiling.

"My practice is not," answered the monarch, taking the remark as an
allusion to his own love of the sport, and laughing. "The lords drive
the game to me, and my pleasure is in exercising the skill required to
take it. Some day you must go with me to my preserves over the lake, and
I will show you my modes; but I did not mean that kind of amusement. I
will explain my meaning. Io'," he said to the prince, who had arisen,
"bid Maxtla bring hither the silver balls. I will teach Malinche to play
_totoloque_."

"Have a care, gentlemen!" said Cortes, divining the speech from the
action of the speaker. "The lad must stay. And thou, Marina, tell him
so."

The comely, gentle-hearted Indian woman hastened tremulously to say,
"Most mighty king, Malinche bids me tell thee that he has heard of the
beautiful game, and will be glad to learn it, but not now. He wishes the
prince to remain."

One step Io' had in the mean time taken,--but one; in front of him Leon
stepped, hand on sword, and menace on his brow. The blood fled the
monarch's face.

"Go not," he at length said to the boy; and to Cortes, "I do not
understand you, Malinche."

The time of demand was come. Cortes moved nearer the dais, and replied,
his eyes fixed coldly and steadily on those of the victim,--

"I have business with thee, king; and until it is concluded, thou, the
prince, and thy councillors must stay. Outcry, or attempt at escape,
will be at peril of life."

The monarch sat upright, pale and rigid; the ancients dropped upon their
knees. Io' alone was brave; he stepped upon the platform, as if to
defend the royal person. Then in the same cold, inflexible manner,
Cortes proceeded,--

"I have been thy guest, false king, long enough to learn thee well. The
power which, on all occasions, thou hast been so careful to impress upon
me, hath but made thy hypocrisy the more astonishing. Listen, while I
expose thee to thyself. We started hither at thy invitation. In Cholula,
nevertheless, we were set upon by the army. No thanks to thee that we
are alive to-day. And, in the same connection, when thou wert upbraided
for inviting us, the lords and princes were told that such was the
instruction of one of thy bloody gods, who had promised here in the
capital to deliver us prisoners for sacrifice." Montezuma offered to
speak.

"Deny it not, deny it not!" said Cortes, with the slightest show of
passion. "In god or man, such perfidy cannot be excused. But that is not
all. Say nothing about the command sent the troops near Tuzpan to attack
my people; nor about the demand upon townships under protection of my
royal master for women and children to feed to thy hungry idols; now--"

Here the king broke in upon the interpreter,--

"I do not understand what Malinche says about my troops attacking his
people at Tuzpan."

"Thy governor killed one of my captains."

"Not by my order."

"Then make good the denial, by sending for the officer who did the
murder, that he may be punished according to the wickedness of his
crime."

The king took a signet from his wrist, and said to one of his
councillors, "Let this be shown to the governor of that province. I
require him to come here immediately, with all who were concerned with
him at the time spoken of by Malinche."

The smile with which the monarch then turned to the Spaniard was lost
upon him, for he continued, pitilessly as before,--

"The punishment of the governor is not enough. I accuse thee further.
Thou treacherous king! Go with me to the temple, and now,--this
instant,--I will show thee thy brother, with an army at call, waiting
thy signal to attack us in the palace where so lately we received thy
royal welcome."

The listener started from his seat. Upon his bewildered faculties
flashed the remembrance of how carefully and with what solemn injunction
he had locked his plans of war in the breasts of the members of his
family, gathered about him on the _azoteas_ at Chapultepec. His faith
in them forbade suspicion. Whence then the exposure? And to the dealer
in mysteries Mystery answered, "The gods!" If his former faith in the
divinity of the stranger came not back, now, at least, he knew him
sustained by powers with which contention were folly. He sunk down
again; his head dropped upon his struggling breast;--HE WAS CONQUERED!

And the stern Spaniard, as if moved by the sight, said, in a softened
voice,--

"I know not of thy religion; but there is a law of ours,--a mercy of the
dear Christ who hath us in his almighty keeping,--by which every sin may
be atoned by sacrifices, not of innocent victims, but of the sinner's
self. In the world I come from, so much is the law esteemed, that kings
greater than thou have laid down their crowns, the better to avail
themselves of its salvation. Thou art an unbeliever, and I may do
wrong,--if so, I pray pardon of the Holy Ghost that heareth me,--I may
do wrong, I say, but, infidel as thou art, if thou wilt obey the
precept, thou shalt have the benefit of the privilege. I do not want war
which would end in thy destruction and the ruin of thy city and people;
therefore I make thee a proposal. Hear me!"

The unhappy king raised his head, and listened eagerly.

"Arise, and go with us to our quarters, and take up thy abode there.
King shalt thou continue. Thy court can go with thee, and thou canst
govern from one palace as well as another. To make an end of
speech,"--and Cortes raised his hand tightly clenched,--"to make an end
of speech, finally and plainly, choose now: go with us or die! I have
not brought these officers without a purpose."

All eyes centred on the pale face of the monarch, and the stillness of
the waiting was painful and breathless. At last, from the depths of his
tortured soul, up rose a sparkle of resentment.

"Who ever heard of a great prince, like myself, voluntarily leaving his
own palace to become a prisoner in the hands of a stranger?"

"Prisoner! Not so. Hear me again. Court, household, and power, with full
freedom for its exercise, and the treatment due a crowned prince,--all
these shalt thou have. So, in my master's name, I pledge thee."

"No, Malinche, press me not so hardly. Were I to consent to such a
degradation, my people would not. Take one of my sons rather. This
one,"--and he laid his hand on Io's shoulder,--"whom I love best, and
have thought to make my successor. Take him as hostage; but spare me
this infamy."

The debate continued; an hour passed.

"Gentlemen, why waste words on this wretched barbarian?" exclaimed Leon,
at last, half drawing his sword, while his face darkened with dreadful
purpose. "We cannot recede now. In Christ's name, let us seize him, or
plunge our swords in his body!"

The captains advanced, baring their swords; Cortes retired a step, as if
to make way for them. Brief time remained for decision. Trembling and
confused, the monarch turned to Marina, and asked, "What did the _teule_
say?"

As became a gentle woman, fearful lest death be done before her, she
replied,--

"O king, I pray you make no further objection. If you yield, they will
treat you kindly; if you refuse, they will kill you. Go with them, I
pray you."

Upon the advance of the captains, Io' stepped in front of the king; as
they hesitated, either waiting Cortes' order or the answer to Marina's
prayer, he knelt, and clasped his father's knees, and cried tearfully,--

"Do not go, O king! Rather than endure such shame, let us die!"

Stupefied, almost distraught, the monarch seemed not to hear the heroic
entreaty. His gaze was on the face of Cortes, now as impenetrable and
iron-like as the armor on his breast. "The gods have abandoned me!" he
cried, despairingly. "I am lost! Malinche, I will go with you!" His head
drooped, and his hands fell nerveless on the chair.

The boy arose, and turned to the conquerors, every feature convulsed
with hate.

"Thanks, good king, thanks!" said Cortes, smiling. "Thou hast saved my
soul a sin. I will be thy friend till death!"

Thereupon, he stepped forward, and kissed the royal hand, which fell
from his lips as if palsied--I will not say profaned--by the touch. And,
one after another, Leon, Lugo, Avila, Alvarado, and Sandoval approached,
and knelt on the dais, and in like manner saluted the fallen prince.

"Are you done, Malinche?" the victim asked, when somewhat revived.

"What I wish now, above all things," was the reply, spoken with rare
pretence of feeling, "is to be assured, good king, that we are forgiven
the pain we have caused thee, since, though of our doing, it was not of
our will as much as of the ambition of some of thy own lords and chiefs.
What I desire next is, that thy goodness may not be without immediate
results. I and my officers, thy son and these councillors, are witnesses
that thou didst consent to my proposal out of great love of peace and
thy people. To secure the object,--noble beyond praise,--the lords here
in the palace, and those of influence throughout the provinces, must be
convinced that thou dost go with me of thine own free will; not as
prisoner, but as trusted guest returning the favor of guest. How to do
that best is in thy knowledge more than mine. Only, what thy judgment
approveth, set about quickly. We wait thy orders."

"Io', uncles," said Montezuma, his eyes dim with tears, "as you love me,
be silent as to what has here taken place. I charge you that you tell it
to no man, while I live. Bid Maxtla come."

Summoning all his strength to meet the shrewd eyes of the chief, the
monarch sat up with a show of cheerfulness.

"Bring my palanquin," he said, after Maxtla's salutation, "and direct
some of the elder lords to be ready to accompany me without arms or
ceremony. As advised by Huitzil', and these good uncles, I have resolved
to go, and for a time abide with Malinche in the old palace. Send an
officer, with the workmen, to prepare quarters for my use and that of
the court. Publish my intention. Go quickly."

Afterwhile from the palace issued a procession which no man, uninformed,
might look upon and say was not a funeral: in the palanquin, the dead;
on its right and left, the guard of honor; behind, the friends, a long
train, speechless and sorrowing. The movement was quiet and solemn;
three squares and as many bridges were passed, when, from down the
street, a man came running with all speed. He gained the rear of the
cortege, and spoke a few hurried words there; a murmur arose, and
spread, and grew into a furious outcry,--a moment more, and the cortege
was dissolved in tumult. At the last corner on the way, the cavaliers
had been joined by some of the armed parties, who, for the purpose, had
preceded them into the city in the early morning; these closed firmly
around, a welcome support.

"_Mirad!_" cried Cortes, loudly. "The varlets are without arms. Let no
one strike until I say so."

The demonstration increased. Closer drew the mob, some adjuring the
monarch, some threatening the Christians. That an understanding of the
situation was abroad was no longer doubtful; still Cortes held his men
in check, for he knew, if blood were shed now, the common-sense of the
people would refuse the story he so relied upon,--that the king's
coming was voluntary.

"Can our guest," he asked of Sandoval, "be sleeping the while?"

"Treachery, Señor."

"By God's love, captain, if it so turn out, drive thy sword first of all
things through him!"

While yet he spoke, the curtains of the carriage were drawn aside; the
carriers halted instantly; and of the concourse, all the natives fell
upon their knees, and became still, so that the voice of the monarch was
distinctly heard.

"The noise disturbs me," he said, in ordinary tone. "Let the street be
cleared."

The lords whom he addressed kept their faces to the ground.

"What is the cause of the clamor?"

No one answered. A frown was gathering upon his face, when an Aztec
sprang up, and drew near him. He was dressed as a citizen of the lower
class. At the side of the carriage he stopped, and touched the pavement
with his palm.

"Guatamozin!" said the king, more in astonishment than anger.

"Even so. O king,--father,--to bear a soldier's part to-day, I have
dared your judgment." Lifting his eyes to the monarch's, he endured his
gaze steadily, but, at the same time, with such an expression of
sympathy that reproof was impossible. "I am prepared for any sentence;
but first, let me know, let these lords and all the people know, is this
going in truth of your own free will?"

Montezuma regarded him fixedly, but not in wrath.

"I conjure you, uncle, father, king,--I conjure you, by our royal blood,
by our country, by all the gods,--are these strangers guests or guards?
Speak,--I pray you, speak but one word."

The poor, stricken monarch heard, and was penetrated by the tone of
anguish; yet he replied,--

"My brother's son insults me by his question. I am still the king,--free
to go and come, to reward and punish."

He would have spoken further, and kindly, but for the interruption of
Cortes, who cried impatiently,--

"Ho, there! Why this delay? Forward!"

And thereupon Avila stepped rudely and insolently between the king and
'tzin. The latter's broad breast swelled, and his eyes blazed; he seemed
like a tiger about to leap.

"Beware!" said the king, and the warning was in time. "Beware! Not here,
not now!"

The 'tzin turned to him with a quick, anxious look of inquiry; a
revulsion of feeling ensued; he arose, and said, with bowed head, "I
understand. O king, if we help not ourselves, we are lost. 'Not here,
not now.' I catch the permission." Pointing to Avila, he added, "This
man's life is in my hands, but I pass it by; thine, O uncle, is the most
precious. We will punish these insolents, but _not here_; we will give
you rescue, but _not now_. Be of cheer."

He stepped aside, and the melancholy cortege passed on, leaving the
lords and people and the empire, as represented by them, in the dust.
Before the _teocallis_, under the eyes of Cuitlahua, within hailing
distance of the ten thousand warriors, the doughty cavaliers bore their
prize unchallenged.

And through the gates of the old palace, through the files of Spaniards
in order of battle waiting, they also carried what they thought was the
empire, won without a blow, to be parcelled at pleasure,--its lands, its
treasure, its cities, and its people.

BOOK SIX.

CHAPTER I.

THE LORD HUALPA FLEES HIS FORTUNE.

The 'tzin Guatamo sat at breakfast alone in his palace near Iztapalapan.
The fare was simple,--a pheasant, bread of maize, oranges and bananas,
and water from the spring; and the repast would have been soon
despatched but for the announcement, by a slave in waiting, of the lord
Hualpa. At mention of the name the 'tzin's countenance assumed a glad
expression.

"The lord Hualpa! The gods be praised! Bid him come."

Directly the visitor appeared at the door, and paused there, his eyes
fixed upon the floor, his body bent, like one half risen from a
salutation. The 'tzin went to him, and taking his hand said,--

"Welcome, comrade. Come and account for yourself. I know not yet how to
punish you; but for the present, sit there, and eat. If you come from
Tenochtitlan this morning, you must bring with you the appetite which is
one of the blessings of the lake. Sit, and I will order your breakfast."

"No, good 'tzin, not for me, I pray you. I am from the lake, but do not
bring any blessing."

The 'tzin resumed his seat, looking searchingly and curiously at his
guest, and pained by his manner and appearance. His face was careworn;
his frame bent and emaciated; his look constantly downward; the voice
feeble and of uncertain tone; in short, his aspect was that of one come
up from a battle in which shame and grief had striven with youth of body
and soul, and, fierce as the struggle had been, the end was not yet. He
was the counterpart of his former self.

"You have been sick," said the 'tzin, afterwhile.

"Very sick, in spirit," replied Hualpa, without raising his eyes.

The 'tzin went on. "After your desertion, I caused inquiry to be made
for you everywhere,--at the Chalcan's, and at your palace. No one could
give me any tidings. I sent a messenger to Tihuanco, and your father was
no better informed. Your truancy has been grievous to your friends, no
less than to yourself. I have a right to call you to account."

"So you have; only let us to the garden. The air outside is sweet, and
there is a relief in freedom from walls."

From habit, I suppose, they proceeded to the arena set apart for
military exercise. No one was there. The 'tzin seated himself on a
bench, making room for Hualpa, who still declined the courtesy,
saying,--

"I will give an account of myself to you, brave 'tzin, not only because
I should, but because I stand in need of your counsel. Look for nothing
strange; mine is a simple story of shame and failure. You know its
origin already. You remember the last night I spent with you here. I do,
at least. That day the king made me happier than I shall ever be again.
When I met you at the landing, the kiss of my betrothed was sweet upon
my lips, and I had but one sorrow in the world,--that you were an exile,
and could not take part, as you so wished and deserved, in the battle
which my hand was to precipitate next noon. I left you, and by dawn was
at my post in the temple. The hours were long. At last the time came.
All was ready. The ten thousand warriors chosen for the assault were in
their quarters. The lord Cuitlahua was in the tower of Huitzil', with
the _teotuctli_ and his pabas, at prayer. We awaited only the king's
word. Finally, Io' appeared. I saw him coming. I raised the stick, my
blood was warm, another instant and the signal would have been given--"
Hualpa's voice trembled, and he stopped.

"Go on," said the 'tzin. "What restrained you?"

"I remembered the words of the king,--'Io' will come to you at noon with
my commands,'--those were the words. I waited. 'Strike!' said Io'. 'The
command,--quick!' I cried. 'As you love life, strike!' he shouted.
Something unusual had taken place; I hesitated. 'Does the king so
command?' I asked. 'Time never was as precious! Give me the stick!' he
replied. But the duty was mine. 'With your own hand give the
signal,'--such was the order. I resisted, and he gave over the effort,
and, throwing himself at my feet, prayed me to strike. I refused the
prayer, also. Suddenly he sprang up, and ran out to the verge of the
temple overlooking the street. Lest he should cast himself off, I
followed. He turned to me, as I approached, and cried, with upraised
hands, 'Too late, too late! We are undone. Look where they carry him
off!' 'Whom?' I asked. 'The king--my father--a prisoner!' Below, past
the _coatapantli_, the royal palanquin was being borne, guarded by the
strangers. The blood stood still in my heart. I turned to the prince; he
was gone. A sense of calamity seized me. I ran to the tower, and called
the lord Cuitlahua, who was in time to see the procession. I shall never
forget the awful look he gave me, or his words." Hualpa again paused.

"What were they?" asked the 'tzin.

"'My lord Hualpa,' he said, 'had you given the signal when Io' came to
you first, I could have interposed my companies, and saved him. It is
now too late; he is lost. May the gods forgive you! A ruined country
cannot.'"

"Said he so?" exclaimed the 'tzin, indignantly. "By all the gods, he was
wrong!"

At these words, Hualpa for the first time dared look into the 'tzin's
face, surprised, glad, yet doubtful.

"How?" he asked. "Did you say I was right?"

"Yes."

Tears glistened in the Tihuancan's eyes, and he seized and kissed his
friend's hand with transport.

"I begin to understand you," the 'tzin said, still more kindly. "You
thought it your fault that the king was a prisoner; you fled for shame."

"Yes,--for shame."

"My poor friend!"

"But consider," said Hualpa,--"consider how rapidly I had risen, and to
what height. Admitting my self-accusations, when before did man fall so
far and so low? What wonder that I fled?"

"Well, you have my judgment. Seat yourself, and hear me further."

Hualpa took the seat this time; after which the 'tzin continued. "The
seizure was made in the palace. The king yielded to threats of death. He
could not resist. While the strangers were bearing him past the
_teocallis_, and you were looking at them, their weapons were at his
throat. Had you yielded to Io's prayer, and given the signal, and had
Cuitlahua obeyed, and with his bands attempted a rescue, your benefactor
would have been slain. Do not think me dealing in conjectures. I went to
him in the street, and prayed to be allowed to save him; he forbade me.
Therefore, hold not yourself in scorn; be happy; you saved his life a
second time."

Again Hualpa gave way to his gratitude.

"Nor is that all," the 'tzin continued. "In my opinion, the last rescue
was nobler than the first. As to the lord Cuitlahua, be at rest. He was
not himself when he chid you so cruelly; he now thinks as I do; he
exonerates you; his messengers have frequently come, asking if you had
returned. So, no more of shame. Give me now what else you did."

The sudden recall to the past appeared to throw Hualpa back; his head
sunk upon his breast again, and for a time he was silent; at length he
replied, "As I see now, good 'tzin, I have been very foolish. Before I
go on, assure me that you will listen with charity."

"With charity and love."

"I have hardly the composure to tell what more I did; yet the story will
come to you in some form. Judge me mercifully, and let the subject be
never again recalled."

"You have spoken."

"Very well. I have told you the words of the lord Cuitlahua; they burnt
me, like fire. Thinking myself forever disgraced, I descended from the
_azoteas_ to the street, and there saw the people's confusion, and heard
their cries and curses. I could not endure myself. I fled the city, like
a guilty wretch. Instinctively, I hurried to Tihuanco. There I avoided
every habitation, even my father's. News of evil travels fast. The old
merchant, I knew, must needs hear of the king's seizure and what I
regarded as my crime. So I cared not to meet his eyes. I passed the days
in the jungles hunting, but the charm of the old occupation was gone;
somehow my arrows flew amiss, and my limbs refused a long pursuit. How I
subsisted, I scarcely know. At last, however, my ideas began to take
form, and I was able to interrogate myself. Through the king's bounty, I
was a lord, and owner of a palace; by his favor, I further reflected,
Nenetzin was bound to me in solemn betrothal. What would she think of
me? What right had I, so responsible for his great misfortune, to retain
his gifts? I could release her from the odious engagement. At his feet I
could lay down the title and property; and then, if you refused me as a
soldier or slave, I could hide myself somewhere; for the grief-struck
and unhappy, like me, earth has its caverns and ocean its islands. And
so once more I hurried to Tenochtitlan. Yesterday I crossed the lake.
From the Chalcan I heard the story which alone was needed to make my
humiliation complete,--how Nenetzin, false to me, betrayed the great
purpose of her father, betook herself to the stranger's house, adopted
his religion, and became his wife or--spare me the word, good 'tzin.
After that, I lost no time, but went to the palace, made way through the
pale-faced guards at the gate and doors, each of whom seemed placed
there to attest the good king's condition and my infamy. Suitors and
lords of all degrees crowded the audience-chamber when I entered, and
upon every face was the same look of sorrow and dejection which I had
noticed upon the faces of the people whom I passed in the street. All
who turned eyes upon me appeared to become accusers, and say, 'Traitor,
behold thy victim!' Imagine the pressure upon my spirit. I made haste to
get away,--unseemly haste. What my salutation was I hardly know. I only
remember that, in some form of speech, I publicly resigned all his
honorable gifts. I remember, also, that when I took what I thought was
my last look at him,--friend, patron, king, father,--may the gods, who
have forbidden the relation, forgive the allusion!--I could not see him
for tears. My heart is in my throat now; then it nearly choked me. And
so ends my account. And once more, true friend, I come to you, Hualpa,
the Tihuancan, without title, palace, or privilege; without
distinction, except as the hero and victim of a marvellous fortune."

The 'tzin was too deeply touched, too full of sympathy, to reply
immediately. He arose, and paced the arena awhile. Resuming his seat
again, he asked simply, "And what said the king?"

"To what?"

"Your resignation."

"He refused to take back his gifts. They could not revert, he said,
except for crime."

"And he was right. You should have known him better. A king cannot
revoke a gift in any form."

After a spell of silence, the 'tzin spoke again.

"One matter remains. You are not guilty, as you supposed; your friends
have not lost their faith in you; such being the case, it were strange
if your feelings are as when you came here; and as purposes too often
follow feelings, I ask about the future. What do you intend? What wish?"

"I see you understand me well, good 'tzin. My folly has been so great
that I feel myself unworthy to be my own master. I ought not to claim a
purpose, much less a wish. I came to your door seeking to be taken back
into service; that was all the purpose I had. I rely upon your exceeding
kindness."

Hualpa moved as if to kneel; but the 'tzin caught him, and said, "Keep
your seat." And rising, he continued, severely, "Lord Hualpa,--for such
you still are,--all men, even the best, are criminals; but as for the
most part their crimes are against themselves, we take no notice of
them. In that sense you are guilty, and in such degree that you deserve
forfeiture of all the king refused to take back. Put pass we that,--pass
the folly, the misconduct. I will not take you into service; you have
your old place of friend and comrade, more fitting your rank."

Hualpa's face brightened, and he answered,--

"Command me, O 'tzin! With you I can be brave warrior, good citizen,
true friend; without you, I am nothing. Whatever the world thinks of me,
this I know,--I can reinstate myself in its good opinion before I can in
my own. Show me the way back to self-respect; restore me that, and I
will be your slave, soldier, comrade,--what you will."

"It is well," said Guatamozin, smiling at his earnestness. "It is well.
I can show you the way. Listen. The war, about which we have so often
talked, thanks to the gods! is finally at hand. The public opinion has
done its work. The whole nation would throw itself upon the strangers
to-morrow, but for the king, who has become their shield; and he must be
rescued; otherwise, we must educate the people to see in him an enemy to
be removed. We cannot spare the time for that, and consequently have
tried rescue in many ways, so far in vain. To-morrow we try again. The
plot is arranged and cannot fail, except by the king's own default.
Reserving explanation, I congratulate you. You are in time; the good
fortune clings to you. To-morrow I will set your feet in the way you
seek."

Hualpa gazed at him doubtingly. "To-morrow!" he said. "Will you trust me
so soon, and in a matter so high?"

"Yes."

"Will my part take me from you?"

"No."

"Then I thank you for the opportunity. On the _teocallis_, that dreadful
morning, I lost my assurance; whether it will ever return is doubtful;
but with you, at your side, I dare walk in any way."

"I understand you," the 'tzin replied. "Go now, and get ready. Unless
the king fail us, we will have combat requiring all our strength. To the
bath first, then to breakfast, then to find more seemly garments, then
to rest. I give you to midnight. Go."

CHAPTER II.

WHOM THE GODS DESTROY THEY FIRST MAKE MAD.

The morning after Hualpa's return Xoli, the Chalcan, as was his wont,
passed through his many rooms, making what may be called a domestic
reconnoissance.

"What!" he cried, perplexed. "How is this? The house is empty! Where are
all the lords?"

The slaves to whom he spoke shook their heads.

"Have there been none for breakfast?"

Again they shook their heads.

"Nor for _pulque_?"

"Not one this morning," they replied.

"Not even for a draught of _pulque_! Wonderful!" cried the broker,
bewildered and amazed. Then he hurried to his steward, soliloquizing as
he went, "Not one for breakfast; not even a draught of _pulque_! Holy
gods, to what is the generation coming?"

The perplexity of the good man was not without cause. The day the king
removed to the palace of Axaya', the royal hospitality went with him,
and had thenceforth been administered there; but though no less princely
and profuse than before, under the new _régime_ it was overshadowed by
the presence of the strangers, and for that reason became distasteful to
the titled personages accustomed to its enjoyment. Consequently, owners
of palaces in the city betook themselves to their own boards; others,
especially non-residents, quartered with the Chalcan; as a further
result, his house assumed the style of a _meson_, with accommodations
equal to those of the palace; such, at least, was the disloyal whisper,
and I am sorry to say Xoli did not repudiate the impeachment as became a
lover of the king. And such eating, drinking, playing, such conspiring
and plotting, such political discussion, such transactions in brokerage
went on daily and nightly under his roof as were never before known. Now
all this was broken off. The silence was not more frightful than
unprofitable.

"Steward, steward!" said Xoli to that functionary, distinguished by the
surpassing whiteness of his apron. "What has befallen? Where are the
patrons this morning?"

"Good master, the most your slave knows is, that last night a paba from
the great temple passed through the chambers, after which, very shortly,
every guest departed."

"A paba, a paba!" And Xoli was more than ever perplexed. "Heard you what
he said?"

"Not a word."

"About what time did he come?"

"After midnight."

"And that is all you know?"

The steward bowed, and Xoli passed distractedly to the front door, only
to find the portico as deserted as the chambers. Sight of the people
beginning to collect in the square, however, brought him some relief,
and he hailed the first passing acquaintance.

"A pleasant morning to you, neighbor."

"The same to you."

"Have you any news?"

"None, except I hear of a crowd of pabas in the city, come, as rumor
says, from Tezcuco, Cholula, Iztapalapan, and other lake towns."

"When did they come?"

"In the night."

"Oho! There's something afoot." And Xoli wiped the perspiration from his
forehead.

"So there is," the neighbor replied. "The king goes to the temple to
worship to-day."

A light broke in upon the Chalcan. "True, true; I had forgotten."

"Such is the talk," the citizen continued. "Will you be there? Everybody
is going."

"Certainly," answered Xoli, dryly. "If I do not go, everybody will not
be there. Look for me. The gods keep you!"

And with that, he re-entered his house, satisfied, but not altogether
quieted; wandering restlessly from chamber to chamber, he asked himself
continually, "Why so many pabas? And why do they come in the night? And
what can have taken the lords away so silently, and at such a
time,--without breakfast,--without even a draught of _pulque_?"

Invariably these interrogatories were followed by appeals to the great
ebony jar of snuff; after sneezing, he would answer himself, "Pabas for
worship, lords and soldiers for fighting; but pabas and soldiers
together! Something is afoot. I will stay at home, and patronize myself.
And yet--and yet--they might have told me something about it!"

* * * * *

About ten o'clock--to count the time as Christians do--the king issued
from the old palace, going in state to the _teocallis_, attended by a
procession of courtiers, warriors, and pabas. He was borne in an open
palanquin, shaded by the detached canopy, the whole presenting a
spectacle of imperial splendor.

The movement was slow and stately, through masses of people on the
pavements, under the gaze of other thousands on the housetops; but
neither the banners, nor the music, nor the pomp, nor the king himself,
though fully exposed to view, amused or deceived the people; for at the
right and left of the carriage walked Lugo, Alvarado, Avila, and Leon;
next, Olmedo, distinguishable from the native clergy by his shaven
crown, and the cross he carried aloft on the shaft of a lance; after
him, concluding the procession, one hundred and fifty Spaniards, ready
for battle. Priesthood,--king,--the strangers! Clearer, closer, more
inevitable, in the eyes of the people, arose the curse of Quetzal'.

When the monarch alighted at the foot of the first stairway of the
temple, the multitude far and near knelt, and so remained until the
pabas, delegated for the purpose, took him in their arms to carry him to
the _azoteas_. Four times in the passage of the terraces the cortege
came in view from the side toward the palace, climbing, as it were, to
the Sun;--dimmer the holy symbols, fainter the solemn music; and each
time the people knelt. The unfortunate going to worship was still the
great king!

A detachment of Christians, under De Morla, preceded the procession as
an advance-guard. Greatly were they surprised at what they found on the
_azoteas_. Behind Tlalac, at the head of the last stairway, were a score
or more of naked boys, swinging smoking censers; yet farther toward the
tower or sanctuary of Huitzil' was an assemblage of dancing priestesses,
veiled, rather than dressed, in gauzy robes and scarfs; from the steps
to the door of the sanctuary a passage-way had been left; elsewhere the
sacred area was occupied by pabas, drawn up in ranks close and
scrupulously ordered. Like their pontiff, each of them wore a gown of
black; but while his head was bare, theirs were covered by hoods. Thus
arranged,--silent, motionless, more like phantoms than men,--they both
shocked and disquieted the Spaniards. Indeed, so sensible were the
latter of the danger of their position, alone and unsupported in the
face of an array so dismal and solid, that many of them fell to counting
their beads and muttering _Aves_.

A savage dissonance greeted the king when he was set down on the
_azoteas_, and simultaneously the pabas burst into a hymn, and from the
urn over the tower a denser column of smoke arose, slow mounting, but
erelong visible throughout the valley. Half bending, he received the
blessing of Tlalac; then the censer-bearers swept around him; then, too,
jangling silver bells and beating calabashes, the priestesses began to
dance; in the midst of the salutation, the arch-priest, moving backward,
conducted him slowly toward the entrance of the sanctuary. At his side
strode the four cavaliers. The escort of Christians remained outside;
yet the pabas knew the meaning of their presence, and their hymn
deepened into a wail; the great king had gone before his god--a
prisoner!

The interior of the sanctuary was in ordinary condition; the floor and
the walls black with the blood of victims; the air foul and sickening,
despite the smoking censers and perfuming pans. The previous visit had
prepared the cavaliers for these horrors; nevertheless, a cry broke from
them upon their entrance. In a chafing-dish before the altar four human
hearts were slowly burning to coals!

"_Jesu Christo!_" exclaimed Alvarado. "Did not the pagans promise there
should be no sacrifice? Shrieve me never, if I toss not the contents of
yon dish into the god's face!"

"Stay!" cried Olmedo, seizing his arm. "Stir not! The business is mine.
As thou lovest God,--the true God,--get thee to thy place!"

The father spoke firmly, and the captain, grinding his teeth with rage,
submitted.

The pedestal of the idol was of stone, square in form, and placed in
the centre of the sanctuary. Several broad steps, fronting the
doorway,--door there was not,--assisted devotees up to a platform, upon
which stood a table curiously carved, and resting, as it were, under the
eyes of the god. The chamber, bare of furniture, was crowded with pabas,
kneeling and hooded and ranked, like their brethren outside. The
cavaliers took post by the entrance, with Olmedo between them and the
altar. Two priests, standing on the lower step, seemed waiting to assist
in the ceremonial, although, at the time, apparently absorbed in prayer.

Tlalac led the monarch by the hand up the steps.

"O king," he said, "the ears of the god are open. He will hear you. And
as to these companions in devotion," he pointed to the assistants as he
spoke, "avoid them not: they are here to pray for you; if need be, to
die for you. If they speak, be not surprised, but heed them well; what
they say will concern you, and all you best love."

Thereupon the arch-infidel let go the royal hand, and descended the
steps, moving backward; upon the floor he continued his movement.
Suddenly he stopped, turned, and was face to face with Olmedo; all the
passions of his savage nature blazed in his countenance; in reply, the
Christian priest calmly held up the cross, and smiled, and was content.

Meantime the monarch kissed the altar, and, folding his hands upon his
breast, was beginning to be abstracted in prayer, when he heard himself
addressed.

"Look not this way, O king, nor stir; but listen."

The words, audible throughout the chamber, proceeded from the nearest
devotee,--a tall man, well muffled in gown and hood. The monarch
controlled himself, and listened, while the speaker continued in a slow,
monotonous manner, designed to leave the cavaliers, whom he knew to be
observing him, in doubt whether he was praying or intoning some part of
the service of the occasion,--

"It is in the streets and in the palaces, and has gone forth into the
provinces, that Montezuma is the willing guest of the strangers, and
that from great love of them and their society, he will not come away,
although his Empire is dissolving, and the religion of his fathers
menaced by a new one; but know, O king, that the chiefs and caciques
refuse to credit the evil spoken of you, and, believing you a prisoner,
are resolved to restore you to freedom. Know further, O king, that this
is the time chosen for the rescue. The way back to the throne is clear;
you have only to go hence. What says the king? The nation awaits his
answer."

"The throne is inseparable from me,--is where I am, under my feet
always," answered the monarch, coldly.

"And there may it remain forever!" said the devotee, with fervor. "I
only meant to pray you to come from amongst the strangers, and set it
once more where it belongs,--amongst the loving hearts that gave it to
you. Misunderstand me not, O king. Short time have we for words. The
enemy is present. I offer you rescue and liberty."

"To offer me liberty is to deny that I am free. Who is he that proposes
to give me what is mine alone to give? I am with Huitzil'. Who comes
thus between me and the god?"

From the pabas in the chamber there was a loud murmur; but as the king
and devotee retained their composure, and, like praying men, looked
steadily at the face of Huitzil', the cavaliers remained unsuspicious
observers of what was to them merely a sinful ceremony.

"I am the humblest, though not the least loving, of all your subjects,"
the devotee answered.

"The name?" said the king. "You ask me to go hence: whither and with
whom?"

"Know me without speaking my name, O king. I am your brother's son."

Montezuma was visibly affected. Afterwhile he said,--

"Speak further. Consider what you have said true,--that I am a prisoner,
that the strangers present are my guards,--what are the means of rescue?
Speak, that I may judge of them. Conspiracy is abroad, and I do not
choose to be blindly led from what is called my prison to a tomb."

To the reasonable demand the 'tzin calmly replied, "That you were coming
to worship to-day, and the conditions upon which you had permission to
come, I learned from the _teotuctli_. I saw the opportunity, and
proposed to attempt your rescue. In Tlalac the gods have a faithful
servant, and you, O king, a true lover. When you were received upon the
_azoteas_, you did not fail to notice the pabas. Never before in any one
temple have there been so many assembled. They are the instruments of
the rescue."

"The instruments!" exclaimed the king, unable to repress his scorn.

The 'tzin interposed hastily. "Beware! Though what we say is not
understood by the strangers, their faculties are sharp, and very little
may awaken their suspicion and alarm; and if our offer be rejected,
better for you, O king, that they go hence ignorant of their danger and
our design. Yes, if your conjecture were true, if we did indeed propose
to face the _teules_ with barehanded pabas, your scorn would be
justified; but know that the concourse on the _azoteas_ is, in fact, of
chiefs and caciques, whose gowns do but conceal their preparation for
battle."

A pang contracted the monarch's face, and his hands closed harder upon
his breast; possibly he shuddered at the necessity so thrust upon him of
deciding between Malinche whom he feared, and the people whom he so
loved.

"Yes," continued the 'tzin, "here are the chosen of the realm,--the
noblest and the best,--each with his life in his hand, an offering to
you. What need of further words? You have not forgotten the habits of
war; you divine the object of the concourse of priests; you understand
they are formed in ranks, that, upon a signal, they may throw themselves
as one man upon the strangers. Here in the sanctuary are fifty more with
_maquahuitls_; behind them a door has been constructed to pass you
quickly to the _azoteas_; they will help me keep the door, and stay
pursuit, while you descend to the street. And now, O king, said I not
rightly? What have you to do more than go hence? Dread not for us. In
the presence of Huitzil', and in defence of his altar, we will fight. If
we fall in such glorious combat, he will waft our souls straightway to
the Sun."

"My son," the king answered, after a pause, "if I were a prisoner, I
would say you and the lords have done well; but, being free and pursuing
my own policy, I reject the rescue. Go your ways in peace; leave me to
my prayers. In a few days the strangers will depart; then, if not
sooner, I will come back as you wish, and bring the old time with me,
and make all the land happy."

The monarch ceased. He imagined the question answered and passed; but a
murmur, almost a groan, recalled him from the effort to abstract
himself. And then the _teotuctli_, exercising his privilege, went to
him, and, laying a hand upon his arm, and pointing up to the god,
said,--

"Hearken, O king! The strangers have already asked you to allow them to
set up an altar here in the house of Huitzil', that they may worship
their god after their manner. The request was sacrilege; listening to
it, a sin; to grant it would make you accursed forever. Save yourself
and the god, by going hence as the lords have besought. Be wise in
time."

"I have decided," said the poor king, in a trembling voice,--"I have
decided."

Tlalac looked to the 'tzin despairingly. The appeal to the monarch's
veneration for the god of his fathers had failed; what else remained?
And the 'tzin for the first time looked to the king, saying
sorrowfully,--

"Anahuac is the common mother, as Huitzil' is the father. The foot of
the stranger is heavy on her breast, and she cries aloud, 'Where is
Montezuma? Where is the Lord of the Earth? Where is the Child of the
Sun?'"

And silence hung heavy in the sanctuary, and the waiting was painful.
Again the 'tzin's voice,--

"A bride sits in the house waiting. Love puts its songs in her mouth,
and kindles her smiles with the dazzle of stars. But the bridegroom
lingers, and the evening and the morning bring him not. Ah, what is she,
though ever so beautiful and sweet-singing, when he comes not, and may
never come? O king, you are the lingering lord, and Anahuac the waiting
bride; as you love her, come."

The fated king covered his face with his hands, as if, by shutting out
the light, to find relief from pangs too acute for endurance. Minutes
passed,--minutes of torture to him, and of breathless expectancy to all
present, except the cavaliers, who, unconscious of peril, watched the
scene with indifference, or rather the scornful curiosity natural to men
professing a purer and diviner faith. At last his hand dropped, and he
said with dignity,--

"Let this end now,--so I command. My explanation must be accepted. I
cannot understand why, if you love me as you say, you should receive my
word with so little credit; and if you can devote yourselves so entirely
to me, why can you not believe me capable of equal devotion to myself?
Hear me once more. I do not love the strangers. I hope yet to see them
sacrificed to Huitzil'. They promise in a few days to leave the country,
and I stay with them to hasten their departure, and, in the mean time,
shield you, the nation, the temples, and the gods, from their power,
which is past finding out. Therefore, let no blow be struck at them,
here or elsewhere, without my order. I am yet the king. Let me have
peace. Peace be with you! I have spoken."

The 'tzin looked once to heaven, as if uttering a last appeal, or
calling it to witness a vow, then he fell upon his knees; he, too, had
despaired. And as if the feeling were contagious, the _teotuctli_ knelt,
and in the sanctuary there was stillness consistent with worship, save
when some overburdened breast relieved itself by a sigh, a murmur, or a
groan.

And history tells how Montezuma remained a little while at the altar,
and went peacefully back to his residence with the strangers.

CHAPTER III.

THE PUBLIC OPINION MAKES WAY.

In the _tianguez_, one market-day, there was an immense crowd, yet trade
was dull; indeed, comparatively nothing in that way was being done,
although the display of commodities was rich and tempting.

"Holy gods, what is to become of us?" cried a Cholulan merchant.

"You! You are rich. Dulness of the market cannot hurt you. But I,--I am
going to ruin."

The second speaker was a slave-dealer. Only the day before, he had, at
great cost, driven into the city a large train of his "stock" from the
wilderness beyond the Great River.

"Tell me, my friend," said a third party, addressing the slave-dealer,
though in hearing of the whole company, "heard you ever of a slave
owning a slave?"

"Not I."

"Heard you ever of a man going into the market to buy a slave, when he
was looking to become one himself?"

"Never."

"You have it then,--the reason nobody has been to your exhibition."

The bystanders appeared to assent to the proposition, which all
understood but the dealer in men, who begged an explanation.

"Yes, yes. You have just come home. I had forgotten. A bad time to be
abroad. But listen, friend." The speaker quietly took his pipe from his
mouth, and knocked the ashes out of the bowl. "We belong to Malinche;
you know who he is."

"I am not so certain," the dealer replied, gravely. "The most I can say
is, I have heard of him."

"O, he is a god--"

"With all a man's wants and appetites," interposed one.

"Yes, I was about to say that. For instance, day before yesterday he
sent down the king's order for three thousand _escaupiles_. What need--"

"They were for his Tlascalans."

"O, possibly. For whom were the cargoes of cotton cloth delivered
yesterday?"

"His women," answered the other, quickly.

"And the two thousand sandals?"

"For his soldiers?"

"And the gold of which the market was cleaned last week? And the gold
now being hunted in Tustepec and Chinantla? And the tribute being levied
so harshly in all the provinces,--for whom are they?"

"For Malinche himself."

[Illustration: LOOKED GLOOMILY INTO THE WATER]

"Yes, the god Malinche. Slave of a slave! My friend," said the chief
speaker to the slave-dealer, "there is no such relation known to the
law, and for that reason we cannot buy of you. Better go back with
all you have, and let the wilderness have its own again."

"But the goods of which you spoke; certainly they were paid for," said
the dealer, turning pale.

"No. There is nothing left of the royal revenue. Even the treasure which
the last king amassed, and walled up in the old palace, has been given
to Malinche. The empire is like a man in one respect, at least,--when
beggared, it cannot pay."

"And the king?"

"He is Malinche's, too."

"Yes," added the bystander; "for nowadays we never see his signet,
except in the hands of one of the strangers."

The dealer in men drew a long breath, something as near a sigh as could
come from one of his habits, and said, "I remember Mualox and his
prophecy; and, hearing these things, I know not what to think."

"We have yet one hope," said the chief spokesman, as if desirous of
concluding the conversation.

"And that?"

"Is the 'tzin Guatamo."

* * * * *

"What luck, Pepite?"

"Bad, very bad."

The questioner was the wife of the man questioned, who had just returned
from the market. Throwing aside his empty baskets, he sat down in the
shade of a bridge spanning one of the canals, and, locking his hands
across his bare knees, looked gloomily in the water. His canoe, with
others, was close at hand.

The wife, without seeming to notice his dejection, busied herself
setting out their dinner, which was humble as themselves, being of
boiled maize, tuna figs, and _tecuitlatl_, or cheese of the lake. When
the man began to eat, he began to talk,--a peculiarity in which he was
not altogether singular.

"Bad luck, very bad," he repeated. "I took my baskets to the old stand.
The flowers were fresh and sweet, gathered, you know, only last night.
The market was full of people, many of whom I knew to be rich enough to
buy at two prices; they came, and looked, and said, 'They are very nice,
Pepite, very nice,' but did not offer to buy. By and by the sun went up,
and stood overhead, and still no purchaser, not even an offer. It was
very discouraging, I tell you; and it would have been much more so, if I
had not pretty soon noticed that the market-people around me, fruiterers
and florists, were doing no better than I. Then I walked about to see my
friends; and in the porticos and booths as elsewhere in the square,--no
trade; plenty of people, but no trade. The jewellers had covered their
fronts with flowers,--I never saw richer,--you should have been
there!--and crowds stood about breathing the sweet perfume; but as to
purchasing, they did nothing of the sort. In fact, may the _mitlou_[46]
of our little house fly away to-night, if, in the whole day, I saw an
instance of trade, or so much as a cocoa-bean pass from one hand to
another!"

"It has been so many days now, only not quite so bad, Pepite," the wife
said, struggling to talk cheerfully. "What did they say was the cause?
Did any one speak of that?"

"O yes, everybody. Nothing else was talked. 'What is the use of working?
Why buy or sell? We have no longer a king or country. We are all slaves
now. We belong to Malinche. Afterwhile, because we are poor, he will
take us off to some of his farms, like that one he has down in Oajaca,
and set us to working, and keep the fruits, while he gives us the pains.
No, we do not want anything; the less we have, the lighter will be our
going down.' That is the way the talk went all day."

For the first time the woman threw off her pretence of cheerfulness, and
was still, absorbed in listening and thinking.

"Belong to Malinche! We? And our little ones at home? Not while the gods
live!" she said, confidently.

"Why not? You forget. Malinche is himself a god."

A doubt shook the strong faith of the wife; and soon, gloomy and
hopeless as Pepite, she sat down by him, and partook of the humble fare.

* * * * *

"The nation is dying. Let us elect another king," said an old cacique to
a crowd of nobles, of whom he was the centre, in the _pulque_ chamber of
the Chalcan. Bold words, which, half a year before, would have been
punished on the spot; now, they were heard in silence, if not with
approbation. "A king has no right to survive his glory," the veteran
continued; "and how may one describe his shame and guilt, when, from
fear of death, he suffers an enemy to use him, and turn his power
against his people!"

He stopped, and for a time the hush was threatening; then there was
clapping of hands, and voices cried out,--"Good, good!"

"May the gods forgive me, and witness that the speech was from love of
country, not hatred of Montezuma," said the cacique, deferentially.

"Whom would you have in his place? Name him," shouted an auditor.

"Montezuma,--if he will come back to us."

"He will not; he has already refused. Another,--give us another!"

"Be it so!" said the veteran, with decision. "My life is forfeit for
what I have said. The cell that holds the king Cacama and the good lord
Cuitlahua yawns for me also. I will speak." Quaffing a bowl of _pulque_,
he added, "Of all Anahuac, O my brothers, who, with the fewest years, is
wisest of head and bravest of heart, and therefore fittest to be king in
time like this?"

The question was of the kind that addresses itself peculiarly to
individual preferences,--the kind which has afflicted the world with its
saddest and greatest wars; yet, strange to say, the company, as with one
voice, and instantly, answered,--

"The 'tzin, the 'tzin. Guatamo, the 'tzin!"

* * * * *

In the evening time three pabas clomb the stairs by which the top of the
turret of Huitzil' on the _teocallis_ was reached from the _azoteas_.
Arrived at the top, they found there the night-watcher, who recognized
the _teotuctli_, and knelt to him.

"Arise, and get you down now," the arch-priest said; "we would be alone
awhile."

On a pedestal of stone, or rather of many stones, rested the brazier, or
urn, that held the sacred fire. In it crackled the consuming fagots,
while over it, with unsteady brilliancy, leaped the flames which, for so
many leagues away, were as a beacon in the valley. The three stopped in
the shadow of the urn, and might have studied the city, or those
subjects greater and more fascinating,--mysteries now, to-night,
forever,--Space, and its children, the Stars; but it was not to indulge
a common passion or uncertain speculations that Tlalac had brought from
their temples and altars his companions, the high-priests of Cholula and
Tezcuco. And there for a long time they remained, the grave and holy
servants of the gods of the New World, talking earnestly, on what
subject and with what conclusion we may gather.

"He is of us no longer," said Tlalac, impressively. "He has abandoned
his people; to a stranger he has surrendered himself, his throne and
power; he spends his days learning, from a new priesthood, a new creed,
and the things that pertain to a god of whom everything is unknown to
us, except that he is the enemy of our gods. I bore his desertion
patiently, as we always bear with those we love. By permission, as you
heard, he came one day to worship Huitzil'; the permission was on
condition that there should be no sacrifices. Worship without sacrifice,
my brethren! Can such thing be? When he came, he was offered rescue; the
preparations were detailed to him; he knew they could not fail; the
nobles begged him to accept the offer; I warned him against refusal;
yet, of choice, he went back to Malinche. Then patience almost forsook
me. Next, as you also know, came the unpardonable sin. In the chamber
below--the chamber sanctified by the presence of the mighty Huitzil'--I
will give you to see, if you wish, a profanation the like of which came
never to the most wicked dream of the most wicked Aztec,--an altar to
the new and unknown God. And to-morrow, if you have the curiosity, I
will give you to see the further sight,--a service, mixed of singing and
prayer, by priests of the strange God, at the same time, and side by
side with the worship of our gods,--all with the assent--nay, by
order--of Montezuma. Witness these crimes once, and your patience will
go quickly, whereas mine went slowly; but it is gone, and in its stead
lives only the purpose to do what the gods command."

"Let us obey the gods!" said the reverend high-priest of Cholula.

"Let us obey the gods!" echoed his holy brother of Tezcuco.

"Hear me, then," said Tlalac, with increased fervor. "I will give their
command. 'Raise up a new king, and save yourselves, by saving our
worship in the land!' so the gods say. And I am ready."

"But the law," said the Tezcucan.

"By the law," answered Tlalac, "there can be kings only in the order of
election."

"And so?"

"Montezuma--_must_--DIE!"

Tlalac said these terrible words slowly, but firmly.

"And who will be the instrument?" they asked.

"Let us trust the gods," he answered. "For love of them men go down to
death every day; and of the many lovers, doubt not some one will be
found to do their bidding."

And so it was agreed.

* * * * *

And so, slowly but surely, the Public Opinion made its way, permeating
all classes,--laborers, merchants, warriors, and priests.

FOOTNOTES:

[46] Household god of the lowest grade.

CHAPTER IV.

THE 'TZIN'S FAREWELL TO QUETZAL'.

If I were writing history, it would delight me to linger over the
details of Cortes' management after the arrest of Montezuma; for in them
were blent, fairly as ever before seen, the grand diversities of war,
politics, and governmental administration. Anticipating interference
from the headquarters in Cuba, he exercised all his industry and craft
to recommend himself directly to his Majesty, the Emperor Charles. The
interference at last came in the form of a grand expedition under
Panfilo de Narvaez; but in the interval,--a period of little more than
five months,--he had practically reduced the new discovery to
possession, as attested by numerous acts of sovereignty,--such, for
instance, as the coast of the gulf surveyed; colonies established;
plantations opened and worked with profit; tribute levied: high
officials arrested, disseized, and executed; the collection and division
of a treasure greater than ever before seen by Christians in the New
World; communication with the capital secured by armed brigantines on
the lakes; the cross set up and maintained in the _teocallis_; and last,
and, by custom of the civilized world, most absolute, Montezuma brought
to acknowledge vassalage and swear allegiance to the Emperor; and
withal, so perfect was the administration of affairs, that a Spaniard,
though alone, was as safe in the defiles between Vera Cruz and
Tenochtitlan as he would have been in the _caminos reales_ of old Spain,
as free in the great _tianguez_ as on the quay of Cadiz.

Narvaez's expedition landed in May, six months after Cortes entered
Tenochtitlan; and to that time I now beg to advance my reader.

Cortes himself is down in Cempoalla; having defeated Narvaez, he is
lingering to gather the fruits of his extraordinary victory. In the
capital Alvarado is commanding, supported by the Tlascalans, and about
one hundred and fifty Christians. Under his administration, affairs have
gone rapidly from bad to worse; and in selecting him for a trust so
delicate and important, Cortes has made his first serious mistake.

* * * * *

At an early hour in the evening Mualox came out of the sanctuary of his
Cû, bearing an armful of the flowers which had been used in the
decoration of the altar. The good man's hair and beard were whiter than
when last I noticed him; he was also feebler, and more stooped; so the
time is not far distant when Quetzal' will lose his last and most
faithful servant. As he was about to ascend the stairway of the tower,
his name was called, and, stopping, he was overtaken by two men.

"Guatamozin!" he exclaimed, in surprise.

"Be not alarmed, father, but put down your burden, and rest awhile. My
friend here, the lord Hualpa, has brought me news, which calls me away.
Rest, therefore, and give me time for thanks and explanation."

"What folly is this?" asked Mualox, hastily, and without noticing
Hualpa's salutation. "Go back to the cell. The hunters are abroad and
vigilant as ever. I will cast these faded offerings into the fire, and
come to you."

The 'tzin was in the guise of a paba. To quiet the good man's alarm, he
drew closer the hood that covered his head, remarking, "The hunters will
not come. Give Hualpa the offerings; he will carry them for you."

Hualpa took them, and left; then Mualox said, "I am ready to hear.
Speak."

"Good father," the 'tzin began, "not long since, in the sanctuary there,
you told me--I well remember the words--that the existence of my country
depended upon my action; by which I understood you to prefigure for me
an honorable, if not fortunate, destiny. I believe you had faith in what
you said; for on many occasions since you have exerted yourself in my
behalf. That I am not now a prisoner in the old palace with Cacama and
the lord Cuitlahua is due to you; indeed, if it be true, as I was told,
that the king gave me to Malinche to be dealt with as he chose, I owe
you my life. These are the greatest debts a man can be bound for; I
acknowledge them, and, if the destiny should be fortunate as we hope,
will pay them richly; but now all I can give you is my thanks, and what
I know you will better regard,--my solemn promise to protect this sacred
property of the holy Quetzal'. Take the thanks and the promise, and let
me have your blessing. I wish now to go."

"Whither?" asked Mualox.

"To the people. They have called me; the lord Hualpa brings me their
message."

"No, you will not go," said the paba, reproachfully. "Your resolution is
only an impulse; impatience is not a purpose; and--and here are peace,
and safety, and a holy presence."

"But honor, father,--"

"That will come by waiting."

"Alas!" said the 'tzin, bitterly, "I have waited too long already. I
have most dismal news. When Malinche marched to Cempoalla, he left in
command here the red-haired chief whom we call _Tonatiah_. This, you
know, is the day of the incensing of Huitzil'--"

"I know, my son,--an awful day! The day of cruel sacrifice, itself a
defiance of Quetzal'."

"What!" said Guatamozin, in angry surprise. "Are you not an Aztec?"

"Yes, an Aztec, and a lover of his god, the true god, whose return he
knows to be near, and,"--to gather energy of expression, he paused, then
raised his hands as if flinging the words to a listener overhead,--"and
whom he would welcome, though the land be swimming in the blood of
unbelievers."

The violence and incoherency astonished the 'tzin, and as he looked at
the paba fixedly, he was sensible for the first time of a fear that the
good man's mind was affected. And he considered his age and habits, his
days and years spent in a great, cavernous house, without amusement,
without companionship, without varied occupation; for the thinker, it
must be remembered, knew nothing of Tecetl or the world she made so
delightful. Moreover, was not mania the effect of long brooding over
wrongs, actual or imaginary? Or, to put the thought in another form, how
natural that the solitary watcher of decay, where of all places decay
is most affecting, midst antique and templed splendor, should make the
cause of Quetzal' his, until, at last, as the one idea of his being, it
mastered him so absolutely that a division of his love was no longer
possible. If the misgiving had come alone, the pain that wrung the 'tzin
would have resolved itself in pity for the victim, so old, so faithful,
so passionate; but a dreadful consequence at once presented itself. By a
strange fatality, the mystic had been taken into the royal councils,
where, from force of faith, he had gained faith. Now,--and this was the
dread,--what if he had cast the glamour of his mind over the king's, and
superinduced a policy which had for object and end the peaceable
transfer of the nation to the strangers?

This thought thrilled the 'tzin indefinably, and in a moment his pity
changed to deep distrust. To master himself, he walked away; coming
back, he said quietly, "The day you pray for has come; rejoice, if you
can."

"I do not understand you," said Mualox.

"I will explain. This is the day of the incensing of Huitzil', which,
you know, has been celebrated for ages as a festival religious and
national. This morning, as customary, lords and priests, personages the
noblest and most venerated, assembled in the court-yard of the temples.
To bring the great wrong out in clearer view, I ought to say, father,
that permission to celebrate had been asked of _Tonatiah_, and
given,--to such a depth have we fallen! And, as if to plunge us into a
yet lower deep, he forbade the king's attendance, and said to the
_teotuctli_, 'There shall be no sacrifice.'"

"No victims, no blood!" cried Mualox, clasping his hands. "Blessed be
Quetzal'!"

The 'tzin bore the interruption, though with an effort.

"In the midst of the service," he continued, "when the yard was most
crowded, and the revelry gayest, and the good company most happy and
unsuspecting, dancing, singing, feasting, suddenly _Tonatiah_ and his
people rushed upon them, and began to kill, and stayed not their hands
until, of all the revellers, not one was left alive; leaders in battle,
ministers at the altar, old and young,--all were slain![47] O such a
piteous sight! The court is a pool of blood. Who will restore the flower
this day torn from the nation? O holy gods, what have we done to merit
such calamity?"

Mualox listened, his hands still clasped.

"Not one left alive! Not one, did you say?"

"Not one."

The paba arose from his stooping, and upon the 'tzin flashed the old
magnetic flame.

"What have you done, ask you? Sinned against the true and only god--"

"I?" said the 'tzin, for the moment shrinking.

"The nation,--the nation, blind to its crimes, no less blind to the
beginning of its punishment! What you call calamity, I call vengeance.
Starting in the house of Huitzil',--the god for whom my god was
forsaken,--it will next go to the city; and if the lords so perish, how
may the people escape? Let them tremble! He is come, he is come! I knew
him afar, I know him here. I heard his step in the valley, I see his
hand in the court. Rejoice, O 'tzin! He has drunk the blood of the
sacrificers. To-morrow his house must be made ready to receive him. Go
not away! Stay, and help me! I am old. Of the treasure below I might
make use to buy help; but such preparation, like an offering at the
altar, is most acceptable when induced by love. Love for love. So said
Quetzal' in the beginning; so he says now."

"Let me be sure I understand you, father. What do you offer me?" asked
the 'tzin, quietly.

"Escape from the wrath," replied Mualox.

"And what is required of me?"

"To stay here, and, with me, serve his altar."

"Is the king also to be saved?"

"Surely; he is already a servant of the god's."

Under his gown the 'tzin's heart beat quicker, for the question and
answer were close upon the fear newly come to him, as I have said; yet,
to leave the point unguarded in the paba's mind, he asked,--

"And the people: if I become what you ask, will they be saved?"

"No. They have forgotten Quetzal' utterly."

"When the king became your fellow-servant, father, made he no terms for
his dependants, for the nation, for his family?"

"None."

Guatamozin dropped the hood upon his shoulders, and looked at Mualox
sternly and steadily; and between them ensued one of those struggles of
spirit against spirit in which glances are as glittering swords, and the
will holds the place of skill.

"Father," he said, at length, "I have been accustomed to love and obey
you. I thought you good and wise, and conversant with things divine, and
that one so faithful to his god must be as faithful to his country; for
to me, love of one is love of the other. But now I know you better. You
tell me that Quetzal' has come, and for vengeance; and that, in the fire
of his wrath, the nation will be destroyed; yet you exult, and endeavor
to speed the day by prayer. And now, too, I understand the destiny you
had in store for me. By hiding in this gown, and becoming a priest at
your altar, I was to escape the universal death. What the king did, I
was to do. Hear me now: I cut myself loose from you. With my own eyes I
look into the future. I spurn the destiny, and for myself will carve out
a better one by saving or perishing with my race. No more waiting on
others! no more weakness! I will go hence and strike--"

"Whom?" asked Mualox, impulsively. "The king and the god?"

"He is not my god," said the 'tzin, interrupting him in turn. "The enemy
of my race is my enemy, whether he be king or god. As for
Montezuma,"--at the name his voice and manner changed,--"I will go
humbly, and, from the dust into which he flung them, pick up his royal
duties. Alas! no other can. Cuitlahua is a prisoner; so is Cacama; and
in the court-yard yonder, cold in death, lie the lords who might with
them contest the crown and its tribulations. I alone am left. And as to
Quetzal',--I accept the doom of my country,--into the heart of his
divinity I cast my spear! So, farewell, father. As a faithful servant,
you cannot bless whom your god has cursed. With you, however, be all the
peace and safety that abide here. Farewell."

"Go not, go not!" cried Mualox, as the 'tzin, calling to Hualpa, turned
his back upon him. "We have been as father and son. I am old. See how
sorrow shakes these hands, stretched toward you in love."

Seeing the appeal was vain, the paba stepped forward and caught the
'tzin's arm, and said, "I pray you stay,--stay. The destiny follows
Quetzal', and is close at hand, and brings in its arms the throne."

Neither the tempter nor the temptation moved the 'tzin; he called Hualpa
again; then the holy man let go his arm, and said, sadly, "Go thy
way,--one scoffer more! Or, if you stay, hear of what the god will
accuse you, so that, when your calamity comes, as come it will, you may
not accuse him."

"I will hear."

"Know, then, O 'tzin, that Quetzal', the day he landed from Tlapallan,
took you in his care; a little later, he caused you to be sent into
exile--"

"Your god did that!" exclaimed the 'tzin. "And why?"

"Out of the city there was safety," replied Mualox, sententiously; in a
moment, he continued, "Such, I say, was the beginning. Attend to what
has followed. After Montezuma went to dwell with the strangers, the king
of Tezcuco revolted, and drew after him the lords of Iztapalapan,
Tlacopan, and others; to-day they are prisoners, while you are free.
Next, aided by Tlalac, you planned the rescue of the king by force in
the _teocallis_; for that offence the officers hunted you, and have not
given over their quest; but the cells of Quetzal' are deep and dark; I
called you in, and yet you are safe. To-day Quetzal' appeared amongst
the celebrants, and to-night there is mourning throughout the valley,
and the city groans under the bloody sorrow; still you are safe. A few
days ago, in the old palace of Axaya', the king assembled his lords, and
there he and they became the avowed subjects of a new king, Malinche's
master; since that the people, in their ignorance, have rung the heavens
with their curses. You alone escaped that bond; so that, if Montezuma
were to join his fathers, asleep in Chapultepec, whom would soldier,
priest, and citizen call to the throne? Of the nobles living, how many
are free to be king? And of all the empire, how many are there of whom I
might say, 'He forgot not Quetzal''? One only. And now, O son, ask you
of what you will be accused, if you abandon this house and its god? or
what will be forfeit, if now you turn your back upon them? Is there a
measure for the iniquity of ingratitude? If you go hence for any purpose
of war, remember Quetzal' neither forgets nor forgives; better that you
had never been born."

By this time, Hualpa had joined the party. Resting his hand upon the
young man's shoulder, the 'tzin fixed on Mualox a look severe and steady
as his own, and replied,--"Father, a man knows not himself; still less
knows he other men; if so, how should I know a being so great as you
claim your god to be? Heretofore, I have been contented to see Quetzal'
as you have painted him,--a fair-faced, gentle, loving deity, to whom
human sacrifice was especially abhorrent; but what shall I say of him
whom you have now given me to study? If he neither forgets nor forgives,
wherein is he better than the gods of Mictlan? Hating, as you have said,
the sacrifice of one man, he now proposes, you say, not as a process of
ages, but at once, by a blow or a breath, to slay a nation numbering
millions. When was Huitzil' so awfully worshipped? He will spare the
king, you further say, because he has become his servant; and I can find
grace by a like submission. Father,"--and as he spoke the 'tzin's manner
became inexpressibly noble,--"father, who of choice would live to be the
last of his race? The destiny brings me a crown: tell me, when your god
has glutted himself, where shall I find subjects? Comes he in person or
by representative? Am I to be his crowned slave or Malinche's? Once for
all, let Quetzal' enlarge his doom; it is sweeter than what you call his
love. I will go fight; and, if the gods of my fathers--in this hour
become dearer and holier than ever--so decree, will die with my people.
Again, father, farewell."

Again the withered hands arose tremulously, and a look of exceeding
anguish came to the paba's help.

"If not for love of me, or of self, or of Quetzal', then for love of
woman, stay."

Guatamozin turned quickly. "What of her?"

"O 'tzin, the destiny you put aside is hers no less than yours."

The 'tzin raised higher his princely head, and answered, smiling
joyously,--

"Then, father, by whatever charm, or incantation, or virtue of prayer
you possess, hasten the destiny,--hasten it, I conjure you. A tomb would
be a palace with her, a palace would be a tomb without her."

And with the smile still upon his face, and the resolution yet in his
heart, he again, and for the last time, turned his back upon Mualox.

FOOTNOTES:

[47] Sahagun, Hist. de Nueva Esp. Gomara, Cronica. Prescott, Conq.
of Mexico.

CHAPTER V.

THE CELLS OF QUETZAL' AGAIN.

"A victim! A victim!"

"Hi, hi!"

"Catch him!"

"Stone him!"

"Kill him!"

So cried a mob, at the time in furious motion up the beautiful street.
Numbering hundreds already, it increased momentarily, and howled as only
such a monster can. Scarce eighty yards in front ran its
game,--Orteguilla, the page.

The boy was in desperate strait. His bonnet, secured by a braid, danced
behind him; his short cloak, of purple velvet, a little faded, fluttered
as if struggling to burst the throat-loop; his hands were clenched; his
face pale with fear and labor. He ran with all his might, often looking
back; and as his course was up the street, the old palace of Axaya' must
have been the goal he sought,--a long, long way off for one unused to
such exertion and so fiercely pressed. At every backward glance, he
cried, in agony of terror, "Help me, O Mother of Christ! By God's love,
help me!" The enemy was gaining upon him.

The lad, as I think I have before remarked, had been detailed by Cortes
to attend Montezuma, with whom, as he was handsome and witty, and had
soon acquired the Aztecan tongue and uncommon skill at _totoloque_, he
had become an accepted favorite; so that, while useful to the monarch as
a servant, he was no less useful to the Christian as a detective. In the
course of his service, he had been frequently intrusted with his royal
master's signet, the very highest mark of confidence. Every day he
executed errands in the _tianguez_, and sometimes in even remoter
quarters of the city. As a consequence he had come to be quite well
known, and to this day nothing harmful or menacing had befallen him,
although, as was not hard to discern, the people would have been better
satisfied had Maxtla been charged with such duties.

On this occasion,--the day after the interview between the 'tzin and
Mualox,--while executing some trifling commission in the market, he
became conscious of a change in the demeanor of those whom he met; of
courtesies, there were none; he was not once saluted; even the jewellers
with whom he dealt viewed him coldly, and asked not a word about the
king; yet, unaware of danger, he went to the portico of the Chalcan, and
sat awhile, enjoying the shade and the fountain, and listening to the
noisy commerce without.

Presently, he heard a din of conchs and attabals, the martial music of
the Aztecs. Somewhat startled, and half hidden by the curtains, he
looked out, and beheld, coming from the direction of the king's palace,
a procession bearing ensigns and banners of all shapes, designs, and
colors.

At the first sound of the music, the people, of whom, as usual, there
were great numbers in the _tianguez_, quitted their occupations, and ran
to meet the spectacle, which, without halting, came swiftly down to the
Chalcan's; so that there passed within a few feet of the adventurous
page a procession rarely beautiful,--a procession of warriors marching
in deep files, each one helmeted, and with a shield at his back, and a
banner in his hand,--an army with banners.

At the head, apart from the others, strode a chief whom all eyes
followed. Even Orteguilla was impressed with his appearance. He wore a
tunic of very brilliant feather-work, the skirt of which fell almost to
his knees; from the skirt to the ankles his lower limbs were bare;
around the ankles, over the thongs of the sandals, were rings of
furbished silver; on his left arm he carried a shield of shining metal,
probably brass, its rim fringed with locks of flowing hair, and in the
centre the device of an owl, snow-white, and wrought of the plumage of
the bird; over his temples, fixed firmly in the golden head-band, there
were wings of a parrot, green as emerald, and half spread. He exceeded
his followers in stature, which appeared the greater by reason of the
long Chinantlan spear in his right hand, used as a staff. To the whole
was added an air severely grand; for, as he marched, he looked neither
to the right nor left,--apparently too absorbed to notice the people,
many of whom even knelt upon his approach. From the cries that saluted
the chief, together with the descriptions he had often heard of him,
Orteguilla recognized Guatamozin.

The procession wellnigh passed, and the young Spaniard was studying the
devices on the ensigns, when a hand was laid upon his shoulder; turning
quickly to the intruder, he saw the prince Io', whom he was in the habit
of meeting daily in the audience-chamber of the king. The prince met his
smile and pleasantry with a sombre face, and said, coldly,--

"You have been kind to the king, my father; he loves you; on your hand I
see his signet; therefore I will serve you. Arise, and begone; stay not
a moment. You were never nearer death than now."

Orteguilla, scarce comprehending, would have questioned him, but the
prince spoke on.

"The chiefs who inhabit here are in the procession. Had they found you,
Huitzil' would have had a victim before sunset. Stay not; begone!"

While speaking, Io' moved to the curtained doorway from which he had
just come. "Beware of the people in the square; trust not to the signet.
My father is still the king; but the lords and pabas have given his
power to another,--him whom you saw pass just now before the banners. In
all Anahuac Guatamozin's word is the law, and that word is--War." And
with that he passed into the house.

The page was a soldier, not so much in strength as experience, and brave
from habit; now, however, his heart stood still, and a deadly coldness
came over him; his life was in peril. What was to be done?

The procession passed by, with the multitude in a fever of enthusiasm;
then the lad ventured to leave the portico, and start for his quarters,
to gain which he had first to traverse the side of the square he was on;
that done, he would be in the beautiful street, going directly to the
desired place. He strove to carry his ordinary air of confidence; but
the quick step, pale face, and furtive glance would have been tell-tales
to the shopkeepers and slaves whom he passed, if they had been the least
observant. As it was, he had almost reached the street, and was
felicitating himself, when he heard a yell behind him. He looked back,
and beheld a party of warriors coming at full speed. Their cries and
gestures left no room to doubt that he was their object. He started at
once for life.

The noise drew everybody to the doors, and forthwith everybody joined
the chase. After passing several bridges, the leading pursuers were
about seventy yards behind him, followed by a stream of supporters
extending to the _tianguez_ and beyond. So we have the scene with which
the chapter opens.

The page's situation was indeed desperate. He had not yet reached the
king's palace, on the other side of which, as he knew, lay a stretch of
street frightful to think of in such a strait. The mob was coming
rapidly. To add to his horror, in front appeared a body of men armed and
marching toward him; at the sight, they halted; then they formed a line
of interception. His steps flagged; fainter, but more agonizing, arose
his prayer to Christ and the Mother. Into the recesses on either hand,
and into the doors and windows, and up to the roofs, and down into the
canals, he cast despairing glances; but chance there was not; capture
was certain, and then the--SACRIFICE!

That moment he reached a temple of the ancient construction,--properly
speaking, a Cû,--low, broad, massive, in architecture not unlike the
Egyptian, and with steps along the whole front. He took no thought of
its appearance, nor of what it might contain; he saw no place of refuge
within; his terror had become a blind, unreasoning madness. To escape
the sacrifice was his sole impulse; and I am not sure but that he would
have regarded death in any form other than at the hands of the pabas as
an escape. So he turned, and darted up the steps; before his foremost
pursuer was at the bottom, he was at the top.

With a glance he swept the _azoteas_. Through the wide, doorless
entrance of a turret, he saw an altar of stainless white marble,
decorated profusely with flowers; imagining there might be pabas
present, and possibly devotees, he ran around the holy place, and came
to a flight of steps, down which he passed to a court-yard bounded on
every side by a colonnade. A narrow doorway at his right hand, full of
darkness, offered him a hiding-place.

In calmer mood, I doubt if the young Spaniard could have been induced
alone to try the interior of the Cû. He would at least have studied the
building with reference to the cardinal points of direction; now,
however, driven by the terrible fear, without thought or question,
without precaution of any kind, taking no more note of distance than
course, into the doorway, into the unknown, headlong he plunged. The
darkness swallowed him instantly; yet he did not abate his speed, for
behind him he heard--at least he fancied so--the swift feet of pursuers.
Either the dear Mother of his prayers, or some ministering angel, had
him in keeping during the blind flight; but at last he struck obliquely
against a wall; in the effort to recover himself, he reeled against
another; then he measured his length upon the floor, and remained
exhausted and fainting.

CHAPTER VI

LOST IN THE OLD CÛ.

The page at last awoke from his stupor. With difficulty he recalled his
wandering senses. He sat up, and was confronted everywhere by a darkness
like that in sealed tombs. Could he be blind? He rubbed his eyes, and
strained their vision; he saw nothing. Baffled in the appeal to that
sense, he resorted to another; he felt of his head, arms, limbs, and was
reassured: he not only lived, but, save a few bruises, was sound of
body. Then he extended the examination; he felt of the floor, and,
stretching his arms right and left, discovered a wall, which, like the
floor, was of masonry. The cold stone, responding to the touch, sent its
chill along his sluggish veins; the close air made breathing hard; the
silence, absolutely lifeless,--and in that respect so unlike what we
call silence in the outer world, which, after all, is but the time
chosen by small things, the entities of the dust and grass and winds,
for their hymnal service, heard full-toned in heaven, if not by us,--the
dead, stagnant, unresonant silence, such as haunts the depths of old
mines and lingers in the sunken crypts of abandoned castles, awed and
overwhelmed his soul.

Where was he? How came he there? With head drooping, and hands and arms
resting limp upon the floor, weak in body and spirit, he sat a long time
motionless, struggling to recall the past, which came slowly, enabling
him to set the race again with all its incidents: the enemy in rear, the
enemy in front; the temple stairs, with their offer of escape; the
_azoteas_, the court, the dash into the doorway under the
colonnade,--all came back slowly, I say, bringing a dread that he was
lost, and that, in a frantic effort to avoid death in one form, he had
run open-eyed to embrace it in another even more horrible.

The dread gave him strength. He arose to his feet, and stood awhile,
straining his memory to recall the direction of the door which had
admitted him to the passage. Could he find that door, he would wait a
fitting time to slip from the temple; for which he would trust the
Mother and watch. But now, what was done must needs be done quickly;
for, though but an ill-timed fancy, he thought he felt a sensation of
hunger, indicating that he had been a long time lying there; how long,
of course, he knew not.

Memory served him illy, or rather not at all; so that nothing would do
now but to feel his way out. O for a light, if only a spark from a
gunner's match, or the moony gleam of a Cuban glow-worm!

As every faculty was now alert, he was conscious of the importance of
the start; if that were in the wrong direction, every inch would be from
the door, and, possibly, toward his grave. First, then, was he in a hall
or a chamber? He hoped the former, for then there would be but two
directions from which to choose; and if he took the wrong one, no
matter; he had only to keep on until the fact was made clear by the
trial, and then retrace his steps. "Thanks, O Holy Mother! In the
darkness thou art with thy children no less than in the day!" And with
the pious words, he crossed himself, forehead and breast, and set about
the work.

To find if he were in a passage,--that was the first point. He laid his
hand upon the wall again, and started in the course most likely, as he
believed, to take him to the daylight, never before so beautiful to his
mind.

The first step suggested a danger. There might be traps in the floor. He
had heard the question often at the camp-fire, What is done with the
bodies of the victims offered up in the heathen worship? Some said they
were eaten; others, that there were vast receptacles for them in the
ungodly temples,--miles and miles of catacombs, filled with myriads of
bones of priests and victims. If he should step off into a pit devoted
to such a use! His hair bristled at the thought. Carefully, slowly,
therefore, his hands pressed against the rough wall, his steps short,
one foot advanced to feel the way for the other, so he went, and such
was the necessity.

Scarcely three steps on he found another dilemma. The wall suddenly fell
away under his hand; he had come to the angle of a corner. He stopped to
consider. Should he follow the wall in its new course? It occurred to
him that the angle was made by a crossing of passages, that he was then
in the square of their intersection; so the chances of finding the right
outlet were three to one against him. He was more than ever confused.
Hope went into low ebb. Would he ever get out? Had he been missed in
the old palace? If hostilities had broken out, as intimated by the
prince Io', would his friends be permitted to look for him in the city?
The king was his friend, but, alas! his power had been given to another.
No, there was no help for him; he must stay there as in his tomb, and
die of hunger and thirst,--die slowly, hour by hour, minute by minute.
Already the fever of famine was in his blood,--next to the fact is the
fancy. If his organism had begun to consume itself, how long could he
last? Never were moments so precious to him. Each one carried off a
fraction of the strength upon which his escape depended; each one must,
therefore, be employed. No more loitering; action, action! In the
darkness he looked to heaven, and prayed tearfully to the Mother.

The better to understand his situation, and what he did, it may be well
enough to say here, that the steps by which he descended into the
court-yard faced the west; and as, from the court, he took shelter in a
door to his right, the passage must have run due north. When, upon
recovery from the fainting-spell, he started to regain the door, he was
still in the passage, but unhappily followed its continuation northward;
every step, in that course, consequently, was so much into instead of
out of the labyrinth. And now, to make the situation worse, he weakly
clung to the wall, and at the corner turned to the right; after which
his painful, toilsome progress was to the east, where the chances were
sure to be complicated.

If the reader has ever tried to pass through a strange hall totally
darkened, he can imagine the young Spaniard in motion. Each respiration,
each movement, was doubly loud; the slide and shuffle of the feet,
changing position, filled the rock-bound space with echoes, which, by a
cooler head than his, might have been made tell the width and height of
the passage, and something of its depth. There were times when the
sounds seemed startlingly like the noise of another person close by;
then he would stop, lay hand on his dagger, the only weapon he had, and
listen nervously, undetermined what to do.

In the course of the tedious movement, he came to narrow apertures at
intervals in the wall, which he surmised to be doors of apartments.
Before some of them he paused, thinking they might be occupied; but
nothing came from them, or was heard within, but the hollow
reverberations usual to empty chambers. The crackle of cement underfoot
and the crevices in the wall filled with dust assured him that a long
time had passed since a saving hand had been there; yet the evidences
that the old pile had once been populous made its present desertion all
the more impressive. Afterwhile he began to wish for the appearance of
somebody, though an enemy. Yet farther on, when the awful silence and
darkness fully kindled his imagination, and gave him for companionship
the spirits of the pagans who had once--how far back, who could
say?--made the cells animate with their prayers and orgies, the yearning
for the company of anything living and susceptible of association became
almost insupportable.

Several times, as he advanced, he came to cross passages. Of the
distance made, he could form no idea. Once he descended a flight of
steps, and at the bottom judged himself a story below the level of the
court and street; reflecting, however, that he could not have clomb them
on the way in without some knowledge of them, he again paused for
consideration. The end of the passage was not reached: he could not say
the door he sought was not there; he simply believed not; still he
resolved to go back to the starting-point and begin anew.

He set out bravely, and proceeded with less caution than in coming.
Suddenly he stopped. He had neglected to count the doors and
intersecting passages along the way; consequently he could not identify
the starting-point when he reached it. Merciful God! _he was now indeed_
LOST!

For a time he struggled against the conviction; but when the condition
was actually realized, a paroxysm seized him. He raised his hands
wildly, and shouted, _Ola! Ola!_ The cry smote the walls near by until
they rang again, and, flying down the passage, died lingeringly in the
many chambers, leaving him so shaken by the discordance that he cowered
nearly to the floor, as if, instead of human help, he had conjured a
demon, and looked for its instant appearance. Summoning all his
resolution, he again shouted the challenge, but with the same result; no
reply except the mocking echoes, no help. He was in a tomb, buried
alive! And at that moment, resulting doubtless from the fever of mind
and body, he was conscious of the first decided sensation of thirst,
accompanied by the thought of running water, cool, sweet, and limpid; as
if to add to his torture, he saw then, not only that he was immured
alive, but how and of what he was to die. Then also he saw why his
enemies gave up the pursuit at the passage-door. Lost in the depths of
the Cû, out of reach of help, groping here and there through the
darkness, in hours condensing years of suffering, dead, finally, of
hunger and thirst,--was he not as much a victim as if formally butchered
by the _teotuctli_? And if, in the eyes of the heathen god, suffering
made the sacrifice appreciable, when was there one more perfect?

"No, no," he cried, "I am a Christian, in care of the Christian's God. I
am too young, too strong. I can walk; if need be, run; and there are
hours and days before me. I will find the door. Courage, courage! And
thou, dear, blessed Mother! if ever thou dost permit a shrine in the
chapel of this heathen house, all that which the Señor Hernan may
apportion to me thou shalt have. Hear my vow, O sweet Mother, and help
me!"

How many heroisms, attributed to duty, or courage, or some high passion,
are in fact due to the utter hopelessness, the blindness past seeing,
the fainting of the soul called despair! In that last motive what mighty
energy! How it now nerved Orteguilla! Down the passage he went, and with
alacrity. Not that he had a plan, or with the mind's eye even saw the
way,--not at all. He went because in motion there was soothing to his
very despair; in motion he could make himself believe there was still a
hope; in motion he could expect each moment to hail the welcome door and
the glory of the light.

CHAPTER VII.

HOW THE HOLY MOTHER HELPS HER CHILDREN.

I doubt not my reader is gentle, good, and tender-hearted, easily moved
by tales of suffering, and nothing delighting in them; and that, with
such benignant qualities of heart and such commendable virtues of taste,
he will excuse me if I turn from following the young Spaniard, who has
now come to be temporarily a hero of my story, and leave to the
imagination the details of the long round of misery he endured in his
wanderings through the interior of the old Cû.

Pathologists will admit they are never at fault or loss in the diagnosis
of cases of hunger and thirst. Whether considered as disease or
accident, their marks are unmistakable, and their symptoms before
dissolution, like their effects afterwards, invariable. Both may be
simply described as consumption of the body by its own organs; precisely
as if, to preserve life, one devoured his own flesh and drank his own
blood. Not without reason, therefore, the suicide, what time he thinks
of his crime, always, when possible, chooses some mode easier and more
expeditious. The gradations to the end are, an intense desire for food
and drink; a fever, accompanied by exquisite pain; then delirium;
finally, death. It is in the second and third stages that the
peculiarities show most strangely; then the mind cheats the body with
visions of Tantalus. If the sufferer be thirst-stricken, he is permitted
to see fountains and sparkling streams, and water in draughts and
rivers; if he be starving, the same mocking fancy spreads Apician feasts
before his eyes, and stimulates the intolerable misery by the sight and
scent of all things delicious and appetizing. I have had personal
experience of the anguish and delusions of which I speak. I know what
they are. I pray the dear Mother, who has us all in holy care, to keep
them far from my gentle friends.

* * * * *

A day and night in the temple,--another day and night,--morning of the
third day, and we discover the page sitting upon the last of a flight of
steps. No water, no food in all that time. He slept once; how long, he
did not know. A stone floor does not conduce to rest even where there is
sleep. All that time, too, the wearisome search for the door; groping
along the wall, feeling the way ell by ell; always at fault and lost
utterly. His condition can be understood almost without the aid of
description. He sits on the step in a kind of stupor; his cries for help
have become a dull, unmeaning moan; before him pass the fantasies of
food and water; and could the light--the precious, beautiful light, so
long sought, so earnestly prayed and struggled for--fall upon him, we
should have a sad picture of the gay youth who, in the market, sported
his velvet cloak and feathered bonnet, and half disdainfully flashed the
royal signet in the faces of the wondering merchants,--the picture of a
despairing creature whom much misery was rapidly bringing down to death.

And of his thoughts, or, rather, the vagaries that had taken the place
of thoughts,--ah, how well they can be divined! Awhile given to the
far-off native land, and the loved ones there,--land and loved ones
never again to be seen; then to the New World, full of all things
strange; but mostly to his situation, lost so hopelessly, suffering so
dreadfully. There were yet ideas of escape, reawakenings of the energy
of despair, but less frequent every hour; indeed, he was becoming
submissive to the fate. He prayed, also; but his prayers had more
relation to the life to come than to this one. To die without Christian
rite, to leave his bones in such unhallowed place! O, for one shrieving
word from Father Bartolomé!

In the midst of his wretchedness, and of the sighs and sobs and tears
which were its actual expression, suddenly the ceiling overhead and all
the rugged sides of the passage above the line of the upper step of the
stairway at the foot of which he was sitting were illumined by a faint
red glow of light. He started to his feet. Could it be? Was it not a
delusion? Were not his eyes deceiving him? In the darkness he had seen
banquets, and the chambers thereof, and had heard the gurgle of pouring
wine and water. Was not this a similar trick of the imagination? or had
the Blessed Mother at last heard his supplications?

He looked steadily; the glow deepened. O wondrous charm of life! To be,
after dying so nearly, brought back with such strength, so quickly, and
by such a trifle!

While he looked, his doubts gave way to certainty. Light there
was,--essential, revealing, beautiful light. He clasped his hands, and
the tears of despair became tears of joy; all the hopes of his being,
which, in the dreary hours just passed, had gone out as stars go behind
a spreading cloud, rose up whirring, like a flock of startled birds,
and, filling all his heart, once more endued him with strength of mind
and body. He passed his hands across his eyes: still the light remained.
Surer than a fantasy, good as a miracle, there it was, growing brighter,
and approaching, and that, too, by the very passage in which he was
standing; whether borne by man or spirit, friend or foe, it would
speedily reach the head of the steps, and then--

Out of the very certainty of aid at hand, a reaction of feeling came. A
singular caution seized him. What if those bearing the light were
enemies? Through the glow dimly lighting the part of the passage below
the stairway, he looked eagerly for a place of concealment. Actually,
though starving, the prospect of relief filled him with all the
instincts of life renewed. A door caught his eye. He ran to the cell,
and hid, but in position to see whomsoever might pass. He had no
purpose: he would wait and see,--that was all.

The light approached slowly,--in his suspense, how slowly! Gradually the
glow in the passage became a fair illumination. There were no sounds of
feet, no forerunning echoes; the coming was noiseless as that of
spirits. Out of the door, nevertheless, he thrust his head, in time to
see the figure of a man on the upper step, bareheaded, barefooted, half
wrapped in a cotton cloak, and carrying a broad wooden tray or waiter,
covered with what seemed table-ware; the whole brought boldly into view
by the glare of a lamp fastened, like a miner's, to his forehead.

The man was alone; with that observation, Orteguilla drew back, and
waited, his hand upon his dagger. He trembled with excitement. Here was
an instrument of escape; what should he do? If he exposed himself
suddenly, might not the stranger drop his burden, and run, and in the
race extinguish the lamp? If he attacked, might he not have to kill? Yet
the chance must not be lost. Life depended upon it, and it was,
therefore, precious as life.

The man descended the steps carefully, and drew near the cell door.
Orteguilla held his breath. The stepping of bare feet became distinct. A
gleam of light, almost blinding, flashed through the doorway, and,
narrow at first but rapidly widening, began to wheel across the floor.
At length the cell filled with brightness; the stranger was passing the
door, not a yard away.

The young Spaniard beheld an old man, half naked, and bearing a tray.
That he was a servant was clear; that there was no danger to be
apprehended from him was equally clear: he was too old. These were the
observations of a glance. From the unshorn, unshaven head and face, the
eyes of the lad dropped to the tray; at the same instant, the smell of
meat, fresh from the coals, saluted him, mixed with the aroma of
chocolate, still smoking, and sweeter to the starving fugitive than
incense to a devotee. Another note: the servant was carrying a meal to
somebody, his master or mistress. Still another note: the temple was
inhabited, and the inhabitants were near by. The impulse to rush out and
snatch the tray, and eat and drink, was almost irresistible. The urgency
there is in a parched throat, and in a stomach three days empty, cannot
be imagined. Yet he restrained himself.

The lamp, the food, the human being--the three things most
desirable--had come, and were going, and the page still undetermined
what to do. Instinct and hunger and thirst, and a dread of the darkness,
and of the death so lately imminent, moved him to follow, and he obeyed.
He had cunning enough left to take off his boots. That done, he stepped
into the passage, and, moving a few paces behind, put himself in the
guidance of the servant, sustained by a hope that daylight and liberty
were but a short way off.

For a hundred steps or more the man went his way, when he came to a
great flat rock or flag cumbering the passage; there he stopped, and set
down the tray; and taking the lamp from the fastening on his head, he
knelt by the side of a trap, or doorway, in the floor. Orteguilla
stopped at the same time, drawing, as a precaution, close to the left
wall. Immediately he heard the tinkling of a bell, which he took to be a
signal to some one in a chamber below. His eyes fixed hungrily upon the
savory viands. He saw the slave fasten a rope to the tray, and begin to
lower it through the trap; he heard the noise of the contact with the
floor beneath: still he was unresolved. The man arose, lamp in hand, and
without more ado, as if a familiar task were finished, started in
return. And now the two must come within reach of each other; now the
page must discover himself or be discovered. Should he remain? Was not
retreat merely going back into the terrible labyrinth? He debated; and
while he debated, chance came along and took control. The servant,
relieved of his load, walked swiftly, trying, while in motion, to
replace the lamp over his forehead; failing in that, he stopped; and as
fortune ordered, stopped within two steps of the fugitive. A
moment,--and the old man's eyes, dull as they were, became transfixed;
then the lamp fell from his hand and rolled upon the floor, and with a
scream, he darted forward in a flight which the object of his fear could
not hope to outstrip. The lamp went out, and darkness dropped from the
ceiling, and leaped from the walls, reclaiming everything.

Orteguilla stood overwhelmed by the misfortune. All the former horrors
returned to plague him. He upbraided himself for irresolution. Why
allow the man to escape? Why not seize, or, at least, speak to him? The
chance had been sent, he could now see, by the Holy Mother; would she
send another? If not, and he died there, who would be to blame but
himself? He wrung his hands, and gave way to bitter tears.

Eventually the unintermitting craving of hunger aroused him by a lively
suggestion. The smell of the meat and chocolate haunted him. What had
become of them? Then he remembered the ringing of the bell, and their
disappearance through the trap. There they were; and more,--somebody was
there enjoying them! Why not have his share? Ay, though he fought for
it! Should an infidel feed while a Christian starved? The thought lent
him new strength. Such could not be God's will. Then, as often happens,
indignation begat a certain shrewdness to discern points, and put them
together. The temple was not vacant, as he at first feared. Indeed, its
tenants were thereabouts. Neither was he alone; on the floor below, he
had neighbors. "Ave Maria!" he cried, and crossed himself.

His neighbors, he thought,--advancing to another conclusion,--his
neighbors, whoever they were, had communication with the world;
otherwise, they would perish, as he was perishing. Moreover, the old
servant was the medium of the communication, and would certainly come
again. Courage, courage!

A sense of comfort, derived from the bare idea of neighborship with
something human, for the time at least, lulled him into forgetfulness of
misery.

Upon his hands and knees, he went to the great stone, and to the edge of
the trap.

"_Salvado! Soy salvado!_ I am saved!" And with tears of joy he
rapturously repeated the sweet salutation of the angels to the Virgin.
_The space below was lighted!_

The light, as he discovered upon a second look, came through curtains
stretched across a passage similar to the one he was in, and was faint,
but enough to disclose two objects, the sight of which touched him with
a fierce delight,--the tray on the floor, its contents untouched, and a
rope ladder by which to descend.

He lost no time now. Placing his dagger between his teeth, he swung off,
though with some trouble, and landed safely. At his feet, then, lay a
repast to satisfy the daintiest appetite,--fish, white bread, chocolate,
in silver cups and beaten into honeyed foam, and fruits from vine and
tree. He clasped his hands and looked to Heaven, and, as became a pious
Spaniard, restrained the maladies that afflicted him, while he said the
old Paternoster,--dear, hallowed utterance taught him in childhood by
the mother who, but for this godsend, would have lost him forever. Then
he stooped to help himself, and while his hand was upon the bread the
curtain parted, and he saw, amidst a flood of light pouring in over her
head and shoulders, a girl, very young and very beautiful.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE PABA'S ANGEL.

If I were writing a tale less true, or were at all accomplished in the
charming art of the story-teller, which has come to be regarded as but
little inferior to that of the poet, possibly I could have disguised the
incidents of the preceding chapters so as to have checked anticipation.
But many pages back the reader no doubt discovered that the Cû in which
the page took shelter was that of Quetzal'; and now, while to believe I
could, by any arrangement or conceit consistent with truth, agreeably
surprise a friend, I must admit that he is a dull witling who failed, at
the parting of the curtain as above given, to recognize the child of the
paba,--Tecetl, to whom, beyond peradventure, the memory of all who
follow me to this point has often returned, in tender sympathy for the
victim of an insanity so strange or--as the critic must decide--a
philosophy so cruel.

Now, however, she glides again into the current of my story, one of
those wingless waifs which we have all at one time or another seen, and
which, if not from heaven, as their purity and beauty suggest, are, at
least, ready to be wafted there.

I stop to say that, during the months past, as before, her life had gone
sweetly, pleasantly, without ruffle or labor or care or sickness, or
division, even, into hours and days and nights,--a flowing onward, like
time,--an existence so serenely perfect as not to be a subject of
consciousness. Her occupation was a round of gentle ministrations to the
paba. Her experience was still limited to the chamber, its contents and
expositions. If the philosophy of the venerable mystic--that ignorance
of humanity is happiness--was correct, then was she happy as mortal can
be, for as yet she had not seen a human being other than himself. Her
pleasure was still to chatter and chirrup with the friendly birds; or to
gather flowers and fashion them into wreaths and garlands to be offered
at the altar of the god to whom she herself had been so relentlessly
devoted; or to lie at rest upon the couch, and listen to the tinkling
voices of the fountain, or join in their melody. And as I do not know
why, in speaking of her life, I should be silent as to that part which
is lost in slumber, particularly when the allusion will help me
illustrate her matchless innocency of nature, I will say, further, that
sleep came to her as to children, irregularly and in the midst of play,
and waking was followed by no interval of heaviness, or brooding over a
daily task, or bracing the soul for a duty. In fact, she was still a
child; though not to be thought dealing with anything seraphic, I will
add, that in the months past she had in height become quite womanly,
while the tone of her voice had gained an equality, and her figure a
fulness, indicative of quick maturity.

Nor had the "World" undergone any change. The universal exposition on
the walls and ceiling remained the same surpassing marvel of art. At
stated periods, workmen had come, and, through the shaft constructed for
the purpose, like those in deep mines, lifted to the _azoteas_ such
plants and shrubs as showed signs of suffering for the indispensable
sun; but as, on such occasions, others were let down, and rolled to the
vacant places, there was never an abatement of the garden freshness that
prevailed in the chamber. The noise of the work disturbed the birds, but
never Tecetl, whose spirit during the time was under the mesmeric Will
of the paba.

There was a particular, however, in which the god who was supposed to
have the house in keeping had not been so gracious. A few days before
the page appeared at the door,--exactness requires me to say the day of
the paba's last interview with Guatamozin,--Mualox came down from the
sanctuary in an unusual state of mind and body. He was silent and
exhausted; his knees tottered, as, with never a smile or pleasant word,
or kiss in reply to the salutation he received, he went to the couch to
lie down. He seemed like one asleep; yet he did not sleep, but lay with
his eyes fixed vacantly on the ceiling, his hand idly stroking his
beard.

In vain Tecetl plied all her little arts; she sang to him, caressed him,
brought her vases and choicest flowers and sweetest singing-birds, and
asked a thousand questions about the fair, good Quetzal',--a topic
theretofore of never-failing interest to the holy man.

She had never known sickness,--so kindly had the god dealt by her. Her
acquaintance with infirmity of any kind was limited to the fatigue of
play, and the weariness of tending flowers and birds. Her saddest
experience had been to see the latter sicken and die. All her further
knowledge of death was when it came and touched a plant, withering leaf
and bud. To die was the end of such things; but they--the paba and
herself--were not as such: they were above death; Quetzal' was immortal,
and, happy souls! they were to serve him for ever and ever. Possessed of
such faith, she was not alarmed by the good man's condition; on the
contrary, taking his silence as a wish to be let alone, she turned and
sought her amusements.

And as to his ailment. If there be such a thing as a broken heart, his
was broken. He had lived, as noticed before, for a single purpose, hope
of which had kept him alive, survivor of a mighty brotherhood. That hope
the 'tzin in the last interview took away with him; and an old man
without a hope is already dead.

Measuring time in the chamber by its upper-world divisions, noon and
night came, and still the paba lay in the dismal coma. Twice the slave
had appeared at the door with the customary meals. Tecetl heard and
answered his signals. Meantime,--last and heaviest of misfortunes,--the
fire of the temple went out. When the sacred flame was first kindled is
not known; relighted at the end of the last great cycle of fifty-two
years, however, it had burned ever since, served by the paba. Year after
year his steps, ascending and descending, had grown feebler; now they
utterly failed. "Where is the fire on the old Cû?" asked the
night-watchers of each other. "Dead," was the answer. "Then is Mualox
dead."

And still another day like the other; and at its close the faded hands
of the sufferer dropped upon his breast. Many times did Tecetl come to
the couch, and speak to him, and call him father, and offer him food and
drink, and go away unnoticed. "He is with Quetzal'," she would say to
herself and the birds. "How the dear god loves him!"

Yet another, the fourth day; still the sleep, now become a likeness of
death. And Tecetl,--she missed his voice, and the love-look of his great
eyes, and his fondnesses of touch and smile; she missed his presence,
also. True, he was there, but not with her; he was with Quetzal'.
Strange that they should forget her so long! She hovered around the
couch, a little jealous of the god, and disquieted, though she knew not
by what. She was very, very lonesome.

And in that time what suspense would one familiar with perils have
suffered in her situation! If the paba dies, what will become of her? We
know somewhat of the difficulties of the passages in the Cû. Can she
find the way out alone? The slave will, doubtless, continue to bring
food to the door, so that she may not starve; and at the fountain she
will get drink. Suppose, therefore, the supplies come for years, and she
live so long; how will the solitude affect her? We know its results upon
prisoners accustomed to society; but that is not her case: she never
knew society, its sweets or sorrows. With her the human life of the
great outside world is not a thing of conjecture, or of dreams, hopes,
and fears, as the future life with a Christian; she does not even know
there is such a state of being. Changes will take place in the chamber;
the birds and plants, all of life there besides herself, will die; the
body of the good man, through sickening stages of decay, will return to
the dust, leaving a ghastly skeleton on the couch. Consequently, hers
will come to be a solitude without relief, without amusement or
occupation or society, and with but few memories, and nothing to rest a
hope upon. Can a mind support itself, any more than a body? In other
words, if Mualox dies, how long until she becomes what it were charity
to kill? Ah, never mortal more dependent or more terribly threatened!
Yet she saw neither the cloud nor its shadow, but followed her pastimes
as usual, and sang her little songs, and slept when tired,--a
simple-hearted child.

I am not an abstractionist; and the reader, whom I charitably take to be
what I am in that respect, has reason to be thankful; for the thought of
this girl, so strangely educated,--if the word may be so applied,--this
pretty plaything of a fortune so eccentric, opens the gates of many a
misty field of metaphysics. But I pass them by, and, following the lead
of my story, proceed to say that, in the evening of the fourth day of
the paba's sickness, the bell, as usual, announced the last meal at the
door of the chamber. Tecetl went to the couch, and, putting her arms
around the sleeper's neck, tried to wake him; but he lay still, his eyes
closed, his lips apart,--in appearance, he was dying.

"Father, father, why do you stay away so long?" she said. "Come
back,--speak to me,--say one word,--call me once more!"

The dull ear heard not; the hand used to caressing was still.

Tenderly she smoothed the white beard upon his breast.

"Is Quetzal' angry with me? I love him. Tell him how lonely I am, and
that the birds are not enough to keep me happy when you stay so long;
tell him how dear you are to me. Ask him to let you come back now."

Yet no answer.

"O Quetzal', fair, beautiful god! hear me," she continued. "Your finger
is on his lips, or he would speak. Your veil is over his eyes, or he
would see me. I am his child, and love him so much; and he is hungry,
and here are bread and meat. Let him come for a little while, and I will
love you more than ever."

And so she prayed and promised, but in vain. Quetzal' was obdurate. With
tears fast flowing, she arose, and stood by the couch, and gazed upon
the face now sadly changed by the long abstinence. And as she looked,
there came upon her own face a new expression, that which the very young
always have when at the side of the dying,--half dread, half
curiosity,--wonder at the manifestation, awe of the power that invokes
it,--the look we can imagine on the countenance of a simple soul in the
presence of Death interpreting himself.

At last she turned away, and went to the door. Twice she hesitated, and
looked back. Wherefore? Was she pondering the mystery of the deep sleep,
or expecting the sleeper to awake, or listening to the whisper of a
premonition fainter in her ears than the voice of the faintest breeze?
She went on, nevertheless; she reached the door, and drew the curtain;
and there, in the full light, was Orteguilla.

That we may judge the impression, let us recall what kind of youth the
page was. I never saw him myself, but those who knew him well have told
me he was a handsome fellow; tall, graceful, and in manner and feature
essentially Spanish. He wore at the time the bonnet and jaunty feather,
and the purple mantle, of which I have spoken, and under that a close
black jerkin, with hose to correspond; half-boots, usual to the period,
and a crimson sash about the waist, its fringed ends hanging down the
left side, completed his attire. Altogether, a goodly young man; not as
gay, probably, as some then loitering amongst the _alamedas_ of Seville;
for rough service long continued had tarnished his finery and abused his
complexion, to say nothing of the imprints of present suffering; yet he
was enough so to excite admiration in eyes older than Tecetl's, and more
familiar with the race.

The two gazed at each other, wonder-struck.

"Holy Mother!" exclaimed Orteguilla, the bread in his hand. "Into what
world have I been brought? Is this a spirit thou hast sent me?"

In his eyes, she was an angel; in hers, he was more. She went to him,
and knelt, and said, "Quetzal', dear Quetzal',--beautiful god! You are
come to bring my father back to me. He is asleep by the fountain."

In her eyes, the page was a god.

The paba's descriptions of Quetzal' had given her the ideal of a youth
like Orteguilla. Of late, moreover, he had been constantly expected from
Tlapallan, his isle of the blest; indeed, he had come,--so the father
said. And the house was his. Whither would he go, if not there? So, from
tradition oft repeated, from descriptions colored by passionate love,
she knew the god; and as to the man,--between the image and his maker
there is a likeness; so saith a book holier than the _teoamoxtli_.

The page, as we have seen, was witty and shrewd, and acquainted well
with the world; his first impression went quickly; her voice assured him
that he was not come to any spirit land. The pangs of hunger, for the
moment forgotten, returned, and I am sorry to say that he at once
yielded to their urgency, and began to eat as heroes in romances never
do. When the edge of his appetite was dulled, and he could think of
something else, an impulse of courtesy moved him, and he said,--

"I crave thy pardon, fair mistress. I have been so much an animal as to
forget that this food is thine, and required to subsist thee, and,
perhaps, some other inhabiting here. I admit, moreover, that ordinarily
the invitation should proceed from the owner of the feast; but claim thy
own, and partake with me; else it may befall that in my great hunger thy
share will be wanting. Fall to, I pray thee."

Still kneeling, she stared at him, and, folding her hands upon her
breast, replied, "Quetzal' knows that I am his servant. Let him speak so
that I may understand."

"_Por cierto!_--it is true! What knoweth she of my mother tongue?"

And thereupon, in the Aztecan, he asked her to help herself.

"No," said she. "The house and all belong to you. I am glad you have
come."

"Mine? Whom do you take me for?"

"The good god of my father, to whom I say all my prayers,--Quetzal'!"

"Quetzal', Quetzal'!" he repeated, looking steadily in her face; then,
as if assured that he understood her, he took one of the goblets of
chocolate, and tried to drink, but failed; the liquid had been beaten
into foam.

"In the world I come from, good girl," he said, replacing the cup,
"people find need of water, which, just now, would be sweeter to my
tongue than all the honey in the valley. Canst thou give me a drink?"

She arose, and answered eagerly, "Yes, at the fountain. Let us go. By
this time my father is awake."

"So, so!" he said to himself. "Her father, indeed! I have eaten his
supper or dinner, according to the time of day outside, and he may not
be as civil as his daughter. I will first know something about him." And
he asked, "Your father is old, is he not?"

"His beard and hair are very white. They have always been so."

Again he looked at her doubtingly. "Always, said you?"

"Always."

"Is he a priest?"

She smiled, and asked, "Does not Quetzal' know his own servant?"

"Has he company?"

"The birds may be with him."

He quit eating, and, much puzzled by the answer, reflected.

"Birds, birds! Am I so near daylight and freedom? Grant it, O Blessed
Mother!" And he crossed himself devoutly.

Then Tecetl said, earnestly, "Now that you have eaten, good Quetzal',
come and let us go to my father."

Orteguilla made up his mind speedily: he could not do worse than go back
the way he came; and the light here was so beautiful, and the darkness
there so terrible: and here was company. Just then, also, as a further
inducement, he heard the whistle of a bird, and fancied he distinguished
the smell of flowers.

"A garden," he said, in his soul,--"a garden, and birds, and liberty!"
The welcome thought thrilled him inexpressibly. "Yes, I will go"; and,
aloud, "I am ready."

Thereupon she took his hand, and put the curtains aside, and led him
into the paba's World, never but once before seen by a stranger.

This time forethought had not gone in advance to prepare for the
visitor. The master's eye was dim, and his careful hand still, in the
sleep by the fountain. The neglect that darkened the fire on the turret
was gloaming the lamps in the chamber; one by one they had gone out, as
all would have gone but for Tecetl, to whom the darkness and the shadows
were hated enemies. Nevertheless, the light, falling suddenly upon eyes
so long filled with blackness as his had been, was blinding bright,
insomuch that he clapped his hand over his face. Yet she led him on
eagerly, saying,--

"Here, here, good Quetzal'. Here by the fountain he lies."

All her concern was for the paba.

And through the many pillars of stone, and along a walk bounded by
shrubs and all manner of dwarfed tropical trees, half blinded by the
light, but with the scent of flowers and living vegetation in his
nostrils, and the carol of birds in his ears, and full of wonder
unspeakable, he was taken, without pause, to the fountain. At sight of
the sparkling jet, his fever of thirst raged more intensely than ever.

"Here he is. Speak to him,--call him back to me! As you love him, call
him back, O Quetzal'?"

He scarcely heard her.

"Water, water! Blessed Mother, I see it again! A cup,--quick,--a cup!"

He seized one on the table, and drank, and drank again crying between
each breath, "To the Mother the praise!" Not until he was fully
satisfied did he give ear to the girl's entreaty.

Looking to the couch, whither she had gone, he saw the figure of the
paba stretched out like a corpse. He approached, and, searching the
face, and laying his hand upon the breast over the heart, asked, in a
low voice, "How long has your father been asleep?"

"A long time," she replied.

"_Jesu Christo!_ He is dead, and she does not know it!" he thought,
amazed at her simplicity.

Again he regarded her closely, and for the first time was struck by her
beauty of face and form, by the brightness of her eyes, by the hair,
wavy on the head and curling over the shoulders, by the simple, childish
dress, and sweet voice; above all, by the innocence and ineffable purity
of her look and manner, all then discernible in the full glare of the
lamps. And with what feeling he made discovery of her loveliness may be
judged passably well by the softened tone in which he said, "Poor girl!
your father will never, never wake."

Her eyes opened wide.

"Never, never wake! Why?"

"He is dead."

She looked at him wistfully, and he, seeing that she did not understand,
added, "He is in heaven; or, as he himself would have said, in the Sun."

"Yes, but you will let him come back."

He took note of the trustful, beseeching look with which she accompanied
the words, and shook his head, and, returning to the fountain, took a
seat upon a bench, reflecting.

"What kind of girl is this? Not know death when he showeth so plainly!
Where hath she been living? And I am possessed of St. Peter's keys. I
open Heaven's gate to let the heathen out! By the bones of the saints!
let him get there first! The Devil hath him!"

He picked up a withered flower lying by the bowl of the fountain, and
went back to Tecetl.

"You remember how beautiful this was when taken from the vine?"

"Yes."

"What ails it now?"

"It is dead."

"Well, did you ever know one of these, after dying, to come back to
life?"

"No."

"No more can thy father regain his life. He, too, is dead. From what you
see, he will go to dust; therefore, leave him now, and let us sit by the
fountain, and talk of escape; for surely you know the way out of this."

From the flower, she looked to the dead, and, comprehending the
illustration, sat by the body, and cried. And so it happened that
knowledge of death was her first lesson in life.

And he respected her grief, and went and took a bench by the basin, and
thought.

"Quetzal', Quetzal',--who is he? A god, no doubt; yes, the one of whom
the king so liveth in dread. I have heard his name. And I am Quetzal'!
And this is his house--that is, my house! A scurvy trick, by St. James!
Lost in my own house,--a god lost in his own temple!"

And as he could then well afford, being full-fed, he laughed at the
absurd idea; and in such mood, fell into a revery, and grew drowsy, and
finally composed himself on the bench, and sunk to sleep.

CHAPTER IX.

LIFE IN THE PABA'S WORLD.

When the page awoke, after a long, refreshing sleep, he saw the fountain
first, and Tecetl next. She was sitting a little way off, upon a mat
stretched on the floor. A number of birds were about her, whistling and
coquetting with each other. One or two of very beautiful plumage
balanced themselves on the edge of the basin, and bathed their wings in
the crystal water. Through half-shut eyes, he studied her. She was
quiet,--thinking of what? Of what do children think in their waking
dreams? Yet he might have known, from her pensive look and frequent
sighs, that the fountain was singing to deaf ears, and the birds playing
their tricks before sightless eyes. She was most probably thinking of
what he had so lately taught her, and nursed the great mystery as
something past finding out; many a wiser head has done the same thing.

Now, Orteguilla was very sensible of her loveliness; he was no less
sensible, also, that she was a mystery out of the common way of life;
and had he been in a place of safety, in the palace of Axaya', he would
have stayed a long time pretending sleep, in order to study her
unobserved. But his situation presently rose to mind; the yellow glow of
the lamps suggested the day outside; the birds, liberty; the fountain
and shrubbery, the world he had lost; and the girl, life,--his life, and
all its innumerable strong attachments. And so, in his mind, he ran over
his adventures in the house. He surveyed all of the chamber that was
visible from the bench. The light, the fountain, the vegetation, the
decorated walls,--everything in view dependent upon the care of man.
Where so much was to be done constantly, was there not something to be
done at once,--something to save life? There were the lamps: how were
they supplied? They might go out. And, _Jesu Christo_! the corpse of the
paba! He sat up, as if touched by a spear: there it was, in all the
repulsiveness of death.

The movement attracted the girl's attention; she arose, and waited for
him to speak.

"Good morning,--if morning it be," he said.

She made no reply.

"Come here," he continued. "I have some questions to ask."

She drew a few steps nearer. A bird with breast of purple and wings of
snow flew around her for a while, then settled upon her hand, and was
drawn close to her bosom. He remembered, from Father Bartolomé's
reading, how the love of God once before took a bird's form; and
forthwith his piety and superstition hedged her about with sanctity.
What with the white wings upon her breast, and the whiter innocency
within, she was safe as if bound by walls of brass.

"Have no fear, I pray you," he said, misinterpreting her respectful
sentiment. "You and I are two people in a difficult strait, and, if I
mistake not, much dependent upon each other. A God, of whom you never
heard, but whom I will tell you all about, took your father away, and
sent me in his stead. The road thither, I confess, has been toilsome and
dreadful. Ah me, I shudder at the thought!"

He emphasized his feelings by a true Spanish shrug of the shoulders.

"This is a strange place," he next said. "How long have you been here?"

"I cannot say."

"Can you remember coming, and who brought you?"

"No."

"You must have been a baby." He looked at her with pity. "Have you never
been elsewhere?"

"No, never."

"Ah, by the Mother that keeps me! Always here! And the sky, and sun, and
stars, and all God's glory of nature, seen in the valleys, mountains,
and rivers, and seas,--have they been denied you, poor girl?"

"I have seen them all," she answered.

"Where?"

"On the ceiling and walls."

He looked up at the former, and noticed its excellence of
representation.

"Very good,--beautiful!" he said, in the way of criticism. "Who did the
work?"

"Quetzal'."

"And who is Quetzal'?"

"Who should know better than the god himself?"

"Me?"

"Yes."

Again he shrugged his shoulders.

"My name, then, is Quetzal'. Now, what is yours?"

"Tecetl."

"Well, then, Tecetl, let me undeceive you. In the first place, I am not
Quetzal', or any god. I am a man, as your father there was. My name is
Orteguilla; and for the time I am page to the great king Montezuma. And
before long, if I live, and get out of this place, as I most devoutly
pray, I will be a soldier. In the next place you are a girl, and soon
will be a woman. You have been cheated of life. By God's help, I will
take you out of this. Do you understand me?"

"No; unless men and gods are the same."

"Heaven forbid!" He crossed himself fervently. "Do you not know what men
are?"

"All my knowledge of things is from the pictures on the walls, and what
else you see here."

"_Jesu Christo!_" he cried, in open astonishment. "And did the good man
never tell you of the world outside,--of its creation, and its millions
upon millions of people?"

"No."

"Of the world in which you may find the originals of all that is painted
on the walls, more beautiful than colors can make them?"

He received the same reply, but, still incredulous, went on.

"Who takes care of these plants?"

"My father."

"A servant brings your food to the door--may he do so again! Have you
not seen him?"

"No."

"Where does the oil that feeds the lamps come from?"

"From Quetzal'."

Just then a lamp went out. He arose hastily, and saw that the contents
of the cup were entirely consumed. "Tecetl, is there plenty of oil?
Where do you keep it? Tell me."

"In a jar, there by the door. While you were asleep, I refilled the
cups, and now the jar is empty."

He turned pale. Who better than he knew the value of the liquid that
saved them from the darkness so horribly peopled by hunger and thirst?
If exhausted, where could they get more? Without further question, he
went through the chamber, and collected the lamps, and put them all out
except one. Then he brought the jar from the door, and poured the oil
back, losing not a drop.

Tecetl remonstrated, and cried when she saw the darkness invade the
chamber, blotting out the walls, and driving the birds to their perches,
or to the fountain yet faintly illuminated. But he was firm.

"Fie, fie!" he said. "You should laugh, not cry. Did I not tell you
about the world above this, so great, and so full of people, like
ourselves? And did I not promise to take you there? I am come in your
father's stead. Everything must contribute to our escape. We must think
of nothing else. Do you understand? This chamber is but one of many, in
a house big as a mountain, and full of passages in which, if we get
lost, we might wander days and days, and then not get out, unless we had
a light to show us the way. So we must save the oil. When this supply
gives out, as it soon will if we are not careful, the darkness that so
frightens you will come and swallow us, and we shall die, as did your
father there."

The last suggestion sufficed; she dried her tears, and drew closer to
him, as if to say, "I confide in you; save me."

Nature teaches fear of death; so that separation from the breathless
thing upon the couch was not like parting from Mualox. Whether she
touched his hand or looked in his face now, "Go hence, go hence!" was
what she seemed to hear. The stony repulsion that substituted his living
love reconciled her to the idea of leaving home, for such the chamber
had been to her.

Here I may as well confess the page began to do a great deal of
talking,--a consequence, probably, of having a good listener; or he may
have thought it a duty to teach all that was necessary to prepare his
disciple for life in the new world. In the midst of a lecture, the
tinkle of a bell brought him to a hasty pause.

"Now, O Blessed Mother, now I am happy! Thou hast not forsaken me! I
shall see the sun again, and brave old Spain. Live my heart!" he cried,
as the last tinkle trembled, and died in the silence.

Seeing that she regarded him with surprise, he said, in her tongue, "I
was thanking the Mother, Tecetl. She will save us both. Go now, and
bring the breakfast,--I say breakfast, not knowing better,--and while we
eat I will tell you why I am so glad. When you have heard me, you will
be glad as I am."

She went at once, and, coming back, found him bathing his face and head
in the water of the basin,--a healthful act, but not one to strengthen
the idea of his godship. She placed the tray upon the table, and helped
him to napkin and comb; then they took places opposite each other, with
the lamp between them; whereupon she had other proof of his kind of
being; for it is difficult to think of a deity at table, eating. The
Greeks felt the incongruity, and dined their gods on nectar and
ambrosia, leaving us to imagine them partaken in some other than the
ordinary, vulgar way. Verily, Tecetl was becoming accustomed to the
stranger!

And while they ate, he explained his plans, and talked of the upper
world, and described its wonders and people, until, her curiosity
aroused, she plied him with questions; and as point after point was
given, we may suppose nature asserted itself, and taught her, by what
power there is in handsome youth, with its bright eyes, smooth face, and
tongue more winsome than wise, that life in the said world was a
desirable exchange for the monotonous drifting to which she had been so
long subjected. We may also suppose that she was not slow to observe the
difference between Mualox and the page; which was that between age and
youth, or, more philosophically, that between a creature to be revered
and a creature to be admired.

* * * * *

CHAPTER X.

THE ANGEL BECOMES A BEADSWOMAN.

The stars at the foot of the last chapter I called in as an easy bridge
by which to cross an interval of two days,--a trick never to be resorted
to except when there is nothing of interest to record, as was the case
here.

Orteguilla occupied the interval very industriously, if not pleasantly.
He had in hand two tasks,--one to instruct Tecetl about the world to
which he had vowed to lead her; the other to fix upon a plan of escape.
The first he found easy, the latter difficult; yet he had decided, and
his preparations for the attempt, sufficient, he thought, though simple,
lay upon the floor by the fountain. A lamp shed a dim light over the
scene.

"So, so, Tecetl: are we ready now?" he asked.

"You are the master," she replied.

"Very good, I will be assured."

He went through a thorough inspection.

"Here are the paint and brush; here the oil and lamp; here the bread and
meat, and the calabash of water. So far, good, very good. And here is
the mat,--very comfortable, Tecetl, if you have to make your bed upon a
stone in the floor. Now, are we ready?"

"Yes, if you say so."

"Good again! The Mother is with us. Courage! You shall see the sun and
sky, or I am not a Spaniard. Listen, now, and I will explain."

They took seats upon the bench, this time together; for the strangeness
was wellnigh gone, and they had come to have an interest in a common
purpose.

"You must know, then, that I have two reliances: first, the man who
brings the tray to the door; next, the Blessed Mother."

"I will begin with the first," he said, after a pause. "The man is a
slave, and, therefore, easy to impose upon. If he is like his class,
from habit, he asks no questions of his superiors. Your father--I speak
from what you have told me--was thoughtful and dreamy, and spoke but
little to anybody, and seldom, if ever, to his servants. You are not
well versed in human nature; one day, no doubt, you will be; then you
will be able to decide whether I am right in believing that the traits
of master and slave, which I have mentioned, are likely to help us. I
carried your father's body over to the corner yonder,--you were asleep
at the time,--and laid it upon the floor, as we Christians serve our
dead. I made two crosses, and put one upon his lips, the other on his
breast; he will sleep all the better for them. As you would have done,
had you been present, I also covered him with flowers. One other thing I
did."

He took a lamp, and was gone a moment.

"Here are your father's gown and hood," he said, coming back. "I doubt
whether they would sell readily in the market. He will never need them
again. I took them to help save your life,--a purpose for which he would
certainly have given them, had he been alive. I will put them on."

He laid his bonnet on the bench; then took off his boots, and put on
the gown,--a garment of coarse black _manta_, loose in body and sleeves,
and hanging nearly to the feet. Tying the cord about his waist, and
drawing the hood over his head, he walked away a few steps, saying,--

"Look at me, Tecetl. Your father was very old. Did he stoop much? as
much as this?"

He struck the good man's habitual posture, and, in a moment after, his
slow, careful gait. At the sight, she could not repress her tears.

"What, crying again!" he said. "I shall be ashamed of you soon. If we
fail, then you may cry, and--I do not know but that I will join you.
People who weep much cannot hear as they ought, and I want you to hear
every word. To go on, then: In this guise I mean to wait for the old
slave. When he lets the tray down, I will be there to climb the ladder.
He will see the hood and gown, and think me his old master. He will not
speak, nor will I. He will let me get to his side, and then--"

After reflection, he continued,--

"Ah, Tecetl! you know not what troubles women sometimes are. Here am I
now. How easy for me, in this guise, to follow the slave out of the
temple! The most I would have to do would be to hold my tongue. But
you,--I cannot go and leave you; the Señor Hernan would not forgive me,
and I could not forgive myself. Nevertheless, you are a trouble. For
instance, when the slave sees you with me, will he not be afraid, and
run? or, to prevent that, shall I not have to make him a prisoner? That
involves a struggle. I may have to fight him, to wound him. I may get
hurt myself, and then--alas! what would become of us?"

Again, he stopped, but at length proceeded,--

"So much for that. Now for my other reliance,--the Blessed Lady. If the
slave escapes me, you see, Tecetl, I must trust to what the infidels
call Fortune,--a wicked spirit, sometimes good, sometimes bad. I mean we
shall then have to hunt the way out ourselves; and, having already tried
that, I know what will happen. Hence these preparations. With the paint,
I will mark the corners we pass, that I may know them again; the lamp
will enable me to see the marks and keep the direction; if we get
hungry, here are bread and meat, saved, as you know, from our meals; if
we get thirsty, the calabash will be at hand. That is what I call
trusting to ourselves; yet the Blessed Mother enabled me to anticipate
all these wants, and provide for them, as we have done; therefore I call
her my reliance. Now you have my plans. I said you were my trouble; you
cannot work, or think, or fight; yet there is something you can do.
Tecetl, you can be my pretty beadswoman. I see you do not know what that
is. I will explain. Take these beads."

While speaking, he took a string of them from his neck.

"Take these beads, and begin now to say, 'O Blessed Mother, beautiful
Mother, save us for Christ's sake.' Repeat! Good!" he said, his eyes
sparkling. "I think the prayer never sounded as sweetly before; nor was
there ever cavalier with such a beadswoman. Again."

And again she said the prayer.

"Now," he said, "take the string in your own hand,--thus; drop one
bead,--thus; and keep on praying, and for every prayer drop one bead.
Only think, Tecetl, how I shall be comforted, as I go along the gloomy
passages, to know that right behind me comes one, so lately a heathen
but now a Christian, at every step calling on the Mother. Who knows but
we shall be out and in the beautiful day before the beads are twice
counted? If so, then shall we know that she cared for us; and when we
reach the palace we will go to the chapel, with good Father Bartolomé,
and say the prayer together once for every bead on the string. So I
vow, and do you the same."

"So I vow," she said, with a pretty submission.

Then, by ropes fixed for the purpose, he raised the calabash, and mat,
and bundle of provisions, and swung them lightly over his shoulders.
Under his arm he took an earthen vase filled with oil.

"Let us to the door now. The slave should be there. Before we start,
look around: you are leaving this place forever."

The thought went to her heart.

"O my birds! What will become of them?"

"Leave them to God," he replied, laconically.

There were tears and sobs, in the midst of which he started off, lamp in
hand. She gave a look to the fountain, within the circle of whose voice
nearly all her years had been passed. In her absence, it would play and
sing, would go on as of old; but in her absence who would be there to
see and hear? In the silence and darkness it would live, but nevermore
for her.

And she looked to the corner of the chamber where Orteguilla had carried
the body of the paba. Her tears attested her undiminished affection for
him. The recollection of his love outlived the influence of his Will.
His World was being abandoned, having first become a tomb, capacious and
magnificent,--his tomb. But Quetzal' had not come. Broken are thy
dreams, O Mualox, wasted thy wealth of devotion! Yet, at this parting,
thou hast tears,--first and last gift of Love, the sweetest of human
principles, and the strongest,--stronger than the Will; for if the
latter cannot make God of a man, the former can take him to God.

And while she looked, came again the bird of the breast of purple and
wings of snow, which she placed in her bosom; then she followed the
page, saying, trustfully, "O Blessed Mother, beautiful Mother, save us
for Christ's sake!"

Outside the curtain door he deposited his load, and carefully explained
to Tecetl the use of the ladder. Then he placed a stool for her.

"Sit now; you can do nothing more. Everything depends on the slave: if
he behaves well, we shall have no need of these preparations, and they
may be left here. But whether he behave well or ill, remember this,
Tecetl,--cease not to pray; forget not the beads."

And so saying, he tossed a stout cord up through the trap; then, leaving
the lamp below, he clomb to the floor above. His anxiety may be
imagined. Fortunately, the waiting was not long. Through the gallery
distantly he saw a light, which--praise to the Mother!--came his way. He
descended the ladder.

"He comes, and is alone. Be of cheer, Tecetl; be of cheer, and pray. O
if the Mother but stay with us now!"

Faster fell the beads.

When the sound of footsteps overhead announced the arrival of the slave,
Orteguilla put his dagger between his teeth, drew the hood over his
head, and began to ascend. He dared not look up; he trusted in the
prayers of the little beadswoman, and clomb on.

His head reached the level of the floor, and with the trap gaping wide
around, he knew himself under the man's eyes. Another moment, and his
hand was upon the floor; slowly he raised himself clear of the rope; he
stood up, then turned to the slave, and saw him to be old, and feeble,
and almost naked; the lamp was on his forehead, the tray at his feet;
his face was downcast, his posture humble. The Spaniard's blood leaped
exultantly; nevertheless, carefully and deliberately, as became his
assumed character, he moved to one side of the passage, to clear the
way to the trap. The servant accepted the movement, and without a word
took the lamp from his head, crossed the great stone, fixed the ropes,
and stooped to lower the tray.

Orteguilla had anticipated everything, even this action, which gave him
his supreme advantage; so he picked up the cord lying near, and stepped
to the old man's side. When the tray was landed below, the latter raised
himself upon his knees; in an instant the cord was around his body;
before he understood the assault, escape was impossible.

Orteguilla, his head yet covered by the hood, said calmly, "Be quiet,
and you are safe."

The man looked up, and replied, "I am the paba's servant now, even as I
was when a youth. I have done no wrong, and am not afraid."

"I want you to live. Only move not."

Then the page called, "Tecetl! Tecetl!"

"Here," she answered.

"Try, now, to come up. Be careful lest you fall. If you need help, tell
me."

"What shall I do with the bread and meat, and--"

"Leave them. The Mother has been with us. Come up."

The climbing was really a sailor's feat, and difficult for her; finally,
she raised her head through the trap. At the sight, the slave shrank
back, as if to run. Orteguilla spoke to him.

"Be not afraid of the child. I have raised her to help me take care of
the temple. We are going to the chapel now."

The man turned to him curiously; possibly he detected a strange accent
under the hood. When, on her part, Tecetl saw him, she stopped, full of
wonder as of fear. Old and ugly as he was, he yet confirmed the page's
story, and brought the new world directly to her. So a child stops, and
regards the first person met at the door of a strange house,--attracted,
curious, afraid.

"Come on," said Orteguilla.

She raised her hand overhead, and held up the bird with the white wings.

"Take it," she said.

Used as he was to wonderful things in connection with his old master,
the servant held back. A girl and a bird from the cells,--a mystery,
indeed!

"Take it," said Orteguilla.

He did so; whereupon the page assisted her to the floor.

"We are almost there,--almost," he said, cheerfully. "Have you kept
count of the prayers? Let me see the beads."

She held out the rosary.

"Ten beads more,--ten prayers yet. The Mother is with us. Courage!"

Then of the slave he asked,--

"How is the day without?"

"There is not a cloud in the sky."

"Is it morning or evening?"

"About midday."

"Is the city quiet?"

"I cannot say."

"Very well. Give the girl her bird, and lead to the court-yard."

And they started, the slave ahead, held in check by the cord in the
Spaniard's hand. The light was faint and unsteady. Once they ascended a
flight of steps, and twice changed direction. When the page saw the many
cells on either side, and the number of intersecting passages, all equal
in height and width, and bounded by the same walls of rough red stone,
he understood how he became lost; and with a shuddering recollection of
his wanderings through the great house, he could not sufficiently thank
the Providence that was now befriending him.

They clomb yet another stairway, and again changed direction; after
that, a little farther walk, and Orteguilla caught sight of a doorway
penetrated by a pure white light, which he recognized as day. Words
cannot express his emotion; his spirit could hardly be controlled; he
would have shouted, sung, danced,--anything to relieve himself of this
oppression of happiness. But he thought, if he were out of the temple,
he would not yet be out of danger; that he had to make way, by the great
street from which he had been driven, to the quarters of his friends,
before he could promise himself rest and safety; the disguise was the
secret of his present good-fortune, and must help him further. So he
restrained himself, saying to Tecetl,--

"For the time, cease your prayers, little one. The world I promised to
bring you to is close by. I see the daylight."

There was indeed a door into the _patio_, or court-yard, of the temple.
Under the lintel the page lingered a moment,--the court was clear. Then
he gave the cord into the servant's hand, with the usual parting
salutation, and stepped once more into the air, fresh with the moisture
of the lake and the fragrance of the valley. He looked to the sky, blue
as ever; and through its serenity, up sped his grateful Ave Maria. In
the exulting sense of rescue, he forgot all else, and was well across
the court to the steps leading to the _azoteas_, when he thought of
Tecetl. He looked back, and did not see her; he ran to the door; she was
there. The bird had fallen to the floor, and was fluttering blindly
about; her hands were pressed hard over her face.

"What ails you?" he asked, petulantly. "This is not a time to halt and
cry. Come on."

"I cannot--"

"Cannot! Give me your hand."

He led her through the door, under the colonnade, out into the court.

"Look up, Tecetl, look up! See the sky, drink the air. You are free!"

She uncovered her eyes; they filled as with fiery arrows. She screamed,
staggered as if struck, and cried, "Where are you? I am lost, I am
blind!"

"_O Madre de Dios!_" said Orteguilla, comprehending the calamity, and
all its inconveniences to her and himself. "Help me, most miserable of
wretches,--help me to a little wisdom!"

To save her from falling, he had put his arm around her; and as they
stood thus,--she the picture of suffering, and he overwhelmed by
perplexity,--help from any quarter would have been welcome; had the
slave been near, he might have abandoned her; but aid there was not. So
he led her tenderly to the steps, and seated her.

"How stupid," he said in Spanish,--"how stupid not to think of this! If,
the moment I was born, they had carried me out to take a look at the
sun, shining as he is here, I would have been blinder than any beggar on
the Prado, blinder than the Bernardo of whom I have heard Don Pedro
tell. My nurse was a sensible woman."

Debating what to do, he looked at Tecetl; and for the first time since
she had come out of the door, he noticed her dress,--simply a cotton
chemise, a skirt of the same reaching below the knees, a blue sash
around the waist,--very simple, but very clean. He noticed, also, the
exceeding delicacy of her person, the transparency of her complexion,
the profusion of her hair, which was brown in the sun. Finally, he
observed the rosary.

"She is not clad according to the laws which govern high-born ladies
over the water; yet she is beautiful, and--by the Mother! she is a
Christian. Enough. By God's love, I, who taught her to pray, will save
her, though I die. Help me, all the saints!"

He adjusted the hood once more, and, stooping, said, in his kindliest
tone, "Pshaw, Tecetl, you are not blind. The light of the sun is so much
stronger than that of your lamps that your eyes could not bear it. Cheer
up, cheer up! And now put your arm around my neck. I will carry you to
the top of these steps. We cannot stay here."

She stretched out her arms.

"Hark!" he cried. "What is that?"

He stood up and listened. The air above the temple seemed full of
confused sounds; now resembling the distant roar of the sea, now the hum
of insects, now the yells of men.

"_Jesu!_ I know that sound. There,--there!"

He listened again. Through the soaring, muffled din, came another
report, as of thunder below the horizon.

"It is the artillery! By the mother that bore me, the guns of Mesa!"

The words of Io', spoken in Xoli's portico, came back to him.

"Battle! As I live, they are fighting on the street!"

And he, too, sat down, listening, thinking. How was he to get to his
countrymen?

The sounds overhead continued, at intervals intensified by the bellowing
guns. Battle has a fascination which draws men as birds are said to be
drawn by serpents. They listen; then wish to see; lingering upon the
edge, they catch its spirit, and finally thrill with fierce delight to
find themselves within the heat and fury of its deadly circle. The page
knew the feeling then. To see the fight was an overmastering desire.

"Tecetl, poor child, you are better now?"

"I dare not open my eyes."

"Well, I will see for you. Put your arms around my neck."

And with that, he carried her up the steps. All the time, he gave ear to
the battle.

"Listen, Tecetl; hear that noise! A battle is going on out in the
street, and seems to be coming this way. I will lead you into the chapel
here,--a holy place, so your father would have said. In the shade,
perhaps, you can find relief."

"How pleasant the air is!" she said, as they entered.

"Yes, and there is Quetzal',"--he pointed to the idol,--"and here the
step before the altar upon which, I venture, your father spent half his
life in worship. Sit, and rest until I return."

"Do not leave me," she said.

"A little while only. I must see the fight. Some good may come of
it,--who knows? Be patient; I will not leave you."

He went to the door. The sounds were much louder and nearer. All the air
above the city apparently was filled with them. Amongst the medley, he
distinguished the yells of men and peals of horns. Shots were frequent,
and now and then came the heavy, pounding report of cannon. He had been
at Tabasco, at Tzimpantzinco, and in the three pitched battles in
Tlascala, and was familiar with what he heard.

"How they fight!" he said to himself. "Don Pedro is a good sword and
brave gentlemen, but--ah! if the Señor Hernan were there, I should feel
better: he is a good sword, brave gentleman, and wise general, also.
Heaven fights for him. Ill betide Narvaez! Why could he not have put off
his coming until the city was reduced? _Jesu!_ The sounds come this way
now. Victory! The guns have quit, the infidels fly, on their heels ride
the cavaliers. Victory!"

And so, intent upon the conflict, insensibly he approached the front of
the temple, before described as one great stairway. On the topmost step
he paused. A man looking at him from the street below would have said,
"It is only a paba"; and considering, further, that he was a paba
serving the forsaken shrine, he would have passed by without a second
look.

What he looked down upon was a broad street, crowded with men,--not
citizens, but warriors, and warriors in such splendor of costume that he
was fairly dazzled. Their movement suggested a retreat, whereat pride
dashed his eyes with the spray of tears; he dared not shout.

More and more eagerly he listened to the coming tumult. At last, finding
the attraction irresistible, he descended the steps.

The enemy were not in rout. They moved rapidly, but in ranks extending
the width of the street, and perfectly ordered. The right of their
column swept by the Spaniard almost within arm's reach. He heard the
breathing of the men, saw their arms,--their shields of quilted cotton,
embossed with brass; their armor, likewise of quilted cotton, but
fire-red with the blood of the cochineal; he saw their musicians,
drummers, and conch-blowers, the latter making a roar ragged and harsh,
and so loud that a groan or death-shriek could not be heard; he saw,
too, their chiefs, with helms richly plumed or grotesquely adorned with
heads of wild animals, with _escaupiles_ of plumage, gorgeous as hues of
sunset, with lances and _maquahuitls_, and shields of bison-hide or
burnished silver, mottoed and deviced, like those of Christians; amongst
them, also, he saw pabas, bareheaded, without arms, frocked like
himself, singing wild hymns, or chanting wilder epics, or shouting names
of heroic gods, or blessing the brave and cursing the craven,--the Sun
for the one, Mictlan for the other. The seeing all these things, it must
be remembered, was very different from their enumeration; but a glance
was required.

The actual struggle, as he knew, was at the rear of the passing column.
In fancy he could see horsemen plunging through the ranks, plying sword,
lance, and battle-axe. And nearer they came. He could tell by the signs,
as well as the sounds; by the files beginning to crowd each other; by
the chiefs laboring to keep their men from falling into confused masses.
At length the bolt of a cross-bow, striking a man, fell almost at his
feet. Only the hand of a Spaniard could have launched the missile.

"They come,--they are almost here!" he thought, and then, "_O Madre de
Dios!_ If they drive the infidels past this temple, I am saved. And they
will. Don Pedro's blood is up, and in pursuit he thinks of nothing but
to slay, slay. They will come; they are coming! There--_Jesu Christo!_
That was a Christian shout!"

The cross-bow bolts now came in numbers. The warriors protected
themselves by holding their shields over the shoulder behind; yet some
dropped, and were trampled under foot. Orteguilla was himself in danger,
but his suspense was so great that he thought only of escape; each bolt
was a welcome messenger, with tidings from friends.

The column, meantime, seemed to become more disordered; finally, its
formation disappeared utterly; chiefs and warriors were inextricably
mixed together; the conch-blowers blew hideously, but could not
altogether drown the yells of the fighting men.

Directly the page saw a rush, a parting in the crowd as of waters before
a ship; scores of dark faces, each a picture of dismay, turned suddenly
to look back; he also looked, and over the heads and upraised shields,
half obscured by a shower of stones and arrows, he saw a figure which
might well have been taken for the fiend of slaughter,--a horse and
rider, in whose action there were a correspondence and unity that made
them for the time one fighting animal. A frontleted head, tossed up for
a forward plunge, was what he saw of the horse; a steel-clad form,
swinging a battle-axe with the regularity of a machine, now to the
right, now to the left of the horse's neck, was all he saw of the rider.
He fell upon his knees, muttering what he dared not shout, "Don Pedro,
brave gentleman! I am saved! I am saved!" Instantly he sprang to his
feet. "O my God! Tecetl,--I had almost forgotten her!"

He climbed the steps again fast as the gown would permit.

"My poor girl, come; the Mother offers us rescue. Can you not see a
little?"

She smiled faintly, and replied, "I cannot say. I have tried to look at
Quetzal' here. He was said to be very beautiful; my father always so
described him; but this thing is ugly. I fear I cannot see."

"It is a devil's image, Tecetl, a devil's image,--Satan himself," said
the page, vehemently. "Let him not lose us a moment; for each one is of
more worth to us than the gold on his shield there. If you cannot see,
give me your hand. Come!"

He led her to the steps. The infidels below seemed to have held their
ground awhile, fighting desperately. Eight or ten horsemen were driving
them, though slowly; if one was struck down, another took his place. The
street was dusty as with the sweeping of a whirlwind. Under the yellow
cloud lay the dead and wounded. The air was alive with missiles, of
which some flew above the temple, others dashed against the steps. It
looked like madness to go down into such a vortex; but there was no
other chance. What moment Don Pedro might tire of killing no one could
tell; whenever he did, the recall would be sounded.

"What do I hear? What dreadful sounds!" said Tecetl, shrinking from the
tumult.

"Battle," he answered; "and what that is I have not time to tell; we
must go down and see."

He waited until the fighting was well past the front of the old Cû,
leaving a space behind the cavaliers clear of all save those who might
never fight again; then he threw back the hood, loosed the cord from his
waist, and flung the disguise from him.

"Now, my pretty beadswoman, now is the time! Begin the prayer again: 'O
Mother, beautiful Mother, save us for Christ's sake!' Keep the count
with one hand; put the other about my neck. Life or death,--now we go!"

He carried her down the steps. Over a number of wounded wretches who had
dragged themselves, half dead, out of the blood and trample, he crossed
the pavement. A horseman caught sight of him, and rode to his side, and
lifted the battle-axe.

"Hold, Señor! I am Orteguilla. _Viva España!_"

The axe dropped harmless; up went the visor.

"In time, boy,--in time! An instant more, and thy soul had been in
Paradise," cried Alvarado, laughing heartily. "What hast thou there?
Something from the temple? But stay not to answer. To the rear, fast as
thy legs can carry thee! Faster! Put the baggage down. We are tired of
the slaughter; but for thy sake, we will push the dogs a little farther.
Begone! Or stay! Arrows are thicker here than curses in hell, and thou
hast no armor. Take my shield, which I have not used to-day. Now be
off!"

Orteguilla set the girl upon her feet, took the shield, and proceeded to
buckle it upon his arm, while Alvarado rode into the fight again. A
moment more, and he would have protected her with the good steel wall.
Before he could complete the preparation, he heard a cry, quick, shrill,
and sharp, that seemed to pierce his ear like a knife,--the cry by which
one in battle announces himself death-struck,--the cry once heard, never
forgotten. He raised the shield,--too late; she reeled and fell,
dragging him half down.

"What ails thee now?" he cried, in Spanish, forgetting himself. "What
ails thee? Hast thou looked at the sun again?"

He lifted her head upon his knee.

"Mother of Christ, she is slain!" he cried, in horror.

An arrow descending had gone through her neck to the heart. The blood
gushed from her mouth. He took her in his arms, and carried her to the
steps of the temple. As he laid her down, she tried to speak, but
failed; then she opened her eyes wide: the light poured into them as
into the windows of an empty house; the soul was gone; she was dead.

In so short a space habitant of three worlds,--when was there the like?

From the peace of the old chamber to the din of battle, from the din of
battle to the calm of paradise,--brief time, short way!

From the sinless life to the sinful she had come; from the sinful life
sinless she had gone; and in the going what fulness of the mercy of God!

I cannot say the Spaniard loved her; most likely his feeling was the
simple affection we all have for things gentle and helpless,--a bird, a
lamb, a child; now, however, he knelt over her with tears; and as he did
so, he saw the rosary, and that all the beads but one were wet with her
blood. He took the string from the slender neck and laid her head upon
the stone, and thought the unstained bead was for a prayer uncounted,--a
prayer begun on earth and finished in heaven.

CHAPTER XI.

THE PUBLIC OPINION PROCLAIMS ITSELF.--BATTLE.

"How now, thou here yet? In God's name, what madness hast thou? Up,
idiot! up, and fly, or in mercy I will slay thee here!"

As he spoke, Alvarado touched Orteguilla with the handle of his axe. The
latter sprang up, alarmed.

"_Mira, Señor!_ She is just dead. I could not leave her dying. I had a
vow."

The cavalier looked at the dead girl; his heart softened.

"I give thee honor, lad, I give thee honor. Hadst thou left her living,
shame would have been to thee forever. But waste not time in maudlin.
Hell's spawn is loose." With raised visor, he stood in his stirrups.
"See, far as eye can reach, the street is full! And hark to their yells!
Here, mount behind me; we must go at speed."

The infidels, faced about, were coming back. The page gave them one
glance, then caught the hand reached out to him, and placing his foot on
the captain's swung himself behind. At a word, up the street, over the
bridges, by the palaces and temples, the horsemen galloped. The
detachment, at the head of which they had sallied from the
palace,--gunners, arquebusiers, and cross-bowmen,--had been started in
return some time before; upon overtaking them, Alvarado rode to a
broad-shouldered fellow, whose grizzly beard overflowed the chin-piece
of his morion:--

"Ho, Mesa! the hounds we followed so merrily were only feigning; they
have turned upon us. Do thou take the rear, with thy guns. We will to
the front, and cut a path to the gate. Follow closely."

"Doubt not, captain. I know the trick. I caught it in Italy."

"_Cierto!_ What thou knowest not about a gun is not worth the knowing,"
Alvarado said; then to the page, "Dismount, lad, and take place with
these. What we have ahead may require free man and free horse. _Picaro!_
If anybody is killed, thou hast permission to use his arms. What say ye,
_compañeros mios_?" he cried, facing the detachment. "What say ye? Here
I bring one whom we thought roasted and eaten by the cannibals in the
temples. Either he hath escaped by miracle, or they are not judges of
bones good to mess upon. He is without arms. Will ye take care of him? I
leave him my shield. Will ye take care of that also?"

And Najerra, the hunchback, replied, "The shield we will take, Señor;
but--"

"But what?"

"Señor, may a Christian lawfully take what the infidels have refused?"

And they looked at Orteguilla, and laughed roundly,--the bold, confident
adventurers; in the midst of the jollity, however, down the street came
a sound deeper than that of the guns,--a sound of abysmal depth, like
thunder, but without its continuity,--a divided, throbbing sound, such
as has been heard in the throat of a volcano. Alvarado threw up his
visor.

"What now?" asked Serrano, first to speak.

"One, two, three,--I have it!" the captain replied. "Count ye the
strokes,--one, two, three. By the bones of the saints, the drum in the
great temple! Forward, comrades! Our friends are in peril! If they are
lost, so are we. Forward, in Christ's name!"

Afterwards they became familiar with the sound; but now, heard the first
time in battle, every man of them was affected. They moved off rapidly,
and there was no jesting,--none of the grim wit with which old soldiers
sometimes cover the nervousness preceding the primary plunge into a
doubtful fight.

"Close the files. Be ready!" shouted Serrano.

And ready they were,--matches lighted, steel-cords full drawn. Every
drum-beat welded them a firmer unit.

The roar of the combat in progress around the palace had been all the
time audible to the returning party; now they beheld the _teocallis_
covered with infidels, and the street blockaded with them, while a cloud
of smoke, slowly rising and slowly fading, bespoke the toils and
braveries of the defence enacting under its dun shade. Suddenly,
Alvarado stood in his stirrups,--

"_Ola!_ what have we here?"

A body of Aztecs, in excellent order, armed with spears of unusual
length, and with a front that swept the street from wall to wall, was
marching swiftly to meet him.

"There is wood enough in those spears to build a ship," said a horseman.

A few steps on another spoke,--

"If I may be allowed, Señor, I suggest that Mesa be called up to play
upon them awhile."

But Alvarado's spirit rose.

"No; there is an enemy fast coming behind us; turn thy ear in that
direction, and thou mayest hear them already. We cannot wait. Battle-axe
and horse first; if they fail, then the guns. Look to girth and
buckle!"

Rode they then without halt or speech until the space between them and
the coming line was not more than forty yards.

"Are ye ready?" asked Alvarado, closing his visor.

"Ready, Señor."

"Axes, then! Follow me. Forward! _Christo y Santiago!_"

At the last word, the riders loosed reins, and standing in their
stirrups bent forward over the saddle-bow, as well to guard the horse as
to discover points of attack; each poised his shield to protect his
breast and left side,--the axe and right arm would take care of the
right side; each took up the cry, _Christo y Santiago_; then, like
pillars of iron on steeds of iron, they charged. From the infidels one
answering yell, and down they sank, each upon his knee; and thereupon,
the spears, planted on the ground, presented a front so bristling that
leader less reckless than Alvarado would have stopped in mid-career.
Forward, foremost in the charge, he drove, right upon the brazen points,
a score or more of which rattled against his mail or that of his steed,
and glanced harmlessly, or were dashed aside by the axe whirled from
right to left with wonderful strength and skill. Something similar
happened to each of his followers. A moment of confusion,--man and beast
in furious action, clang of blows, splintering of wood, and
battle-cries,--then two results: the Christians were repulsed, and that
before the second infidel rank had been reached; and while they were in
amongst the long spears, fencing and striking, clear above the medley of
the _mêlée_ they heard a shout, _Al-a-lala! Al-a-lala!_ Alvarado looked
that way; looked through the yellow shafts and brazen points. Brief time
had he; yet he beheld and recognized the opposing leader. Behind the
kneeling ranks he stood, without trappings, without a shield even; a
_maquahuitl_, edged with flint, sharp as glass, hard as steel, was his
only weapon; behind him appeared an irregular mass of probably half a
thousand men, unarmed and almost naked. Even as the good captain looked,
the horde sprang forward, and by pressing between the files of spearmen,
or leaping panther-like over their shoulders, gained the front. There
they rushed upon the horsemen, entangled amidst the spears,--to capture,
not slay them; for, by the Aztec code of honor, the measure of a
warrior's greatness was the number of prisoners he brought out of
battle, a present to the gods, not the number of foemen he slew. The
rush was like that of wolves upon a herd of deer. First to encounter a
Christian was the chief. The exchange of blows was incredibly quick. The
horse reared, plunged blindly, then rolled upon the ground; the flinty
_maquahuitl_, surer than the axe, had broken its leg. A cry, sharpened
by mortal terror,--a Spanish cry for help, in the Mother's name.
Christians and infidels looked that way, and from the latter burst a
jubilant yell,--

"The 'tzin! The 'tzin!"

The successful leader stooped, and wrenched the shield from the fallen
man; then he swung the _maquahuitl_ twice, and brought it down on the
mailed head of the horse: the weapon broke in pieces; the steed lay
still forever.

Now, Alvarado was not the man to let the cry of a comrade go unheeded.

"Turn, gentlemen! One of us is down; hear ye not the name of Christ and
the Mother? To the rescue! Charge! _Christo y Santiago!_"

Forward the brave men spurred; the spears closed around them as before,
while the unarmed foe, encouraged by the 'tzin's achievement, redoubled
their efforts to drag them from their saddles. In disregard of blows,
given fast as skilled hands could rise and fall, some flung themselves
upon the legs and necks of the horses, where they seemed to cling after
the axe had spattered their brains or the hoofs crushed their bones;
some caught the bridle-reins, and hung to them full weight; others
struggled with the riders directly, hauling at them, leaping behind
them, catching sword-arm and shield; and so did the peril finally grow
that the Christians were forced to give up the rescue, the better to
take care of themselves.

"God's curses upon the dogs!" shouted Alvarado, in fury at sight of the
Spaniard dragged away. "Back, some of ye, who can, to Serrano! Bid him
advance. Quick, or we, too, are lost!"

No need; Serrano was coming. To the very spears he advanced, and opened
with cross-bow and arquebus; yet the infidels remained firm. Then the
dullest of the Christians discerned the 'tzin's strategy, and knew well,
if the line in front of them were not broken before the companies coming
up the street closed upon their rear, they were indeed lost. So at the
word, Mesa came, his guns charged to the muzzles. To avoid his own
people, he sent one piece to the right of the centre of combat, and the
other to the left, and trained both to obtain the deepest lines of
cross-fire. The effect was indescribable; yet the lanes cloven through
the kneeling ranks were instantly refilled.

The 'tzin became anxious.

"Look, Hualpa!" he said. "The companies should be up by this time. Can
you see them?"

"The smoke is too great; I cannot see."

Some of his people attacking the horsemen began to retreat behind the
spearmen. He caught up the axe of the Spaniard, and ran where the smoke
was most blinding. In a moment he was at the front; clear, inspiring,
joyous even, rose his cry. He rushed upon a bowman, caught him in his
arms, and bore him off with all his armor on. A hundred ready hands
seized the unfortunate. Again the cry,--

"The 'tzin! The 'tzin!"

"Another victim for the gods!" he answered. "Hold fast, O my countrymen!
Behind the strangers come the companies. Do what I say, and Anahuac
shall live."

At his word, they arose; at his word again, they advanced, with levelled
spears. Faster the missiles smote them; the horsemen raged; each
Spaniard felt, unless that line were broken his doom was come. Alvarado
fought, never thinking of defence. The bowmen and arquebusiers recoiled.
Twice Mesa drew back his guns. Finally, Don Pedro outdid himself, and
broke the fence of spears; his troop followed him; right and left they
plunged, killing at every step. At places, the onset of the infidels
slackened, halted; then the ranks began to break into small groups; at
last, they dropped their arms, and fairly fled, bearing the 'tzin away
in the mighty press for life. At their backs rode the vengeful horsemen,
and behind the horsemen, over the dead and shrieking wretches, moved
Serrano and Mesa.

And to the very gates of the palace the fight continued. A ship in its
passage displaces a body of water; behind, however, follows an equal
reflux: so with the Christians, except that the masses who closed in
upon their rear outnumbered those they put to rout in front. Their rapid
movement had the appearance of flight; on the other hand, that of the
infidels had the appearance of pursuit. The sortie was not again
repeated.

* * * * *

Seven days the assault went on,--a week of fighting, intermitted only at
night, under cover of which the Aztecs carried off their dead and
wounded,--the former to the lake, the latter to the hospitals. Among the
Christians some there were who had seen grand wars; some had even served
under the Great Captain: but, as they freely averred, never had they
seen such courage, devotion, and endurance, such indifference to wounds
and death, as here. At times, the struggle was hand to hand; then,
standing upon their point of honor, the infidels perished by scores in
vain attempts to take alive whom they might easily have slain; and this
it was,--this fatal point of honor,--more than superiority in any
respect, that made great battles so bloodless to the Spaniards. Still,
nearly all of the latter were wounded, a few disabled, and seven killed
outright. Upon the Tlascalans the losses chiefly fell; hundreds of them
were killed; hundreds more lay wounded in the chambers of the palace.

The evening of the seventh day, the 'tzin, standing on the western verge
of the _teocallis_, from which he had constantly directed the assault,
saw coming the results which could alone console him for the awful
sacrifice of his countrymen. The yells of the Tlascalans were not as
defiant as formerly; the men of iron, the Christians, were seen to sink
wearily down at their posts, and sleep, despite the tumult of the
battle; the guns were more slowly and carefully served; and whereas,
before Cortes departure there had been three meals a day, now there were
but two: the supply of provisions was failing. The ancient house, where
constructed of wood, showed signs of demolition; fuel was becoming
scant. Where the garrison obtained its supply of water was a marvel. He
had not then heard of what Father Bartolomé afterwards celebrated as a
miracle of Christ,--the accidental finding of a spring in the middle of
the garden.

Then the assault was discontinued, and a blockade established. Another
week, during which nothing entered the gates of the palace to sustain
man or beast. Then there was but one meal a day, and the sentinels on
the walls began to show the effect.

One day the main gate opened, and a woman and a man came out. The 'tzin
descended from his perch to meet them. At the foot of the steps they
knelt to him,--the princess Tula and the prince Io'.

"See, O 'tzin," said the princess, "see the king's signet. We bring you
a message from him. He has not wherewith to supply his table. Yesterday
he was hungry. He bids you re-open the market, and send of the tributes
of the provinces without stint,--all that is his kingly right."

"And if I fail?" asked Guatamozin.

"He said not what, for no one has ever failed his order."

And the 'tzin looked at Io'.

"What shall I do, O son of the king?"

In all the fighting, Io' had stayed in the palace with his father.
Through the long days he had heard the voices of the battle calling to
him. Many times he walked to the merlons of the _azoteas_, and saw the
'tzin on the temple, or listened to his familiar cry in the street. And
where,--so ran his thought the while,--where is Hualpa? Happy fellow!
What glory he must have won,--true warrior-glory to flourish in song
forever! A heroic jealousy would creep upon him, and he would go back
miserable to his chamber.

"One day more, O 'tzin, and all there is in the palace--king and
stranger alike--is yours," Io' made answer. "More I need not say."

"Then you go not back?"

"No," said Tula.

"No," said Io'. "I came out to fight. Anahuac is our mother. Let us save
her, O 'tzin!"

And the 'tzin looked to the sun; his eyes withstood its piercing
splendors awhile, then he said, calmly,--

"Go with the princess Tula where she chooses, Io'; then come back. The
gods shall have one day more, though it be my last. Farewell."

They arose and went away. He returned to the _azoteas_.

Next day there was not one meal in the palace. Starvation had come. And
now the final battle, or surrender! Morning passed; noon came; later,
the sun began to go down the sky. In the streets stood the
thousands,--on all the housetops, on the temple, they stood,--waiting
and looking, now at the leaguered house, now at the 'tzin seated at the
verge of the _teocallis_, also waiting.

Suddenly a procession appeared on the central turret of the palace, and
in its midst, Montezuma.

"The king! the king!" burst from every throat; then upon the multitude
fell a silence, which could not have been deeper if the earth had opened
and swallowed the city.

The four heralds waved their silver wands; the white carpet was spread,
and the canopy brought and set close by the eastern battlement of the
turret; then the king came and stood in the shade before the people. At
sight of him and his familiar royalty the old love came back to them,
and they fell upon their knees. He spoke, asserting his privileges; he
bade them home, and the army to its quarters. He promised that in a
short time the strangers, whose guest he was, would leave the country;
they were already preparing to depart, he said. How wicked the revolt
would then be! How guilty the chiefs who had taken arms against his
order! He spoke as one not doubtful of his position, but as king and
priest, and was successful. Stunned, confused, uncertain as to duty,
nigh broken-hearted, the fighting people and disciplined companies
arose, and, like a conquered mob, turned to go away.

Down from his perch rushed the 'tzin. He put himself in the midst of the
retiring warriors. He appealed to them in vain. The chiefs gathered
around him, and knelt, and kissed his hands, and bathed his feet with
their tears; they acknowledged his heroism,--they would die with him,
but while the king lived, under the gods, he was master, and to disobey
him was sacrilege.

Then the 'tzin saw, as if it were a god's decree, that Anahuac and
Montezuma could not both live. ONE OR THE OTHER MUST DIE! And never so
wise as in his patience, he submitted, and told them,--

"I will send food to the palace, and cease the war now, and until we
have the voice of Huitzil' to determine what we shall do. Go, collect
the companies, and put them in their quarters. This night we will to
Tlalac; together, from his sacred lips, we will hear our fate, and our
country's. Go now. At midnight come to the _teocallis_."

At midnight the sanctuary of Huitzil' was crowded; so was all the
_azoteas_. Till the breaking of dawn the sacrifices continued. At last,
the _teotuctli_, with a loud cry, ran and laid a heart in the fire
before the idol; then turning to the spectators, he said, in a loud
voice,--

"Let the war go on! So saith the mighty Huitzil'! Woe to him who refuses
to hear!"

And the heart that attested the will was the heart of a Spaniard.

BOOK SEVENTH.

CHAPTER I.

THE HEART CAN BE WISER THAN THE HEAD.

I will now ask the reader to make a note of the passage of a fortnight.
By so doing he will find himself close upon the 24th of June,--another
memorable day in the drama of the conquest.

'Tzin Guatamo, as is already known, had many times proven himself a
warrior after the manner of his country, and, in consequence, had long
been the idol of the army; now he gave token of a ruling faculty which
brought the whole people to his feet; so that in Tenochtitlan, for the
first time in her history, were seen a sceptre unknown to the law and a
royalty not the king's.

He ruled in the valley everywhere, except in the palace of Axaya'; and
around that he built works, and set guards, and so contrived that
nothing passed in or out without his permission. His policy was to wait
patiently, and in the mean time organize the nation for war; and the
nation obeyed him, seeing that in obedience there was life; such,
moreover, was the will of Huitzil'.

As may be thought, the Christians thus pent up fared illy; in fact, they
would have suffered before the fortnight was gone but for the king, who
stinted himself and his household in order to divide with his keepers
the supplies sent in for his use.

In the estimation of the people of the empire, it was great glory to
have shut so many _teules_ in a palace, and held them there; but the
success did not deceive the 'tzin: in his view, that achievement was not
the victory, but only the beginning of the war; every hour he had news
of Malinche, the real antagonist, who had the mind, the will, and the
hand of a warrior, and was coming with another army, more numerous, if
not braver, than the first one. In pure, strong love there is an element
akin to the power of prophecy,--something that gives the spirit eyes to
see what is to happen. Such an inspiration quickened the 'tzin, and told
him Anahuac was not saved, though she should be: if not, the conquerors
should take an empty prize; he would leave them nothing,--so he
swore,--neither gods, gold, slaves, city, nor people. He set about the
great idea by inviting the New World--I speak as a Spaniard--to take
part in the struggle. And he was answered. To the beloved city, turned
into a rendezvous for the purpose, flocked the fighting vassals of the
great caciques, the men of the cities, and their dependencies, the
_calpulli_, or tribes of the loyal provinces, and, mixed with them,
wild-eyed bands from the Unknown, the wildernesses,--in all, a multitude
such as had never been seen in the valley. At the altars he had but one
prayer, "Time, time, O gods of my fathers! Give me time!" He knew the
difference between a man and a soldier, and that, likewise, between a
multitude and an army. As he used the word, time meant organization and
discipline. He not only prayed, he worked; and into his work, as into
his prayers, he poured all his soul.

The organization was simple: first, a company of three or four hundred
men; next an army of thirty or forty companies,--a system which allowed
the preservation of the identity of tribes and cities. The companies of
Cholula, for example, were separate from those of Tezcuco; while the
Acolmanes marched and fought side by side with the Coatopecs, but under
their own chiefs and flags. The system also gave him a number of armies,
and he divided them,--one to raise supplies, another to bring the
supplies to the depots, a third to prepare material of war; the fourth
was the active or fighting division; and each was subject to take the
place of the other. To the labor of so many hands, systematized and
industriously exerted, though for a fortnight, almost everything is
possible. One strong will, absolutely operative over thousands, is
nearer omnipotency than anything else human.

The climate of the valley, milder and more equable than that of Naples,
permits the bivouac in all seasons. The sierra west of the capital, and
bending around it like a half-drawn bow, is marked on its interior, or
city side by verdant and watered vales; these were seized; and the
bordering cliffs, which theretofore had shaded the toiling husbandman,
or been themselves the scenes of the hunter's daring, now hid the hosts
of New World's men, in the bivouac, biding the day of battle.

War, good reader, never touches anything and leaves it as it was. And
the daughter of the lake, fair Tenochtitlan, was no exception to the
law. The young master, having reduced the question of strategy to the
formula,--a street or a plain, chose the street, and thereby dedicated
the city to all of ruin or horror the destroyer could bring. Not long,
therefore, until its presence could have been detected by the idlest
glance: the streets were given up to the warriors; the palaces were
deserted by families; houses conveniently situated for the use were
turned into forts; the shrubbery garnishing roofs that dominated the
main streets concealed heaps of stones made ready for the hand; the
bridges were taken up, or put in condition to be raised; the canoes on
the lakes were multiplied, and converted to the public service; the
great markets were suspended; even the sacred temple were changed into
vast arsenals. When the 'tzin, going hither and thither, never idle,
observed the change, he would sigh, but say to himself, "'Tis well. If
we win, we can restore; if we lose,--if we lose,--then, to the
strangers, waste, to the waters, welcome!"

And up and down, from city to bivouac and back again, passed the
minstrels, singing of war, and the pabas, proclaiming the oracles and
divine promises; and the services in the temples were unintermitted;
those in the _teocallis_ were especially grand; the smoke from its
turrets overhung the city, and at night the fire of Huitzil', a new star
reddening in the sky, was seen from the remotest hamlet in the valley.
The 'tzin had faith in moral effects, and he studied them, and was
successful. The army soon came to have, like himself, but one
prayer,--"Set us before the strangers; let us fight!"

And the time they prayed for was come.

* * * * *

The night of the 23d of June was pleasant as night can be in that region
of pleasant nights. The sky was clear and starry. The breeze abroad
brought coolness to outliers on the housetops, without threshing the
lake to the disturbance of its _voyageurs_.

Up in the northeastern part of the little sea lay a _chinampa_ at
anchor. Over its landing, at the very edge of the water, burned a
flambeau of resinous pine. Two canoes, richly decorated, swung at the
mooring. The path from the landing to the pavilion was carpeted, and
lighted by lamps pendent in the adjoining shrubbery. In the canoes the
slaves lay at rest, talking idly, and in low voices crooning Indian
songs. Close by the landing, on a bench, over which swayed the leaves of
an immense banana-tree, rested a couple of warriors, silent, and
nodding, as it were, to the nodding leaves. From the rising to the
setting of the day's sun, many a weary league, from the city to the
vales of the Sierra in which bivouacked the hope of Anahuac, had they
travelled,--Hualpa and Io'. One familiar with the streets in these later
days, at sight of them would have said, "Beware! the 'tzin is hereaway."
The three were almost as one,--so had their friendship grown. The
pavilion, a circular canopy, spread like a Bedouin's tent, was brightly
lighted; and there, in fact, was the 'tzin, with Tula and Yeteve, the
priestess.

Once before, I believe, I described this pavilion; and now I know the
imagination of the reader will give the floating garden richer colors
than lie within compass of my pen; will surround it with light, and with
air delicious with the freshness of the lake and the exhalations of the
flowers; will hover about the guardian palm and willow trees, the latter
with boughs lithe and swinging, and leaves long and fine as a woman's
locks; will linger about the retreat, I say, and, in thought of its
fitness for meeting of lovers, admit the poetry and respect the passion
of the noble Aztec.

Within, the furniture was as formerly; there were yet the carven stools,
the table with its bowl-like top, now a mass of flowers, a couch draped
with brilliant plumage, the floor covered with matting of woven grasses,
the hammock, and the bird-cage,--all as when we first saw them. Nenetzin
was absent, and alas! might never come again.

And if we enter now, we shall find the 'tzin standing a little apart
from Tula, who is in the hammock, with Yeteve by her side. On a stool at
his feet is a waiter of ebony, with spoons of tortoise-shell, and some
_xicaras_, or cups, used for chocolate.

Their faces are grave and earnest.

"And Malinche?" asked Tula, as if pursuing a question.

"The gods have given me time; I am ready for him," he replied.

"When will he come?"

"Yesterday, about noon, he set out from Tezcuco, by way of the shore of
the lake; to-night he lodges in Iztapalapan; to-morrow, marching by the
old causeway, he will re-enter the city."

"Poor, poor country!" she said, after a long silence.

The words touched him, and he replied, in a low voice, "You have a good
heart, O Tula,--a good heart and true. Your words were what I repeat
every hour in the day. You were seeing what I see all the time--"

"The battle!" she said, shuddering.

"Yes. I wish it could be avoided; its conditions are such that against
the advantage of arms I can only oppose the advantage of numbers; so
that the dearest of all things will be the cheapest. I must take no
account of lives. I have seen the streets run with blood already, and
now,--Enough! we must do what the gods decree. Yet the slaughter shall
not be, as heretofore, on one side alone."

She looked at him inquiringly.

"You know the custom of our people to take prisoners rather than kill in
battle. As against the Tlascalans and tribes, that was well enough; but
new conditions require new laws, and my order now is, Save nothing but
the arms and armor of the strangers. Life for life as against Malinche!
And I could conquer him, but--"

He stopped, and their glances met,--his full of fire, hers sad and
thoughtful.

"Ah, Tula! your woman's soul prompts you already of whom I would
speak,--the king."

"Spare me," she said, covering her face with her hands. "I am his child;
I love him yet."

"So I know," he replied; "and I would not have you do else. The love is
proof of fitness to be loved. Nature cannot be silenced. He is not as
near to me as to you; yet I feel the impulse that moves you, though in
a less degree. In memory, he is a part of my youth. For that matter, who
does not love him? He has charmed the strangers; even the guards at his
chamber-door have been known to weep at sight of his sorrow. And the
heroes who so lately died before his prison-gates, did not they love
him? And those who will die to-morrow and the next day, what else may be
said of them? In arms here, see the children of the valley. What seek
they? In their eyes, he is Anahuac. And yet--"

He paused again; her hands had fallen; her cheeks glistened with tears.

"If I may not speak plainly now, I may not ever. Strengthen yourself to
hear me, and hear me pitifully. To begin, you know that I have been
using the king's power without his permission,--that, I say, you know,
and have forgiven, because the usurpation was not of choice but
necessity, and to save the empire; but you will hear now, for the first
time probably, that I could have been king in fact."

Her gaze became intent, and she listened breathlessly.

"Three times," he continued, "three times have the caciques, for
themselves and the army, offered me the crown. The last time, they were
accompanied by the electors,[48] and deputations from all the great
cities."

"And you refused," she said, confidently.

"Yes. I will not deny the offer was tempting,--that for the truth. I
thought of it often; and at such times came revenge, and told me I had
been wronged, and ambition, whispering of glory, and, with ready
subtlety, making acceptance appear a duty. But, Tula, you prevailed;
your love was dearer to me than the crown. For your sake, I refused the
overture. You never said so,--there was no need of the saying,--yet I
knew you could never be queen while your father lived."

Not often has a woman heard such a story of love, or been given such
proofs of devotion; her face mantled, and she dropped her gaze,
saying,--

"Better to be so loved than to be queen. If not here, O 'tzin, look for
reward in the Sun. Surely, the gods take note of such things!"

"Your approval is my full reward," he replied. "But hear me further.
What I have said was easy to say; that which I go to now is hard, and
requires all my will; for the utterance may forfeit not merely the
blessing just given me, but your love,--more precious, as I have shown,
than the crown. You were in the palace the day the king appeared and
bade the people home. The strangers were in my hand at the time. O, a
glad time,--so long had we toiled, so many had died! Then he came, and
snatched away our triumph. I have not forgotten, I never can forget the
disappointment. In all the labor of the preparation since, I have seen
the scene, sometimes as a threat, sometimes as a warning, always a
recurring dream whose dreaming leaves me less resolved in the course I
am running. Continually I find myself saying to myself, 'The work is all
in vain; what has been will be again; while he lives, you cannot win.' O
Tula, such influence was bad enough of itself. Hear now how the gods
came in to direct me. Last night I was at the altar of Huitzil',
praying, when the _teotuctli_ appeared, and said, ''Tzin Guatamo, pray
you for your country?' 'For country and king,' I answered. He laid his
hand upon my shoulder, 'If you seek the will of the god with intent to
do what he imposes, hear then: The king is the shield of the strangers;
they are safe while he lives; and if he lives, Anahuac dies. Let him who
leads choose between them. So the god says. Consider!' He was gone
before I could answer. Since that I have been like one moving in a
cloud, seeing nothing clearly, and the duty least of all. When I should
be strongest, I am weakest. My spirit faints under the load. If the
king lives, the empire dies: if it is to die, why the battle, and its
sacrifices? This night have I in which to choose; to-morrow, Malinche
and action! Help me, O Tula, help me to do right! Love of country, of
king, and of me,--you have them all. Speak."

And she answered him,--

"I may not doubt that you love me; you have told me so many times, but
never as to-night. I thank you, O 'tzin! Your duties are heavy. I do not
wonder that you bend under them. I might say they are yours by gift of
the gods, and not to be divided with another, not even with me; but I
will give you love for love, and, as I hope to share your fortunes, I
will share your trials. I am a woman, without judgment by which to
answer you; from my heart I will answer."

"From your heart be it, O Tula."

"Has the king heard the things of which you have spoken?"

"I cannot say."

"Does he know you were offered the crown?"

"No; the offer was treason."

"Ah, poor king, proud father! The love of the people, that of which you
were proudest, is lost. What wretchedness awaits you!"

She bowed her head, and there was a silence broken only by her sobs. The
grief spent itself; then she said, earnestly,--

"I know him. He, too, is a lover of Anahuac. More than once he has
exposed himself to death for her. Such loves age not, nor do they die,
except with the hearts they animate. There was a time--but now--No
matter, I will try. 'Let him who leads choose': was not that the decree,
good 'tzin?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Must the choice be made to-night?"

"I may delay until to-morrow."

"To-morrow; what time?"

"Malinche will pass the causeway in the cool of the morning; by noon he
will have joined his people in the old palace; the decision must then be
made."

"Can you set me down at the gate before he passes in?"

The 'tzin started. "Of the old palace?" he asked.

"I wish to see the king."

"For what?"

"To tell him the things you have told me to-night."

"All?"

"Yes."

His face clouded with dissatisfaction.

"Yes," she continued, calmly; "that, as becomes a king, he may choose
which shall live,--himself or Anahuac."

So she answered the 'tzin's appeal, and the answer was from her heart;
and, seeing of what heroism she dreamed, his dark eyes glowed with
admiration. Yet his reply was full of hopelessness.

"I give you honor, Tula,--I give you honor for the thought; but forgive
me if I think you beguiled by your love. There was a time when he was
capable of what you have imagined. Alas! he is changed; he will never
choose,--never!"

She looked at him reproachfully, and said, with a sad smile, "Such
changes are not always of years. Who is he that to-night, only to-night,
driven by a faltering of the will, which in the king, my father, is
called weakness, brought himself prayerfully to a woman's feet, and
begged her to divide with him a burden imposed upon his conscience by a
decree of the gods? Who is he, indeed? Study yourself, O 'tzin, and
commiserate him, and bethink you, if he choose not, it will be yours to
choose for him. His duty will then become yours, to be done without
remorse, and--"

She hesitated, and held out her hand, as if to say, "And I can love you
still."

He caught the meaning of the action, and went to her, and kissed her
forehead tenderly, and said,--

"I see now that the heart can be wiser than the head. Have your way. I
will set you down at the gate, and of war there shall be neither sign
nor sound until you return."

"Until I return! May be I cannot. Malinche may hold me prisoner."

From love to war,--the step was short.

"True," he said. "The armies will await my signal of attack, and they
must not wait upon uncertainties."

He arose and paced the floor, and when he paused he said, firmly,--

"I will set you down at the gate in the early morning, that you may see
your father before Malinche sees him. And when you speak to him, ask not
if I may make the war: on that I am resolved; but tell him what no other
can,--that I look forward to the time when Malinche, like the
_Tonatiah_, will bring him from his chamber, and show him to the people,
to distract them again. And when you have told him that, speak of what
the gods have laid upon me, and then say that I say, 'Comes he so,
whether of choice or by force, the dread duty shall be done. The gods
helping me, I will strike for Anahuac.' And if he ask what I would have
him do, answer, A king's duty to his people,--die that they may live!"

Tula heard him to the end, and buried her face in her hands, and there
was a long silence.

"Poor king! poor father!" she said at last. "For me to ask him to die! A
heavy, heavy burden, O 'tzin!"

"The gods help you!" he replied.

"If Malinche hold me prisoner, how will the answer avail you?"

"Have you not there two scarfs,--the one green, the other white?"

"Yes."

"Take them with you, and from the roof, if your father resolve not, show
the green one. Alas, then, for me! If, in its stead, you wave the white
one, I shall know that he comes, if so he does, by force, and that"--his
voice trembled--"_it is his will Anahuac should live_."

She listened wistfully, and replied, "I understand; Anahuac saved means
Montezuma lost. But doubt him not, doubt him not; he will remember his
glory's day, and die as he has lived."

* * * * *

An hour later, and the canoe of the 'tzin passed into one of the canals
of the city. The parting on the _chinampa_ may be imagined. Love will
have its way even in war.

FOOTNOTES:

[48] The monarchy was elective.--PRESCOTT, _Conq. of
Mexico_, Vol. I., p. 24

CHAPTER II.

THE CONQUEROR ON THE CAUSEWAY AGAIN.

As predicted by the 'tzin, the Spaniards set out early next morning--the
morning of the 24th of June--by the causeway from Iztapalapan, already
notable in this story.

At their head rode the Señor Hernan, silent, thoughtful, and not well
pleased; pondering, doubtless, the misconduct of the _adelantado_ in the
old palace to which he was marching, and the rueful condition it might
impose upon the expedition.

The cavaliers next in the order of march, which was that of battle, rode
and talked as men are wont when drawing nigh the end of a long and
toilsome task. This the leader at length interrupted,--

"_Señores_, come near. Yonder ye may see the gate of Xoloc," he
continued, when they were up. "If the heathen captains think to obstruct
our entry, they would do well, now that our ships lie sunken in the
lake, to give us battle there. Ride we forward to explore what
preparations, if any, they have made."

So they rode, at quickened pace, arms rattling, spurs jingling, and
found the gate deserted.

"_Viva compañeros!_" cried Cortes, riding through the shadow of the
battlements. "Give the scabbards their swords again. There will be no
battle; the way to the palace is open." And, waiting till the column was
at their heels, he turned to the trumpeters, and shouted, cheerily,
"_Ola_, ye lazy knaves! Since the march began, ye have not been heard
from. Out now, and blow! Blow as if ye were each a Roland, with Roland's
horn. Blow merrily a triumphal march, that our brethren in the leaguer
ahead may know deliverance at hand."

The feeling of the chief spread rapidly; first, to the cavaliers; then
to the ranks, where soon there were shouting and singing; and
simultaneous with the trumpetry, over the still waters sped the
minstrelsy of the Tlascalans. Ere long they had the answer of the
garrison; every gun in the palace thundered welcome.

Cortes settled in his saddle smiling: he was easy in mind; the junction
with Alvarado was assured; the city and the king were his, and he could
now hold them; nevertheless, back of his smile there was much thought.
True, his enemies in Spain would halloo spitefully over the doughty deed
he had just done down in Cempoalla. No matter. The Court and the
Council had pockets, and he could fill them with gold,--gold by the
caravel, if necessary; and for the pacification of his most Catholic
master, the Emperor, had he not the New World? And over the schedule of
guerdons sure to follow such a gift to such a master he lingered
complacently, as well he might. Patronage, and titles, and high
employments, and lordly estates danced before his eyes, as danced the
sun's glozing upon the crinkling water.

One thought, however,--only one,--brought him trouble. The soldiers of
Narvaez were new men, ill-disciplined, footsore, grumbling,
discontented, disappointed. He remembered the roseate pictures by which
they had been won from their leader before the battle was joined. 'The
Empire was already in possession; there would be no fighting; the march
would be a promenade through grand landscapes, and by towns and cities,
whose inhabitants would meet them in processions, loaded with fruits and
flowers, tributes of love and fear,'--so he had told them through his
spokesmen, Olmedo, the priest, and Duero, the secretary. Nor failed he
now to recall the chief inducements in the argument,--the charms of the
heathen capital, and the easy life there waiting,--a life whose sole
vexation would be apportionment of the lands conquered and the gold
gathered. And the wonderful city,--here it was, placid as ever; and
neither the valley, nor the lake, nor the summering climate, nor the
abundance of which he had spoken, failed his description; nothing was
wanting but _the people_, THE PEOPLE! Where were they? He looked at the
prize ahead; gyres of smoke, slowly rising and purpling as they rose,
were all the proofs of life within its walls. He swept the little sea
with angry eyes; in the distance a canoe, stationary, and with a
solitary occupant, and he a spy! And this was the grand reception
promised the retainers of Narvaez! He struck his mailed thigh with his
mailed hand fiercely, and, turning in his saddle, looked back. The
column was moving forward compactly, the new men distinguishable by the
freshness of their apparel and equipments. "_Bien!_" he said, with a
grim smile and cunning solace, "_Bien!_ they will fight for life, if not
for majesty and me."

Close by the wall Father Bartolomé overtook him, and, after giving rein
to his mule, and readjusting his hood, said gravely, "If the tinkle of
my servant's bell disturb not thy musing, Señor,--I have been through
the files, and bring thee wot of the new men."

"Welcome, father," said Cortes, laughing. "I am not an evil spirit to
fly the exorcisement of thy bell, not I; and so I bid thee welcome. But
as for whereof thou comest to tell, no more, I pray. I know of what the
varlets speak. And as I am a Christian, I blame them not. We promised
them much, and--this is all: fair sky, fair land, strange city,--and all
without people! Rueful enough, I grant; but, as matter more serious,
what say the veterans? Came they within thy soundings?"

"Thou mayest trust them, Señor. Their tongues go with their swords. They
return to the day of our first entry here, and with excusable
enlargement tell what they saw then in contrast with the present."

"And whom blame they for the failure now?"

"The captain Alvarado."

Cortes' brows dropped, and he became thoughtful again, and in such
temper rode into the city.

Within the walls, everywhere the visitors looked, were signs of life,
but nowhere a living thing; neither on the street, nor in the houses,
nor on the housetops,--not even a bird in the sky. A stillness possessed
the place, peculiar in that it seemed to assert a presence, and palpably
lurk in the shade, lie on the doorsteps, issue from the windows, and
pervade the air; giving notice so that not a man, new or veteran, but
was conscious that, in some way, he was menaced with danger. There is
nothing so appalling as the unaccountable absence of life in places
habitually populous; nothing so desolate as a deserted city.

"_Por Dios!_" said Olmedo, toying with the beads at his side, "I had
rather the former reception than the present. Pleasanter the sullen
multitude than the silence without the multitude."

Cortes made him no answer, but rode on abstractedly, until stopped by
his advance-guard.

"At rest!" he said, angrily. "Had ye the signal? I heard it not."

"Nor did we, Señor," replied the officer in charge. "But, craving thy
pardon, approach, and see what the infidels have done here."

Cortes drew near, and found himself on the brink of the first canal. He
swore a great oath; the bridge was dismantled. On the hither side,
however, lay the timbers, frame and floor. The _tamanes_ detailed from
the guns replaced them.

"Bartolomé, good father," said Cortes, confidentially, when the march
was resumed, "thou hast a commendable habit of holding what thou
hearest, and therefore I shame not to confess that I, too, prefer the
first reception. The absence of the heathen and the condition of yon
bridge are parts of one plan, and signs certain of battle now ready to
be delivered."

"If it be God's will, amen!" replied the priest, calmly. "We are
stronger than when we went out."

"So is the enemy, for he hath organized his people. The hordes that
stared at us so stupidly when we first came--be the curse of the saints
upon them!--are now fighting men."

Olmedo searched his face, and said, coldly, "To doubt is to dread the
result."

"Nay, by my conscience! I neither doubt nor dread. Yet I hold it not
unseemly to confess that I had rather meet the brunt on the firm land,
with room for what the occasion offers. I like not yon canal, with its
broken bridge, too wide for horse, too deep for weighted man; it putteth
us to disadvantage, and hath a hateful reminder of the brigantines,
which, as thou mayest remember, we left at anchor, mistresses of the
lake; in our absence they have been lost,--a most measureless folly,
father! But let it pass, let it pass! The Mother--blessed be her
name!--hath not forsaken us. Montezuma is ours, and--"

"He is victory," said Olmedo, zealously.

"He is the New World!" answered Cortes.

And so it chanced that the poor king was centre of thought for both the
'tzin and his enemy,--the dread of one and the hope of the other.

CHAPTER III.

LA VIRUELA.

A long interval behind the rear-guard--indeed, the very last of the
army, and quite two hours behind--came four Indian slaves, bringing a
man stretched upon a litter.

And the litter was open, and the sun beat cruelly on the man's face; but
plaint he made not, nor motion, except that his head rolled now right,
now left, responsive to the cadenced steps of his hearers.

Was he sick or wounded?

Nathless, into the city they carried him.

And in front of the new palace of the king, they stopped, less wearied
than overcome by curiosity. And as they stared at the great house,
imagining vaguely the splendor within, a groan startled them. They
looked at their charge; he was dead! Then they looked at each other, and
fled.

And in less than twice seven days they too died, and died horribly; and
in dying recognized their disease as that of the stranger they had
abandoned before the palace,--the small-pox, or, in the language which
hath a matchless trick of melting everything, even the most ghastly,
into music, _la viruela_ of the Spaniard.

The sick man on the litter was a negro,--first of his race on the new
continent!

And most singular, in dying, he gave his masters another servant
stronger than himself, and deadlier to the infidels than swords of
steel,--a servant that found way everywhere in the crowded city, and
rested not. And everywhere its breath, like its touch, was mortal;
insomuch that a score and ten died of it where one fell in battle.

Of the myriads who thus perished, one was a KING.

CHAPTER IV.

MONTEZUMA A PROPHET.--HIS PROPHECY.

Scarce five weeks before, Cortes sallied from the palace with seventy
soldiers, ragged, yet curiously bedight with gold and silver; now he
returned full-handed, at his back thirteen hundred infantry, a hundred
horse, additional guns and Tlascalans. Surely, he could hold what he had
gained.

The garrison stood in the court-yard to receive him. Trumpet replied to
trumpet, and the reverberation of drums shook the ancient house. When
all were assigned to quarters, the ranks were broken, and the
veterans--those who had remained, and those who had followed their
chief--rushed clamorously into each other's arms. Comradeship, with its
strange love, born of toil and danger, and nursed by red-handed battle,
asserted itself. The men of Narvaez looked on indifferently, or clomb
the palace, and from the roof surveyed the vicinage, especially the
great temple, apparently as forsaken as the city.

And in the court-yard Cortes met Alvarado, saluting him coldly. The
latter excused his conduct as best he could; but the palliations were
unsatisfactory. The general turned from him with bitter denunciations;
and as he did so, a procession approached: four nobles, carrying silver
wands; then a train in doubled files; then Montezuma, in the royal
regalia, splendid from head to foot. The shade of the canopy borne above
him wrapped his person in purpled softness, but did not hide that other
shadow discernible in the slow, uncertain step, the bent form, the
wistful eyes,--the shadow of the coming Fate. Such of his family as
shared his captivity brought up the cortege.

At the sight, Cortes waited; his blood was hot, and his head filled with
the fumes of victory; from a great height, as it were, he looked upon
the retinue, and its sorrowful master; and his eyes wandered fitfully
from the Christians, worn by watching and hunger, to the sumptuousness
of the infidels; so that when the monarch drew nigh him, the temper of
his heart was as the temper of his corselet.

"I salute you, O Malinche, and welcome your return," said Montezuma,
according to the interpretation of Marina.

The Spaniard heard him without a sign of recognition.

"The good Lady of your trust has had you in care; she has given you the
victory. I congratulate you, Malinche."

Still the Spaniard was obstinate.

The king hesitated, dropped his eyes under the cold stare, and was
frozen into silence. Then Cortes turned upon his heel, and, without a
word, sought his chamber.

The insult was plain, and the witnesses, Christian and infidel, were
shocked; and while they stood surprised, Tula rushed up, and threw her
arms around the victim's neck, and laid her head upon his breast. The
retinue closed around them, as if to hide the shame; and thus the
unhappy monarch went back to his quarters,--back to his captivity, to
his remorse, and the keener pangs of pride savagely lacerated.

For a time he was like one dazed; but, half waking, he wrung his hands,
and said, feebly, "It cannot be, it cannot be! Maxtla, take the
councillors and go to Malinche, and say that I wish to see him. Tell him
the business is urgent, and will not wait. Bring me his answer, omitting
nothing."

The young chief and the four nobles departed, and the king relapsed into
his dazement, muttering, "It cannot be, it cannot be!"

The commissioners delivered the message. Olid, Leon, and others who were
present begged Cortes to be considerate.

"No," he replied; "the dog of a king would have betrayed us to Narvaez;
before his eyes we are allowed to hunger. Why are the markets closed? I
have nothing to do with him."

And to the commissioners he said, "Tell your master to open the markets,
or we will for him. Begone!"

And they went back and reported, omitting nothing, not even the
insulting epithet. The king heard them silently; as they proceeded, he
gathered strength; when they ceased, he was calm and resolved.

"Return to Malinche," he said, "and tell him what I wished to say: that
my people are ready to attack him, and that the only means I know to
divert them from their purpose is to release the lord Cuitlahua, my
brother, and send him to them to enforce my orders. There is now no
other of authority upon whom I can depend to keep the peace, and open
the markets; he is the last hope. Go."

The messengers departed; and when they were gone the monarch said,
"Leave the chamber now, all but Tula."

At the last outgoing footstep she went near, and knelt before him;
knowing, with the divination which is only of woman, that she was now to
have reply to the 'tzin's message, delivered by her in the early
morning. Her tearful look he answered with a smile, saying tenderly, "I
do not know whether I gave you welcome. If I did not, I will amend the
fault. Come near."

She arose, and, putting an arm over his shoulder, knelt closer by his
side; he kissed her forehead, and pressed her close to his breast.
Nothing could exceed the gentleness of the caress, unless it was the
accompanying look. She replied with tears, and such breaking sobs as are
only permitted to passion and childhood.

"Now, if never before," he continued, "you are my best beloved, because
your faith in me fell not away with that of all the world besides;
especially, O good heart! especially because you have to-day shown me an
escape from my intolerable misery and misfortunes,--for which may the
gods who have abandoned me bless you!"

He stroked the dark locks under his hand lovingly.

"Tears? Let there be none for me. I am happy. I have been unresolved,
drifting with uncertain currents, doubtful, yet hopeful, seeing nothing,
and imagining everything; waiting, sometimes on men, sometimes on the
gods,--and that so long,--ah, so long! But now the weakness is past.
Rejoice with me, O Tula! In this hour I have recovered dominion over
myself; with every faculty restored, the very king whom erst you knew, I
will make answer to the 'tzin. Listen well. I give you my last decree,
after which I shall regard myself as lost to the world. If I live, I
shall never rule again. Somewhere in the temples I shall find a cell
like that from which they took me to be king. The sweetness of the
solitude I remember yet. There I will wait for death; and my waiting
shall be so seemly that his coming shall be as the coming of a restful
sleep. Hear then, and these words give the 'tzin: Not as king to
subject, nor as priest to penitent, but as father to son, I send him my
blessing. Of pardon I say nothing. All he has done for Anahuac, and all
he hopes to do for her, I approve. Say to him, also, that in the last
hour Malinche will come for me to go with him to the people, and that I
will go. Then, I say, let the 'tzin remember what the gods have laid
upon him, and with his own hand do the duty, that it may be certainly
done. A man's last prayer belongs to the gods, his last look to those
who love him. In dying there is no horror like lingering long amidst
enemies."

His voice trembled, and he paused. She raised her eyes to his face,
which was placid, but rapt, as if his spirit had been caught by a sudden
vision.

"To the world," he said, in a little while, "I have bid farewell. I see
its vanities go from me one by one; last in the train, and most
glittering, most loved, Power,--and in its hands is my heart. A shadow
creeps upon me, darkening all without, but brightening all within; and
in the brightness, lo, my People and their Future!"

He stopped again, then resumed:--

"The long, long cycles--two,--four,--eight--pass away, and I see the
tribes newly risen, like the trodden grass, and in their midst a
Priesthood and a Cross. An age of battles more, and, lo! the Cross but
not the priests; in their stead Freedom and God."

And with the last word, as if to indicate the Christian God, the report
of a gun without broke the spell of the seer; the two started, and
looked at each other, listening for what might follow; but there was
nothing more, and he went on quietly talking to her.

"I know the children of the Aztec, crushed now, will live, and
more,--after ages of wrong suffered by them, they will rise up, and take
their place--a place of splendor--amongst the deathless nations of the
earth. What I saw was revelation. Cherish the words, O Tula; repeat them
often; make them an utterance of the people, a sacred tradition; let
them go down with the generations, one of which will, at last, rightly
interpret the meaning of the words Freedom and God, now dark to my
understanding; and then, not till then, will be the new birth and new
career. And so shall my name become of the land a part, suggested by all
things,--by the sun mildly tempering its winds; by the rivers singing in
its valleys; by the stars seen from its mountain-tops; by its cities,
and their palaces and halls; and so shall its red races of whatever
blood learn to call me father, and in their glory, as well as misery,
pray for and bless me."

In the progress of this speech his voice grew stronger, and insensibly
his manner ennobled; at the conclusion, his appearance was majestic.
Tula regarded him with awe, and accepted his utterances, not as the song
habitual to the Aztec warrior at the approach of death, nor as the
rhapsody of pride soothing itself; she accepted them as prophecy, and as
a holy trust,--a promise to be passed down through time, to a generation
of her race, the first to understand truly the simple words,--FREEDOM
and GOD. And they were silent a long time.

At length there was a warning at the door; the little bells filled the
room with music strangely inharmonious. The king looked that way,
frowning. The intruder entered without _nequen_; as he drew near the
monarch's seat, his steps became slower, and his head drooped upon his
breast.

"Cuitlahua! my brother!" said Montezuma, surprised.

"Brother and king!" answered the cacique, as he knelt and placed both
palms upon the floor.

"You bring me a message. Arise and speak."

"No," said Cuitlahua, rising. "I have come to receive your signet and
orders. I am free. The guard is at the door to pass me through the gate.
Malinche would have me go and send the people home, and open the
markets; he said such were your orders. But from him I take nothing
except liberty. But you, O king, what will you,--peace or war?"

Tula looked anxiously at the monarch; would the old vacillation return?
He replied firmly and gravely,--

"I have given my last order as king. Tula will go with you from the
palace, and deliver it to you."

He arose while speaking, and gave the cacique a ring; then for a moment
he regarded the two with suffused eyes, and said, "I divide my love
between you and my people. For their sake, I say, go hence quickly, lest
Malinche change his mind. You, O my brother, and you, my child, take my
blessing and that of the gods! Farewell."

He embraced them both. To Tula he clung long and passionately. More than
his ambassadress to the 'tzin, she bore his prophecy to the generations
of the future. His last kiss was dewy with her tears. With their faces
to him, they moved to the door; as they passed out, each gave a last
look, and caught his image then,--the image of a man breaking because he
happened to be in God's way.

CHAPTER V.

HOW TO YIELD A CROWN.

As the guard passed the old lord and the princess out of the gate
opposite the _teocallis_, the latter looked up to the _azoteas_ of the
sacred pile, and saw the 'tzin standing near the verge; taking off the
white scarf that covered her head, and fell from her shoulders, after
passing once around her neck, she gave him the signal. He waved his hand
in reply, and disappeared.

The lord Cuitlahua, just released from imprisonment and ignorant of the
situation, scarcely knowing whither to turn yet impatient to set his
revenge in motion, accepted the suggestion of Tula, and accompanied her
to the temple. The ascent was laborious, especially to him; at the top,
however, they were received by Io' and Hualpa, and with every show of
respect conducted to the 'tzin. He saluted them gravely, yet
affectionately. Cuitlahua told him the circumstances of his release from
imprisonment.

"So," said the 'tzin, "Malinche expects you to open the market, and
forbid the war; but the king,--what of him?"

"To Tula he gave his will; hear her."

[Illustration: SHE GAVE HIM THE SIGNAL]

And she repeated the message of her father. At the end, the calm of the
'tzin's temper was much disturbed. At his instance she again and again
recited the prophecy. The words "Freedom and God" were as dark to him as
to the king, and he wondered at them. But that was not all. Clearly,
Montezuma approved the war; that he intended its continuance was equally
certain; unhappily, there was no designation of a commander. And in
thought of the omission, the young chief hesitated; never did
ambition appeal to him more strongly; but he brushed the allurement
away, and said to Cuitlahua,--

"The king has been pleased to be silent as to which of us should govern
in his absence; but we are both of one mind: the right is yours
naturally, and your coming at this time, good uncle, looks as if the
gods sent you. Take the government, therefore, and give me your orders.
Malinche is stronger than ever." He turned thoughtfully to the palace
below, over which the flag of Spain and that of Cortes were now
displayed. "He will require of us days of toil and fighting, and many
assaults. In conquering him there will be great glory, which I pray you
will let me divide with you."

The lord Cuitlahua heard the patriotic speech with glistening eyes.
Undoubtedly he appreciated the self-denial that made it beautiful; for
he said, with emotion, "I accept the government, and, as its cares
demand, will take my brother's place in the palace; do you take what
else would be my place under him in the field. And may the gods help us
each to do his duty!"

He held out his hand, which the 'tzin kissed in token of fealty, and so
yielded the crown; and as if the great act were already out of mind, he
said, ----

"Come, now, good uncle,--and you, also, Tula,--come both of you, and I
will show what use I made of the kingly power."

He led them closer to the verge of the _azoteas_, so close that they saw
below them the whole western side of the city, and beyond that the lake
and its shore, clear to the sierra bounding the valley in that
direction.

"There," said he, in the same strain of simplicity, "there, in the
shadow of the hills, I gathered the people of the valley, and the flower
of all the tribes that pay us tribute. They make an army the like of
which was never seen. The chiefs are chosen; you may depend upon them,
uncle. The whole great host will die for you."

"Say, rather, for us," said the lord Cuitlahua.

"No, you are now Anahuac"; and, as deeming the point settled, the 'tzin
turned to Tula. "O good heart," he said, "you have been a witness to all
the preparation. At your signal, given there by the palace gate, I
kindled the piles which yet burn, as you see, at the four corners of the
temple. Through them I spoke to the chiefs and armies waiting on the
lake-shore. Look now, and see their answers."

They looked, and from the shore and from each pretentious summit of the
sierra, saw columns of smoke rising and melting into the sky.

"In that way the chiefs tell me, 'We are ready,' or 'We are coming.' And
we cannot doubt them; for see, a dark line on the white face of the
causeway to Cojohuacan, its head nearly touching the gates at Xoloc; and
another from Tlacopan; and from the north a third; and yonder on the
lake, in the shadow of Chapultepec, a yet deeper shadow."

"I see them," said Cuitlahua.

"And I," said Tula. "What are they?"

For the first time the 'tzin acknowledged a passing sentiment; he raised
his head and swept the air with a haughty gesture.

"What are they? Wait a little, and you shall see the lines on the
causeways grow into ordered companies, and the shadows under Chapultepec
become a multitude of canoes; wait a little longer, and you shall see
the companies fill all the great streets, and the canoes girdle the city
round about; wait a little longer, and you may see the battle."

And silence fell upon the three,--the silence, however, in which hearts
beat like drums. From point to point they turned their eager
eyes,--from the causeways to the lake, from the lake to the palace.

Slowly the converging lines crawled toward the city; slowly the dark
mass under the royal hill, sweeping out on the lake, broke into
divisions; slowly the banners came into view, of every color and form,
and then the shields and uniforms, until, at last, each host on its
separate way looked like an endless unrolling ribbon.

When the column approaching by the causeway from Tlacopan touched the
city with its advance, it halted, waiting for the others, which, having
farther to march, were yet some distance out. Then the three on the
_teocallis_ separated; the princess retired to her _chinampa_; the lord
Cuitlahua, with some nobles of the 'tzin's train, betook himself to the
new palace, there to choose a household; the 'tzin, for purposes of
observation, remained on the _azoteas_.

And all the time the threatened palace was a picture of peace; the flags
hung idly down; only the sentinels were in motion, and they gossiped
with each other, or lingered lazily at places where a wall or a
battlement flung them a friendly shade.

CHAPTER VI.

IN THE LEAGUER.

By and by a Spaniard came out through the main gateway of the palace;
after brief leave-taking with the guard there, he walked rapidly down
the street. The 'tzin, observing that the man was equipped for a
journey, surmised him to be a courier, and smiled at the confidence of
the master who sent him forth alone at such a time.

The courier went his way, and the great movement proceeded.

After a while Hualpa and Io' came down from the turret where, under the
urn of fire, they too had been watching, and the former said,--

"Your orders, O 'tzin, are executed. The armies all stand halted at the
gates of the city, and at the outlet of each canal I saw a division of
canoes lying in wait."

The 'tzin looked up at the sun, then past meridian, and replied, "It is
well. When the chiefs see but one smoke from this temple they will enter
the city. Go, therefore, and put out all the fires except that of
Huitzil'."

And soon but one smoke was to be seen.

A little afterwards there was a loud cry from the street, and, looking
down, the 'tzin saw the Spanish courier, without morion or lance,
staggering as he ran, and shouting. Instantly the great gate was flung
open, and the man taken in; and instantly a trumpet rang out, and then
another and another. Guatamozin sprang up. The alarm-note thrilled him
no less than the Christians.

The palace, before so slumberous, became alive. The Tlascalans poured
from the sheds, that at places lined the interior of the parapet, and
from the main building forth rushed the Spaniards,--bowmen, slingers,
and arquebusiers; and the gunners took post by their guns, while the
cavalry clothed their horses, and stood by the bridles. There was no
tumult, no confusion; and when the 'tzin saw them in their
places--placid, confident, ready--his heart beat hard: he would win,--on
that he was resolved,--but ah, at what mighty cost!

Soon, half drowned by the voices of the captains mustering the enemy
below, he heard another sound rising from every quarter of the city,
but deeper and more sustained, where the great columns marched.
He listened intently. Though far and faint, he recognized the
_susurrante_,--literally the commingled war-cries of almost all the
known fighting tribes of the New World. The chiefs were faithful; they
were coming,--by the canals, and up and down the great streets, they
were coming; and he listened, measuring their speed by the growing
distinctness of the clamor. As they came nearer, he became confident,
then eager. Suddenly, everything,--objects far and near, the old palace,
and the hated flags, the lake, and the purple distance, and the
unflecked sky,--all melted into mist, for he looked at them through
tears. So the Last of the 'Tzins welcomed his tawny legions.

While he indulged the heroic weakness, Io' and Hualpa rejoined him.
About the same time Cortes and some of his cavaliers appeared on the
_azoteas_ of the central and higher part of the palace. They were in
armor, but with raised visors, and seemed to be conjecturing one with
another, and listening to the portentous sounds that now filled the
welkin. And as the 'tzin, in keen enjoyment, watched the wonder that
plainly possessed the enemy, there was a flutter of gay garments upon
the palace, and two women joined the party.

"Nenetzin!" said Io', in a low voice.

"Nenetzin!" echoed Hualpa.

And sharper grew his gaze, while down stooped the sun to illumine the
face of the faithless, as, smiling the old smile, she rested lovingly
upon Alvarado's arm. He turned away, and covered his head. But soon a
hand was laid upon his shoulder, and he heard a voice,--the voice of the
'tzin,----

"Lord Hualpa, as once before you were charged, I charge you now. With
your own hand make the signal. Io' will bring you the word. Go now."
Then the voice sunk to a whisper. "Patience, comrade. The days for many
to come will be days of opportunity. Already the wrong-doer is in the
toils; yet a little longer. Patience!"

The noise of the infidels had now come to be a vast uproar, astonishing
to the bravest of the listeners. Even Cortes shared the common feeling.
That war was intended he knew; but he had not sufficiently credited the
Aztec genius. The whole valley appeared to be in arms. His face became a
shade more ashy as he thought, either this was of the king, or the
people were capable of grand action without the king; and he griped his
sword-hand hard in emphasis of the oath he swore, to set the monarch and
his people face to face; that would he, by his conscience,--by the blood
of the saints!

And as he swore, here and there upon the adjacent houses armed men
showed themselves; and directly the heads of columns came up, and,
turning right and left at the corners, began to occupy all the streets
around the royal enclosure.

If one would fancy what the cavaliers then saw, let him first recall the
place. It was in the heart of the city. Eastward arose the
_teocallis_,--a terraced hill in fact, and every terrace a
vantage-point. On all other sides of the palace were edifices each
higher than its highest part; and each fronted with a wall resembling a
parapet, except that its outer face was in general richly ornamented
with fretwork and mouldings and arches and grotesque corbals and
cantilevers. Every roof was occupied by infidels; over the sculptured
walls they looked down into the fortress, if I may so call it, of the
strangers.

As the columns marched and countermarched in the streets thus
beautifully bounded, they were a spectacle of extraordinary animation.
Over them played the semi-transparent shimmer or thrill of air, so to
speak, peculiar to armies in rapid movement,--curious effect of changing
colors and multitudinous motion. The Christians studied them with an
interest inappreciable to such as have never known the sensations of a
soldier watching the foe taking post for combat.

Of arms there were in the array every variety known to the Aztecan
service,--the long bow; the javelin; slings of the ancient fashion,
fitted for casting stones a pound or more in weight; the _maquahuitl_,
limited to the officers; and here and there long lances with heads of
bronze or sharpened flint. The arms, it must be confessed, added little
to the general appearance of the mass,--a deficiency amply compensated
by the equipments. The quivers of the bowmen, and the pouches of the
slingers, and the broad straps that held them to the person were
brilliantly decorated. Equally striking were the costumes of the several
branches of the service: the fillet, holding back the long, straight
hair, and full of feathers, mostly of the eagle and turkey, though not
unfrequently of the ostrich,--costly prizes come, in the way of trade,
from the far _llanos_ of the south; the _escaupil_, of brightest
crimson; the shield, faced with brazen plates, and edged with flying
tufts of buffalo hair, and sometimes with longer and brighter locks, the
gift of a mistress or a trophy of war. These articles, though half
barbaric, lost nothing by contrast with the naked, dark-brown necks and
limbs of the warriors,--lithe and stately men, from whom the officers
were distinguished by helmets of hideous device and mantles
indescribably splendid. Over all shone the ensigns, _indicia_ of the
tribes: here a shining sphere; there a star, or a crescent, or a radial
sun; but most usually a floating cloth covered with blazonry.

With each company marched a number of priests, bareheaded and frocked,
and a corps of musicians, of whom some blew unearthly discords from
conchs, while others clashed cymbals, and beat atabals fashioned like
the copper tam-tams of the Hindoos.

Even the marching of the companies was peculiar. Instead of the slow,
laborious step of the European, they came on at a pace which, between
sunrise and sunset, habitually carried them from the bivouac twenty
leagues away.

And as they marched, the ensigns tossed to and fro; the priests sang
monotonous canticles; the cymbalists danced and leaped joyously at the
head of their companies; and the warriors in the ranks flung their
shields aloft, and yelled their war-cries, as if drunk with happiness.

As the inundation of war swept around the palace, a cavalier raised his
eyes to the temple.

"_Valgame Dios!_" he cried, in genuine alarm. "The levies of the valley
are not enough. Lo, the legions of the air!"

On the _azoteas_ where but the moment before only the 'tzin and Io' were
to be seen, there were hundreds of caparisoned warriors; and as the
Christians looked at them, they all knelt, leaving but one man standing;
simultaneously the companies on the street stopped, and, with those on
the house-tops, hushed their yells, and turned up to him their faces
countless and glistening.

"Who is he?" the cavaliers asked each other.

Cortes, cooler than the rest, turned to Marina: "Ask the princess
Nenetzin if she knows him."

And Nenetzin answered,--

"The 'tzin Guatamo."

As the two chiefs surveyed each other in full recognition, down from the
sky, as it were, broke an intonation so deep that the Christians were
startled, and the women fled from the roof.

"_Ola!_" cried Alvarado, with a laugh. "I have heard that thunder
before. Down with your visors, gentlemen, as ye care for the faces your
mothers love!"

Three times Hualpa struck the great drum in the sanctuary of Huitzil';
and as the last intonation rolled down over the city the clamor of the
infidels broke out anew, and into the enclosure of the palace they
poured a cloud of missiles so thick that place of safety there was not
anywhere outside the building.

To this time the garrison had kept silence; now, standing each at his
post, they answered. In the days of the former siege, besides preparing
banquettes for the repulsion of escalades, they had pierced the outer
walls, generally but little higher than a man's head, with loop-holes
and embrasures, out of which the guns, great and small, were suddenly
pointed and discharged. No need of aim; outside, not farther than the
leap of the flames, stood the assailants. The effect, especially of the
artillery, was dreadful; and the prodigious noise, and the dense,
choking smoke, stupefied and blinded the masses, so unused to such
enginery. And from the wall they shrank staggering, and thousands turned
to fly; but in pressed the chiefs and the priests, and louder rose the
clangor of conchs and cymbals: the very density of the multitude helped
stay the panic.

And down from the temple came the 'tzin, not merely to give the effect
of his presence, but to direct the assault. In the sanctuary he had
arrayed himself; his _escaupil_ and _tilmatli_, of richest feather-work,
fairly blazed; his helm and shield sparkled; and behind, scarcely less
splendid, walked Io' and Hualpa. He crossed the street, shouting his
war-cry. At sight of him, men struggling to get away turned to fight
again.

Next the wall of the palace the shrinking of the infidels had left a
clear margin; and there, the better to be seen by his people, the 'tzin
betook himself. In front of the embrasures he cleared the lines of fire,
so that the guns were often ineffectual; he directed attention to the
loopholes, so that the appearance of an arbalist or arquebus drew a
hundred arrows to the spot. Taught by his example, the warriors found
that under the walls there was a place of safety; then he set them to
climbing; for that purpose some stuck their javelins in the cracks of
the masonry; some formed groups over which others raised themselves;
altogether the crest of the wall was threatened in a thousand places,
insomuch that the Tlascalans occupied themselves exclusively in its
defence; and as often as one raised to strike a climber down, he made
himself a target for the quick bowmen on the opposite houses.

And so, wherever the 'tzin went he inspired his countrymen; the wounded,
and the many dead and dying, and the blood maddened instead of daunting
them. They rained missiles into the enclosure; upon the wall they fought
hand to hand with the defenders; in their inconsiderate fury, many
leaped down inside, and perished instantly,--but all in vain.

Then the 'tzin had great timbers brought up, thinking to batter in the
parapet. Again and again they were hurled against the face of the
masonry, but without effect.

Yet another resort. He had balls of cotton steeped in oil shot blazing
into the palace-yard. Against the building, and on its tiled roof, they
fell harmless. It happened, however, that the sheds in which the
Tlascalans quartered consisted almost entirely of reeds, with roofs of
rushes and palm-leaves; they burst into flames. Water could not be
spared by the garrison, for the drought was great; in the extremity, the
Tlascalans and many Christians were drawn from the defences, and set to
casting earth upon the new enemy. Hundreds of the former were killed or
disabled. The flames spread to the wooden outworks of the wall. The
smoke almost blotted out the day. After a while a part of the wall fell
down, and the infidels rushed in; a steady fire of arquebuses swept
them away, and choked the chasm with the slain; still others braved the
peril; company after company dashed into the fatal snare uselessly, as
waves roll forward and spend themselves in the gorge of a sea-wall.

The conflict lasted without abatement through long hours. The sun went
down. In the twilight the great host withdrew,--all that could. The
smoke from the conflagration and guns melted into the shades of night;
and the stars, mild-eyed as ever, came out one by one to see the wrecks
heaped and ghastly lying in the bloody street and palace-yard.

All night the defenders lay upon their arms, or, told off in working
parties, labored to restore the breach.

All night the infidels collected their dead and wounded, thousands in
number. They did not offer to attack,--custom forbade that; yet over the
walls they sent their vengeful warnings.

All night the listening sentinels on the parapet noted the darkness
filled with sounds of preparation from every quarter of the city. And
they crossed themselves, and muttered the names of saints and good
angels, and thought shudderingly of the morrow.

CHAPTER VII.

IN THE LEAGUER YET.

Guatamozin took little rest that night. The very uncertainty of the
combat multiplied his cares. It was not to be supposed that his enemy
would keep to the palace, content day after day with receiving assaults;
that was neither his character nor his policy. To-morrow he would
certainly open the gates, and try conclusions in the streets The first
duty, therefore, was to provide for such a contingency. So the 'tzin
went along all the streets leading to the old palace, followed by strong
working-parties; and where the highest houses fronted each other, he
stopped, and thereat the details fell to making barricades, and carrying
stones and logs to the roofs. As a final measure of importance, he cut
passages through the walls of the houses and gardens, that companies
might be passed quickly and secretly from one thoroughfare to another.

Everywhere he found great cause for mourning; but the stories of the day
were necessarily lost in the demands of the morrow.

He visited his caciques, and waited on the lord Cuitlahua to take his
orders; then he passed to the temples, whence, as he well knew, the
multitudes in great part derived their inspiration. The duties of the
soldier, politician, and devotee discharged, he betook himself to the
_chinampa_, and to Tula told the heroisms of the combat, and his plans
and hopes; there he renewed his own inspirations.

Toward morning he returned to the great temple. Hualpa and Io', having
followed him throughout his round, spread their mantles on the roof, and
slept: he could not; between the work of yesterday and that to come, his
mind played pendulously, and with such forceful activity as forbade
slumber. From the quarters of the strangers, moreover, he heard
constantly the ringing of hammers, the neighing and trampling of steeds,
and voices of direction. It was a long night to him; but at last over
the crown of the White Woman the dawn flung its first light into the
valley; and then he saw the palace, its walls manned, the gunners by
their pieces, and in the great court lines of footmen, and at the main
gate horsemen standing by their bridles.

"Thanks, O gods!" he cried. "Walls will not separate my people from
their enemies to-day!"

With the sunrise the assault began,--a repetition of that of the day
before.

Then the guns opened; and while the infidels reeled under the fire, out
of the gates rode Cortes and his chivalry, a hundred men-at-arms. Into
the mass they dashed. Space sufficient having been won, they wheeled
southward down the beautiful street, followed by detachments of bowmen
and arquebusiers and Tlascalans. With them also went Mesa and his guns.

When fairly in the street, environed with walls, the 'tzin's tactics and
preparation appeared. Upon the approach of the cavalry, the companies
took to the houses; only those fell who stopped to fight or had not time
to make the exit. All the time, however, the horsemen were exposed to
the missiles tossed upon them from the roofs. Soon as they passed, out
rushed the infidels in hordes, to fall upon the flanks and rear of the
supporting detachments. Never was Mesa so hard pressed; never were helm
and corselet so nearly useless; never gave up the ghost so many of the
veteran Tlascalans.

At length the easy way of the cavalry was brought to a stop; before them
was the first barricade,--a work of earth and stones too high to be
leaped, and defended by Chinantlan spears, of all native weapons the
most dreaded. Nevertheless, Cortes drew rein only at its foot. On the
instant his shield and mail warded off a score of bronzed points,
whirled his axe, crash went the spears,--that was all.

Meantime, the eager horsemen in the rear, not knowing of the obstacle in
front, pressed on; the narrow space became packed; then from the roofs
on the right hand and the left descended a tempest of stones and lances,
blent with beams of wood, against which no guard was strong enough. Six
men and horses fell there. A cry of dismay arose from the pack, and much
calling was there on patron saints, much writhing and swaying of men
and plunging of steeds, and vain looking upward through bars of steel.
Cortes quitted smashing spears over the barricade.

"Out! out! Back, in Christ's name!" he cried.

The jam was finally relieved.

Again his voice,--

"To Mesa, some of ye; bring the guns! Speed!"

Then he, too, rode slowly back; and sharper than the shame of the
retreat, sharper than the arrows or the taunts of the foe, sharper than
all of them together, was the sight of the six riders in their armor
left to quick despoilment,--they and their good steeds.

It was not easy for Mesa to come; but he did, opening within a hundred
feet of the barricade. Again and again he fired; the smoke wreathed
blinding white about him.

"What sayest thou now?" asked Cortes, impatiently.

"That thou mayest go, and thou wilt. The saints go with thee!"

The barricade was a ruin.

At the first bridge again there was a fierce struggle; when taken, the
floor was heaped with dead and wounded infidels.

And so for hours. Only at the last gate, that opening on the causeway to
Iztapalapan, did Cortes stay the sally. There, riding to the rear, now
become the front, he started in return. Needless to tell how well the
Christians fought, or how devotedly the pagans resisted and perished.
Enough that the going back was more difficult than the coming. Four more
of the Spaniards perished on the way.

At a late hour that night Sandoval entered Cortes' room, and gave him a
parchment. The chief went to the lamp and read; then, snatching his
sword from the table, he walked to and fro, as was his wont when much
disturbed; only his strides were longer, and the gride of the weapon on
the tiled floor more relentless than common.

He stopped abruptly.

"Dead, ten of them! And their horses, captain?"

"Three were saved," replied Sandoval.

"By my conscience, I like it not! and thou?"

"I like it less," said the captain, naïvely.

"What say the men?"

"They demand to be led from the city while yet they have strength to
go."

Cortes frowned and continued his walk. When next he stopped, he said, in
the tone of a man whose mind was made up,--

"Good night, captain. See that the sentinels sleep not; and, captain, as
thou goest, send hither Martin Lopez, and mind him to bring one or two
of his master carpenters. Good night."

The mind of the leader, never so quick as in time of trouble, had in the
few minutes reviewed the sortie. True, he had broken through the
barricades, taken bridge after bridge, and driven the enemy often as
they opposed him; he had gone triumphantly to the very gates of the
city, and returned, and joined Olmedo in unctuous celebration of the
achievement; yet the good was not as clear and immediate as at first
appeared.

He recalled the tactics of his enemy: how, on his approach, they had
vanished from the street and assailed him from the roofs; how, when he
had passed, they poured into the street again, and flung themselves hand
to hand upon the infantry and artillery. And the result,--ten riders and
seven horses were dead; of the Tlascalans in the column nearly all had
perished; every Christian foot-soldier had one or more wounds. At
Cempoalla he himself had been hurt in the left hand; now he was sore
with contusions. He set his teeth hard at thought of the moral effect of
the day's work; how it would raise the spirit of the infidels, and
depress that of his own people. Already the latter were clamoring to be
led from the city,--so the blunt Captain Sandoval had said.

The enemy's advantage was in the possession of the houses. The
roofs dominated the streets. Were there no means by which he could
dominate the roofs? He bent his whole soul to the problem. Somewhere
he had read or heard of the device known in ancient warfare as
_mantelets_,--literally, a kind of portable roof, under which besiegers
approached and sapped or battered a wall. The recollection was welcome;
the occasion called for an extraordinary resort. He laid the sword
gently upon the table, gently as he would a sleeping child, and sent for
Lopez.

That worthy came, and with him two carpenters, each as rough as himself.
And it was a picture, if not a comedy, to watch the four bending over
the table to follow Cortes, while, with his dagger-point, he drew lines
illustrative of the strange machine. They separated with a perfect
understanding. The chief slept soundly, his confidence stronger than
ever.

Another day,--the third. From morn till noon and night, the clamor of
assault and the exertion of defence, the roar of guns from within, the
rain of missiles from without,--Death everywhere.

All the day Cortes held to the palace. On the other side, the 'tzin kept
close watch from the _teocallis_. That morning early he had seen workmen
bring from the palace some stout timbers, and in the great court-yard
proceed to frame them. He plied the party with stones and arrows; again
and again, best of all the good bowmen of the valley, he himself sent
his shafts at the man who seemed the director of the work; as often did
they splinter upon his helm or corselet, or drop harmless from the close
links of tempered steel defending his limbs. The work went steadily on,
and by noon had taken the form of towers, two in number, and high as
ordinary houses. By sunset both were under roof.

[Illustration: CORTES DREW REIN ONLY AT ITS FOOT]

When the night came, the garrison were not rested; and as to the
infidels, the lake received some hundreds more of them, which was only
room made for other hundreds as brave and devoted.

Over the palace walls the besiegers sent words ominous and disquieting,
and not to be confounded with the half-sung formulas of the watchers
keeping time on the temples by the movement of the stars.

"Malinche, Malinche, we are a thousand to your one. Our gods hunger for
vengeance. You cannot escape them."

So the Spaniards heard in their intervals of unrest.

"O false sons of Anahuac, the festival is making ready; your hearts are
Huitzil's; the cages are open to receive you."

The Tlascalans heard, and trembled.

The fourth day. Still Cortes kept within the palace, and still the
assault; nor with all the slaughter could there be perceived any
decrease either in the number of the infidels or the spirit of their
attack.

Meantime the workmen in the court-yard clung to the construction of the
towers. Lopez was skilful, Cortes impatient. At last they were finished.

That night the 'tzin visited Tula. At parting, she followed him to the
landing. Yeteve went with her. "The blessing of the gods be upon you!"
she said; and the benediction, so trustful and sweetly spoken, was
itself a blessing. Even the slaves, under their poised oars, looked at
her and forgot themselves, as well they might. The light of the great
torch, kindled by the keeper of the _chinampa_, revealed her perfectly.
The head slightly bent, and the hands crossed over the breast, helped
the prayerful speech. Her eyes were not upon the slaves, yet their
effect was; and they were such eyes as give to night the beauty of
stars, while taking nothing from it, neither depth nor darkness.

The canoe put off.

"Farewell," said Io'. His warrior-life was yet in its youth.

"Farewell," said Hualpa. And she heard him, and knew him thinking of his
lost love.

In the 'tzin's absence the garrison of the temple had been heavily
reinforced. The _azoteas_, when he returned, was covered with warriors,
asleep on their mantles, and pillowed on their shields. He bade his
companions catch what slumber they could, and went into the grimy but
full-lighted presence-chamber, and seated himself on the step of the
altar. In a little while Hualpa came in, and stopped before him as if
for speech.

"You have somewhat to say," said the 'tzin, kindly. "Speak."

"A word, good 'tzin, a single word. Io' lies upon his mantle; he is
weary, and sleeps well. I am weary, but cannot sleep. I suffer--"

"What?" asked the 'tzin.

"Discontent."

"Discontent!"

"O 'tzin, to follow you and win your praise has been my greatest
happiness; but as yet I have done nothing by myself. I pray you, give me
liberty to go where I please, if only for a day."

"Where would you go?"

"Where so many have tried and failed,--over the wall, into the palace."

There was a long silence, during which the supplicant looked on the
floor, and the master at him.

"I think I understand you," the latter at length said. "To-morrow I will
give you answer. Go now."

Hualpa touched the floor with his palm, and left the chamber. The 'tzin
remained thoughtful, motionless. An hour passed.

"Over the wall, into the palace!" he said, musingly. "Not for country,
not for glory,--for Nenetzin. Alas, poor lad! From his life she has
taken the life. Over the wall into the--Sun. To-morrow comes swiftly;
good or ill, the gifts it brings are from the gods. Patience!"

And upon the step he spread his mantle, and slept, muttering, "Over the
wall, into the palace, and she has not called him! Poor lad!"

CHAPTER VIII.

THE BATTLE OF THE MANTAS.

The report of a gun awoke the 'tzin in the morning. The great uproar of
the assault, now become familiar to him, filled the chamber. He knelt on
the step and prayed, for there was a cloud upon his spirit, and over the
idol's stony face there seemed to be a cloud. He put on his helm and
mantle; at the door Hualpa offered him his arms.

"No," he said, "bring me those we took from the stranger."

Hualpa marked the gravity of his manner, and with a rising heart and a
smile, the first seen on his lips for many a day, he brought a Spanish
shield and battle-axe, and gave them to him.

Then the din below, bursting out in greater volume, drew the 'tzin to
the verge of the temple. The warriors made way for him reverently. He
looked down into the square, and through a veil of smoke semilucent saw
Cortes and his cavaliers charge the ranks massed in front of the palace
gate. The gate stood open, and a crowd of the Tlascalans were pouring
out of the portal, hauling one of the towers whose construction had been
the mystery of the days last passed; they bent low to the work, and
cheered each other with their war-cries; yet the _manta_--so called by
Cortes--moved slowly, as if loath to leave. In the same manner the other
tower was drawn out of the court; then, side by side, both were started
down the street, which they filled so nearly that room was hardly left
for the detachments that guarded the Tlascalans on the flanks.

The fighting ceased, and silently the enemies stared at the
spectacle,--such power is there in curiosity.

At sight of the structures, rolling, rocking, rumbling, and creaking
dismally in every wheel, Cortes' eyes sparkled fire-like through his
visor. The 'tzin, on the other hand, was disturbed and anxious, although
outwardly calm; for the objects of the common wonder were enclosed on
every side, and he knew as little what they contained as of their use
and operation.

Slowly they rolled on, until past the intersection of the streets; there
they stopped. Right and left of them were beautiful houses covered with
warriors for the moment converted into spectators. A hush of expectancy
everywhere prevailed. The 'tzin shaded his eyes with his hand, and leant
eagerly forward. Suddenly, from the sides of the machine next the walls,
masked doors dropped out, and guns, charged to the muzzle, glared over
the house-tops, then swept them with fire.

A horrible scream flew along the street and up to the _azoteas_ of the
temple; at the same time, by ladders extended to the coping of the
walls, the Christians leaped on the roofs, like boarders on a ship's
deck, and mastered them at once; whereupon they returned, and were about
taking in the ladders, when Cortes galloped back, and, riding from one
to the other, shouted,--

"Ordas! Avila! _Mirad!_ Where are the torches I gave ye? Out again!
Leave not a stone to shelter the dogs! Leave nothing but ashes! _Pronto,
pronto!_"

The captains answered promptly. With _flambeaux_ of resinous pine and
cotton, they fired all the wood-work of the interior of the buildings.
Smoke burst from the doors and windows; then the detachments retreated,
and were rolled on without the loss of a man.

Behind the _mantas_ there was a strong rear-guard of infantry and
artillery; with which, and the guards on the flanks, and the cavaliers
forcing way at the front, it seemed impossible to avert, or even
interrupt, an attack at once so novel and successful.

The smoke from the burning houses, momentarily thickening and widening,
was seen afar, and by the heathen hailed with cries of alarm: not so
Cortes; riding everywhere, in the van, to the rear, often stopping by
the _mantas_, which he regarded with natural affection, as an artist
does his last work, he tasted the joy of successful genius. The smoke
rising, as it were, to Heaven, carried up his vows not to stop until the
city, with all its idolatries, was a heap of ashes and lime,--a
holocaust to the Mother such as had never been seen. The cheeriness of
his constant cry, "_Christo, Christo y Santiago!_" communicated to his
people, and they marched laughing and fighting.

Opposition had now almost ceased; at the approach of the _mantas_, the
house-tops were given up without resistance. A general panic appeared to
have seized the pagans; they even vacated the street, so that the
cavaliers had little else to do than ride leisurely, turning now and
then to see the fires behind them, and the tall machines come lumbering
on.

As remarked, when the _mantas_ stopped at the intersection of the
streets, the 'tzin watched them eagerly, for he knew the time had come
to make their use manifest; he saw a door drop, and the jet of flame and
smoke leap from a gun; he heard the cry of agony from the house-tops,
and the deeper cry from all the people; to the chiefs around him he
said, with steady voice, and as became a leader,--

"Courage, friends! We have them now. Malinche is mad to put his people
in such traps. Lord Hualpa, go round the place of combat and see that
the first bridge is impassable; for there, unless the towers have wings,
and can fly, they must stop. And to you, Io'," he spoke to the lad
tenderly, "I give a command and sacred trust. Stay here, and take care
of the gods."

Io' kissed his hand, and said, fervently, "May the gods care for me as I
will for them!"

To other chiefs, calling them by name, he gave directions for the
renewal of the assault on the palace, now weakened by the sortie, and
for the concentration of fresh companies in the rear of the enemy, to
contest their return.

"And now, my good lord," he said to a cacique, gray-headed, but of
magnificent frame, "you have a company of Tezcucans, formerly the guards
of king Cacama's palace. Bring them, and follow me. Come."

A number of houses covering quite half a square were by this time on
fire. Those of wood burned furiously; the morning, however, was almost
breathless, so that the cinders did little harm. On the left side of the
street stood a building of red stone, its front profusely carved, and
further ornamented with a marble portico,--a palace, in fact, massively
built, and somewhat higher than the _mantas_. Its entrances were
barricaded, and on the roof, where an enemy might be looked for, there
was not a spear, helm, or sign of life, except some fan-palms and long
banana-branches. Before the stately front the _mantas_ were at length
hauled. Immediately the door on that side was dropped, and the ladder
fixed, and Avila, who had the command, started with his followers to
take possession and apply the torch. Suddenly, the coping of the
palace-front flamed with feathered helms and points of bronze.

Avila was probably as skilful and intrepid as any of Cortes' captains;
but now he was surprised: directly before him stood Guatamozin, whom
every Spaniard had come to know and respect as the most rodoubted of all
the warriors of Anahuac; and he shone on the captain a truly martial
figure, confronting him with Spanish arms, a shield with a face of iron
and a battle-axe of steel. Avila hesitated; and as he did so, the end of
the ladder was lifted from the wall, poised a moment in the air, then
flung off.

The 'tzin had not time to observe the effect of the fall, for a score of
men came quickly up, bringing a beam of wood as long and large as the
spar of a brigantine; a trailing rope at its further end strengthened
the likeness. Resting the beam on the coping of the wall, at a word,
they plunged it forward against the _manta_, which rocked under the
blow. A yell of fear issued from within. The Tlascalans strove to haul
the machine away, but the Tezcucans from their height tossed logs and
stones upon them, crushing many to death, and putting the rest in such
fear that their efforts were vain. Meantime, the beam was again shot
forward over the coping, and with such effect that the roof of the
_manta_ sprang from its fastenings, and nearly toppled off.

The handiwork so rudely treated was not as stout as the ships Martin
Lopez sailed on the lake. It was simply a square tower, two stories
high, erected on wheels. The frame was enclosed with slabs, pinned on
vertically, and pierced with loopholes. On the sides there were
apertures defended by doors. The roof, sloping hip-fashion, had an outer
covering of undressed skins as protection against fire. The lower floor
was for the Tlascalans, should they be driven from the drag-ropes; in
the second story there was a gun, some arquebusiers, and a body of
pikemen to storm the house-tops; so that altogether the contrivance
could hardly stand hauling over the street, much less a battery like
that it was then receiving. At the third blow it became an untenable
wreck.

"Avila!" cried Cortes. "Where art thou?"

The good captain, with four of his bravest men, lay insensible, if not
dead, under the ladder.

"Mercy, O Mother of God, mercy!" groaned Cortes; next moment he was
himself again.

"What do ye here, men? Out and away before these timbers tumble and
crush ye!"

One man stayed.

"The gun, Señor, the gun!" he protested.

Spurring close to the door, Cortes said, "As thou art a Christian, get
thee down, comrade, and quickly. I can better spare the gun than so good
a gunner."

Then the beam came again, and, with a great crash, tore away the side of
the _manta_. The gun rolled backward, and burst through the opposite
wall of the room. The veteran disappeared.

By this time all eyes were turned to the scene. The bowmen and
arquebusiers in the column exerted themselves to cover their unfortunate
comrades. Upon the neighboring houses a few infidels, on the watch,
yelled joyously,--"The 'tzin! the 'tzin!" From them the shout, spread
through the cowering army, became, indeed, a battle-cry significant of
success.

To me, good reader, the miracles of the world, if any there be, are not
the things men do in masses, but the sublimer things done by one man
over the many; they testify most loudly of God, since without him they
could not have been. I am too good a Christian to say this of a
heathen; nevertheless, without the 'tzin his country had perished that
morning. Back to the roofs came the defenders, into the street poured
the companies again; no leisure now for the cavaliers. With the other
_manta_ Ordas moved on gallantly, but the work was hard; at some houses
he failed, others he dared not attack. From front to rear the contest
became a battle. In the low places of the street and pavement the blood
flowed warm, then cooled in blackening pools. The smoke of the consuming
houses, distinguishable from that of the temples, collected into a
cloud, and hung wide-spread over the combat. The yells of Christians and
infidels, fusing into a vast monotone, roared like the sea. Twice Mesa
went to the front,--the cavaliers had need of him,--twice he returned to
the rear.

The wrath of the Aztecs seemed especially directed against the
Tlascalans tugging at the ropes of the _manta_; as a consequence, their
quilted armor was torn to rags, and so many of them were wounded, so
many killed, that at every stoppage the wheels were more difficult to
start; and to make the movement still more slow and uncertain, the
carcasses of the dead had to be rolled or carried out of the way; and
the dead, sooth to say, were not always Aztecs.

Luis Marin halted to breathe.

"_Ola, compañero!_ What dost thou there?"

"By all the saints!" answered Alvarado, on foot, tightening his
saddle-girth. "Was ever the like? It hath been strike, strike,--kill,
kill,--for an hour. I am dead in the right arm from finger to shoulder.
And now here is a buckle that refuseth its work. _Caramba!_ My glove is
slippery with blood!"

And so step by step,--each one bought with a life,--the Christians won
their way to the first bridge: the floor was gone! Cortes reined his
horse, bloody from hoof to frontlet, by the edge of the chasm. Since
daybreak fighting, and but a square gained! The water, never so placid,
was the utmost limit of his going. He looked at the _manta_, now, like
that of Avila, a mocking failure. He looked again, and a blasphemy
beyond the absolution of Olmedo, I fear, broke the clenching of his
jaws,--not for the machines, or the hopes they had raised, but the days
their construction lost him. As he looked, through a rift in the cloud
still rising along the battle's track, he saw the great temple; gay
banners and gorgeous regalia, all the splendor of barbaric war, filled
that view, and inspired him. To the cavaliers, close around and in
waiting, he turned. The arrows smote his mail and theirs, yet he raised
his visor: the face was calm, even smiling, for the will is a quality
apart from mind and passion.

"We will go back, gentlemen," he said. "The city is on fire,--enough for
one day. And hark ye, gentlemen. We have had enough of common blood. Let
us go now and see of what the heathen gods are made."

His hearers were in the mood; they raised their shields and shouted,--

"To the temple! To the temple! For the love of Christ, to the temple!"

The cry sped down the column; and as the men caught its meaning they
faced about of their own will. Wounds, weariness, and disappointments
were forgotten; the rudest soldier became a zealot on the instant. _Al
templo! Adelante, adelante!_ rose like a new chorus, piercing the
battle's monotone.

Cortes stood in his stirrups, and lo! the enemy, ranked close, like corn
in the full ear, yet outreaching his vision,--plumed, bannered,
brilliant, and terrible.

"Close and steady, swords of the Church! What ye see is but grass for
the cutting. Yonder is the temple we seek. Follow me. _Adelante! Christo
y Santiago!_"

So saying, he spurred in deep amongst the infidels.

CHAPTER IX.

OVER THE WALL,--INTO THE PALACE.

The duty Hualpa had been charged with by the 'tzin was not difficult of
performance; for the bridges of the capital, even those along the
beautiful street, were much simpler structures than they appeared. When
he had seen the balustrades and flooring and the great timbers that
spanned the canal--the first one south of the old palace--torn from
their places, and hauled off by the canoemen whom he had collected for
the purpose, he returned to the temple to rejoin his master.

The assault upon the palace, when he reached that point, was more
furious than at any previous time. The companies in the street were
fighting with marvellous courage, while the missiles from the _azoteas_
and westward terraces of the temple, and all the houses around,
literally darkened the air. Amidst the clamor Hualpa caught at intervals
the cry,--"The 'tzin, the 'tzin!" He listened, and all the loyal
thousands seemed shouting, "The 'tzin, the 'tzin! _Al-a-lala!_"

"Has anything befallen the 'tzin?" he asked of an acquaintance.

"Yes, thanks to Huitzil'! He has broken one of Malinche's towers to
pieces, and killed everybody in it."

Hualpa's love quickened suddenly. "Blessed be all the gods!" he cried,
and, passing on, ascended to the _azoteas_. It may have been the battle,
full of invocations, as battles always are; or it may have been that
Io', in full enjoyment of his command, and so earnest in its
performance, stimulated his ambition; or it may have been the influence
of his peculiar sorrow, the haunting memories of his love, and she, its
star, separated from him by so little,--something made him restless and
feverish. He talked with the caciques and priests; he clomb the turret,
and watched the smoke go softly up, and hide itself in the deeper blue
of the sky; with Io', he stood on the temple's verge, and witnessed the
fight, at times using bow and sling; but nothing brought him relief. The
opportunity he had so long desired was here calling him, and passing
away. O for an hour of liberty to enact himself!

Unable to endure the excitement, he started in search of the 'tzin,
knowing that, wherever he was, there was action, if not opportunity. At
that moment he saw a cacique in the street plant a ladder against the
wall of the palace not far from the main gate. The Tlascalans defending
at that point tried to throw it off, but a shower of stones from the
terrace of the temple deluged them, and they disappeared. Up went the
cacique, up went his followers; they gained the crest; then the conflict
passed from Hualpa's view.

"Io'," he said, "when the 'tzin comes back, tell him I have gone to make
a way for him through yon wall."

"Have a care, comrade; have a care!"

Hualpa put an arm around him, and replied, smiling, "There is one over
the wall now: if he fears not, shall I? And then,"--he whispered
low,--"Nenetzin will despise me if I come not soon."

A dawning fell upon Io', and from that time he knew the power of love.

"The gods go with you! Farewell."

Hualpa set about his purpose deliberately. Near the door of the
presence-chamber there was a pile of trophies, shields, arms, and armor
of men and horses; he made some selections from the heap, and carried
them into the chamber. When he came out, under his _panache_ there was
a steel cap, and under his mantle a cuirass; and to some dead Spaniard
he was further beholden for a shield and battle-axe,--the latter so
called, notwithstanding it had a head like a hammer, and a handle of
steel pointed at the end and more than a yard in length.

Thus prepared, he went down into the street, and forced his way to the
ladder planted near the gate; thence to the crest of the wall. A hundred
arrows splintered against his shield, as he looked down upon the combat
yet maintained by the brave cacique at the foot of the banquette.

The wall, as I think I have elsewhere said, was built of blocks of
wrought stone, laid in cement only a little less hard than the stone,
and consequently impervious to any battery against its base; at the same
time, taken piece by piece from the top, its demolition was easy. Hualpa
paused not; between the blocks he drove the pointed handle of his axe: a
moment, and down fell the capping-stone; another followed, and another.
Alike indifferent to the arrows of the garrison and the acclamations of
the witnesses outside, looking neither here nor there, bending every
faculty to the task, he did in a few minutes what seemed impossible:
through a breach wide enough for the passage of a double sedan, foemen
within and without the wall saw each other.

And there was hastening thither of detachments. Up the ladder and over
the wall leaped the devoted infidels, nothing deterred by waiting swords
and lances; striking or dying, they shouted, "The 'tzin, the 'tzin!
_Al-a-lala!_" Live or die, they strove to cover the steadfast workman in
the breach.

De Olid, at the time in charge of the palace, drew nigh, attracted by
the increasing uproar.

"Ye fools! Out on ye! See ye not that the dog is hiding behind a
Christian shield! Run, fly, bring a brace of arquebusiers! Bring the
reserve guns! Upon them, gentlemen! Swords and axes! The Mother for us
all! _Christo, Christo!_"

And on foot, and in full armor, he pushed into the press; for, true to
his training, he saw that the laborer behind the shining shield was more
worthy instant notice than the hordes clambering over the wall.

Still the breach widened and deepened, and every rock that tumbled from
its place contributed to the roadway forming on both sides of the wall
to facilitate the attack. But now the guns were coming, and the
arquebusiers made haste to plant their pieces, against which the good
shield might not defend. Suddenly Hualpa stood up, his surcoat whitened
with the dust of the mortar; without a word he descended to the street:
the work was done,--_a way for the 'tzin was ready_! Scarcely had he
touched the pavement before the guns opened; scarcely had the guns
opened before the gorge was crowded with infidels rushing in. The
palace, wanting the column absent with Cortes, was in danger. To the one
point every Christian was withdrawn; even the sick and wounded staggered
from the hospital to repel the attack. With all his gallantry, De Olid
was beaten slowly back to the house. Cursed he the infidels, prayed he
the return of Cortes,--still he went back. In the midst of his
perplexity, a messenger came to tell him the enemy was breaking through
the wall of the western front.

Hualpa had not only made another breach,--De Olid found him inside the
enclosure, with a support already too strong for the Tlascalans.

The fight the good captain was called to witness was that of native
against native; and, had the peril been less demanding, he would have
enjoyed its novelties. An astonishing rattle of shields and spears,
mixed with the clash of _maquahuitls_, and a deafening outcry from the
contending tribes saluted him. Over the fighting lines the air was
thick with stones and flying javelins and tossing banners. Quarter was
not once asked. The grim combatants engaged each other to conquer or
die. Hither and thither danced the priests, heedless of the danger, now
cursing the laggards, now blessing the brave. And at times so shrilly
blew the conchs that where they were nothing might be heard but the
shriller medley of war-cry answering war-cry.

I doubt if the captain took other note of the fight than its menace to
the palace; and if he prayed the return of Cortes a little more
fervently than before, it was not from fear, or confusion of mind; for
straightway he appealed to that arm which had been the last and saving
resort of the Christians in many a former strait. Soon every disengaged
gun was in position before the western door of the palace, loaded full
of stones not larger than bird's-eggs, and trained, through the crowd,
upon the breach,--and afterwards there were those who charged that the
captain did not wait for all his Tlascalans to get out of the way. The
guns opened with united voices; palace and paved earth trembled; and the
smoke, returning upon the pieces, enveloped everything, insomuch that
the door of the house was not to be seen, nor was friend distinguishable
from enemy.

If my reader has been in battle, he knows the effect of that fire too
well to require description of me; he can hear the cries of the wounded,
and see the ghastly wrecks on the pavement; he can see, too, the recoil
of the Aztecs, and the rush of the Tlascalans, savagely eager to follow
up their advantage. I leave the scene to his fancy, and choose rather to
go with a warrior who, availing himself of the shrouding of the smoke,
pushed through the throng behind the guns, and passed into the palace.
His steps were hurried, and he looked neither to the right nor left;
those whom he brushed out of the way had but time to see him pass, or to
catch an instant's view of a figure of motley appurtenances,--a
Christian shield and battle-axe, a close cap of steel, and the gleam of
a corselet under the colorless tatters of a surcoat of feather-work,--a
figure impossible to identify as friend or foe. The reader, however,
will recognize Hualpa coming out of the depths of the battle, but
going--whither?

Once before, as may be remembered, he had been in the ancient
house,--the time when, in a fit of shame and remorse, he had come to lay
his lordship and castle at the king's feet; then he had entered by the
eastern portal, and passed to the royal presence under guidance: this
time his entry was from the west, and he was alone, and unacquainted
with the vast interior, its halls, passages, courts, and chambers. In
his first visit, moreover, peace had been the rule, and he could not go
amiss for friends: now the palace was a leaguered citadel, and he could
hardly go amiss for enemies.

Whatever his purpose, he held boldly on. It is possible he counted on
the necessities of the battle requiring, as in fact they did, the
presence of every serviceable man of the garrison. The few he met passed
him in haste, and without question. He avoided the courts and occupied
rooms. In the heart of the building he was sensible that the walls and
very air vibrated to the roar without; and as the guns in the eastern
front answered those in the western, he was advised momentarily of the
direction in which he was proceeding, and that his friends still
maintained the combat.

Directly three men passed clad in _nequen_; they were talking earnestly,
and scarcely noticed him; after them came another, very old, and
distinguished by a green _maxtlatl_ over his white tunic,--one of the
king's councillors.

"Stay, uncle," said Hualpa, "stay; I have a question to ask you."

The old man seemed startled.

"Who are you?" he inquired.

Hualpa did not appear to hear him, but asked, "Is not the princess
Nenetzin with the king, her father?"

"Follow this hall to its end," replied the ancient, coldly. "She is
there, but not with the king, her father. Who is he," he continued,
after a pause,--"who is he that asks for the false princess?"

With a groan Hualpa passed on.

The hall ended in a small _patio_, which, at sight, declared itself a
retreat for love. The walls were finished with a confusion of arabesque
moulding, brilliantly and variously colored; the tracery around the open
doors and windows was a marvel of the art; there were flowers on the
floor, and in curious stands, urns, and swinging baskets; there were
also delicate vines, and tropical trees dwarfed for the place, amongst
which one full grown banana lifted its long branches of velvet green,
and seemed to temper the light with dewy coolness; in the centre, there
was a dead fountain. Indeed, the patio could have been but for the one
purpose. Here, walled in from the cares of empire, where only the day
was bold enough to come unbidden, the wise Axaya' and his less fortunate
successors, Tecociatzin and Avizotl, forgot their state, and drank their
cups of love, and were as other men.

All the beauty of the place, however, was lost on Hualpa. He saw only
Nenetzin. She was sitting, at the time, in a low sedilium, her white
garments faintly tinted by the scarlet stripes of a canopy extended high
overhead, to protect her from the too ardent sun.

At the sound of his sandals, she started; and as he approached her, she
arose in alarm. In sooth, his toilette was not that most affected for
the wooing of women; he brought with him the odor of battle; and as he
knelt but a little way from her, she saw there was blood upon his hands,
and upon the axe and shield he laid beside him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

He took off the steel cap and shapeless _panache_, and looked up in her
face.

"The lord Hualpa!" she exclaimed. Then a thought flashed upon her
mind, and with terror in every feature, she cried, "Ah, you have
taken the palace! And the _Tonatiah_?"--she clasped her hands
despairingly,--"dead? a captive? Where is he? I will save him. Take me
to him."

At these words, the uncertain expression with which he had looked up to
her upon baring his head changed to utter hopelessness. The hurried
sentences tore his heart, like talons. For this he had come to her
through so much peril! For this he was then braving death at her feet!
His head sunk upon his breast, and he said,--

"The palace is not ours. The _Tonatiah_ yet lives, and is free."

With a sigh of relief, she resumed her seat, asking,--

"How came you here?"

He answered without raising his eyes, "The keepers of the palace are
strong; they can stay the thousands, but they could not keep me out."

The face of the listener softened; she saw his love, and all his
heroism, but said, coldly,--

"I have heard that wise men do such things only of necessity."

"I do not pretend to wisdom," he replied. "Had I been wise, I would not
have loved you. Since our parting at Chapultepec, where I was so happy,
I have thought you might be a prisoner here, and in my dreams I have
heard you call me. And a little while ago, on the temple, I said to Io',
'Nenetzin will despise me, if I come not soon.' Tell me, O Nenetzin,
that you are a prisoner, and I will take you away. Tell me that the
stories told of you on the streets are not true, and--"

"What stories?" she asked.

"Alas, that it should be mine to tell them! And to you, Nenetzin, my
beautiful!"

With a strong effort, he put down the feeling, and went on,--

"There be those who say that the good king, your father, is in this
prison by your betrayal; they say, too, that you are the keeper of a
shrine unknown to the gods of Anahuac; and yet more shamelessly, they
say you abide here with the _Tonatiah_, unmindful of honor, father, or
gods known or unknown. Tell me, O Nenetzin, tell me, I pray you, that
these are the tales of liars. If you cannot be mine, at least let me go
hence with cause to think you in purity like the snow on the mountain
top. My heart is at your feet,--O crush me not utterly!"

Thereupon, she arose, with flushed face and flashing eyes, never so
proud, never so womanly.

"Lord Hualpa, were you more or less to me than you are, I would make
outcry, and have you sent to death. You cannot understand me; yet I will
answer--because of the love which brought you here, I will answer."

She went into a chamber, and returning, held up the iron cross, more
precious to her, I fear, as the gift of Alvarado than as the symbol of
Christ.

"Look, lord Hualpa! This speaks to me of a religion better than that
practised in the temples, and of a God mightier than all those known in
Anahuac,--a God whom it is useless to resist, who may not be
resisted,--the only God. There, in my chamber, is an altar to Him, upon
which rests only this cross and such flowers as I can gather here in the
morning; that is the shrine of which you have heard upon the street. I
worship at no other. As to the king, I did come and tell the strangers
of the attack he ordered. Lord Hualpa, to me, as is the destiny of every
woman, the hour came to choose between love and father. I could not
else. What harm has come of my choice? Is not the king safe?"

At that moment, the noise which had all the time been heard in the
_patio_, as of a battle up in the air, swelled trebly loud. The tendrils
of the vines shook; the floor trembled.

"Hark!" she said, with an expression of dread. "Is he not safer than
that other for whom I forsook him? Yet I thought to save them both; and
saved they shall be!" she added, with a confident smile. "The God I
worship can save them, and He will."

Then she became silent; and as he could tell by her face that she was
struggling with a painful thought, he waited, listening intently. At
length she spoke, this time with downcast eyes:--

"It would be very pleasant, O Hualpa, to have you go away thinking me
pure as snow on the mountain-top. And if--if I am not,--then in this
cross"--and she kissed the symbol tearfully--"there is safety for me. I
know there is a love that can purify all things."

The sensibilities are not alike in all persons; but it is not true, as
some philosophers think, that infidels, merely because they are such,
are incapable of either great joy or great grief. The mother of El Chico
reviled him because he took his last look at Granada through tears; not
less poignant was the sorrow of Hualpa, looking at his love, by her own
confession lost to him forever; his head drooped, and he settled down
and fell forward upon his face, crushed by the breath of a woman,--he
whom a hundred shields had not sufficed to stay!

For a time nothing was heard in the _patio_ but the battle. Nenetzin
stirred not; she was in the mood superinduced by pity and remorse, when
the mind merges itself in the heart, and is lost in excess of feeling.

At length the spell was broken. A woman rushed in, clapping her hands
joyfully, and crying,--

"Be glad, be glad, O Nenetzin! Malinche has come back, and we are
saved!"

And more the Doña Marina would have said, but her eyes fell upon the
fallen man, and she stopped.

Nenetzin told his story,--the story women never tire of hearing.

"If he stays here, he dies," said Marina, weeping.

"He shall not die. I will save him too," said Nenetzin, and she went to
him, and took his hands, bloody as they were, and, by gentle words, woke
him from his stupor. Mechanically he took his cap, shield, and mace, and
followed her,--he knew not whither.

And she paused not until he was safely delivered to Maxtla, in the
quarters occupied by the king.

CHAPTER X.

THE WAY THROUGH THE WALL.

"Al templo, _al templo_! to the temple!" shouted Cortes, as he charged
the close ranks of the enemy.

"_Al templo!_" answered the cavaliers, plunging forward in chivalric
rivalry.

And from the column behind them rolled the hoarse echo, with the words
of command superadded,--

"_Al templo! Adelante, adelante!_--forward!"

Not a Spaniard there but felt the inspiration of the cry; felt himself a
soldier of Christ, marching to a battle of the gods, the true against
the false; yet the way was hard, harder than ever; so much so, indeed,
that the noon came before Cortes at last spurred into the space in
front of the old palace.

The first object to claim attention there was the temple against which
the bigotry of the Christians had been so suddenly and shrewdly
directed,--shrewdly, because in the glory of its conquest the failure of
the _mantas_ was certain to be forgotten. In such intervals of the fight
as he could snatch, the leader measured the pile with a view to the
attack. Standing in his stirrups, he traced out the path to its summit,
beginning at the gate of the _coatapantli_, then up the broad stairs,
and around the four terraces to the _azoteas_,--a distance of nearly a
mile, the whole crowded with warriors, whose splendid regalia published
them lords and men of note, in arms to die, if need be, for glory and
the gods. As he looked, Sandoval rode to him.

"Turn thine eyes hither, Señor,--to the palace, the palace!"

Cortes dropped back into his saddle, and glanced that way.

"By the Mother of Christ, they have broken through the wall!"

He checked his horse.

"Escobar," he said, calmly, through his half-raised visor, "take thou
one hundred men, the last in the column, and attack the temple. Hearest
thou? Kill all thou findest! Nay, I recollect it is a people with two
heads, of which I have but one. Bring me the other, if thou canst find
him. I mean the butcher they call the high priest. And more, Señor
Alonzo: when thou hast taken the idolatrous mountain, burn the towers,
and fear not to tumble the bloody gods into the square. Thy battle will
be glorious. On thy side God, the Son, and Mother! Thou canst not fail."

"And thou, Olea," he added to another, "get thee down the street, and
hasten Mesa and his supports. Tell them the infidels are at the door of
the palace, and that the captain Christobal hath scarce room to lift his
axe. And further,--as speed is everything now,--bid Ordas out with the
gun, and fire the _manta_, which hath done its work. Spare not thy
horse!"

With the last word, Cortes shut his visor, and, griping his axe, spurred
to the front, shouting,--

"To the palace, gentlemen! for love of Christ and good comrades. Rescue,
rescue!"

Down the column sped the word,--then forward resistlessly, through the
embattled gate, into the enclosure; and none too soon, for, as Cortes
had said, though at the time witless of the truth, the Aztecs were
threatening the very doors of the palace.

Escobar, elated with the task assigned him, arranged his men, and made
ready for the assault. The infidels beheld his preparation with
astonishment. All eyes, theretofore bent upon the conflict in the palace
yard, now fixed upon the little band so boldly proposing to scale the
sacred heights. A cry came up the street: "The 'tzin, the 'tzin!" then
the 'tzin himself came; and as he passed through the gate of the
_coatapantli_, the thousands recognized him, and breathed freely. "The
'tzin has come! The gods are safe!" so they cheered each other.

The good captain led his men to the gate of the _coatapantli_. With
difficulty he gained entrance. As if to madden the infidels, already
fired by a zeal as great as his own, the dismal thunder of the great
drum of Huitzil' rolled down from the temple, overwhelming all other
sounds. Slowly he penetrated the enclosure; closely his command followed
him; yet not all of them; before he reached the stairway he was fighting
for, the hundred were but ninety.

Twenty minutes,--thirty: at last Escobar set his foot on the first step
of the ascent. There he stopped; a shield of iron clashed against his;
his helmet rang with a deadly blow. When he saw light again, he was
outside the sacred wall, borne away by his retreating countrymen, of
whom not one re-entered the palace unwounded.

Cortes, meantime, with sword and axe, cleared the palace of assailants;
and, as if the day's work were done, he prepared to dismount. Don
Christobal, holding his stirrup, said,--

"_Cierto, Señor_, thou art welcome. I do indeed kiss thy hand. I thank
thee."

"Not so, captain, not so. By my conscience, we are the debtors! I will
hear nothing else. It is true we came not a moment too soon,"--he
glanced at the breach in the wall, and shook his head gravely,--"but--I
speak what may not be gainsaid--thou hast saved the palace."

More he would have said in the same strain, but that a sentinel on the
roof cried out,--

"_Ola, Señores!_"

"What wouldst thou?" asked Cortes, quickly.

"I am an old soldier, Señor Hernan,--"

"To the purpose, varlet, to the purpose!"

"--whom much experience hath taught not to express himself hastily;
therefore, if thy orders were well done, Señor, whither would our
comrades over the way be going?"

"To the top of the temple," said Cortes, gravely, while all around him
laughed.

"Then I may say safely, Señor, that they will go round the world before
they arrive there. They come this way fast as men can who have to--"

A long, exulting cry from the infidels cut the speech short; and the
party, turning to the temple, saw it alive with waving sashes and
tossing shields.

"To horse, gentlemen!" said Cortes, quietly, but with flashing eyes.
"Satan hath ruled yon pile long enough. I will now tilt with him. Let
the trumpets be sounded! Muster the army! God's service hath become our
necessity. Haste ye!"

Out of the gate, opened to receive Escobar and his bruised followers,
marched three hundred chosen Christians, with as many thousand
Tlascalans. In their midst went Olmedo, under his gown a suit of armor,
in his hand a lance, and on that a brazen crucifix. Other ensign there
was not. Cortes and his cavalry led the column, which was of all the
arms except artillery; that remained with De Olid to take care of the
palace.

And never was precaution more timely; for hardly had the gate closed
upon the outgoers, before the good captain sent his garrison to the
walls, once more menaced by the infidels.

The preparations of Escobar, as we have seen, had been under Io's view;
so the prince, divining the object, drew after him a strong support, and
hastened to keep the advantage of the stairways. On one of the eastern
terraces he met the 'tzin ascending. There was hurried salutation
between them.

"Look you for Hualpa?" asked Io', observing the 'tzin search the company
inquiringly.

"Yes. He should be here."

The boy's face and voice fell.

"I would he were, good 'tzin. He left me on the _azoteas_. With the look
of one who had devoted himself, he embraced me. His last words were,
'Tell the 'tzin I have gone to make for him a way into the palace.'" And
thereupon Io' told the story through, simply and sorrowfully; at the end
the listener kissed him, and said,--

"I will find the way he made for me."

There was a silence, very brief, however, for a burst of yells from
below warned them of the fight begun. Then the 'tzin, recalled to
himself, gave orders.

"Care of the gods is mine now. Leave me these friends and go, and with
the people at command, bring stones and timbers, all you find, and heap
them ready for use on the terraces at the head of each stairway. Go
quickly, so may you earn the double blessing of Huitzil' and Tezca'!"

In a little time the 'tzin stood upon the last step of the lowest
stairway; nor did he lift hand until Escobar, half spent with exertion,
confronted him shield to shield. The result has been told.

And then were shown the qualities which, as a fighting man, raised the
'tzin above rivalry amongst his people. The axe in his hand was but
another form of the _maquahuitl_; and that his shield was of the
Christian style mattered not,--he was its perfect master. With a joyous
cry, he rushed upon the arms outstretched to save the fallen captain;
played his shield like a shifting mirror; rose and fell the axe, now in
feint, now in foil, but always in circles swifter than eye could follow;
striking a victim but once, he amazed and dazzled the Spaniards, as in
the Moorish wars El Zagel, the Moor, amazed and dazzled their fathers.
Nor did he want support. His followers, inspired by his example,
struggled to keep pace with him. On the flanks poured the masses of his
countrymen, in blind fury, content if, with their naked hands, they
could clutch the weapons that slew them. Such valor was not to be
resisted by the lessening band of Christians, who yielded, at first inch
by inch, then step by step; at length, in disorder, almost in rout, they
were driven from the sacred enclosure.

The victory was decided; the temple was safe, and the insult punished!
The air shook with the deep music of the drum; in the streets the
companies yelled as if drunk; the temple was beautiful with waving
sashes and tossing shields and banners; and on the _azoteas_ of the
great pile, in presence of the people, the priests appeared and danced
their dance of triumph,--a horrible saturnalia. The fight had been a
trial of power between the gods Christian and Aztec, and lo, Huitzil'
was master!

The 'tzin felt the sweetness of the victory, and his breast filled with
heroic impulses. Standing in the gate of the _coatapantli_, he saw the
breach Hualpa had made in the wall enclosing the palace, noticed that
the ascent to the base of the gorge was easy, and the gorge itself now
wide enough to admit of the passage of several men side by side. The
temptation was strong, the possibilities alluring, and he fixed his
purpose.

"It is the way he made for me, and I will tread it. Help me, O God of my
fathers!"

So he resolved, so he prayed.

And forthwith messengers ran to the chiefs on the four sides of the
palace with orders for them to pass the wall. From the dead Spaniards
the armor was stript, and arms taken; and the robbers, fourteen
caciques, men notable for skill and courage, stood up under cuirass, and
helm or morion, and with pike and battle-axe of Christian manufacture,
covered, nevertheless, with pagan trappings.

Still standing in the gateway, the 'tzin saw the companies in the street
begin the assault. Swelled their war-cries as never before, for the
inspiration of the victory was upon them also; rattled the tambours,
brayed the conchs, danced the priests, and from the temple and housetops
poured the missiles in a darkening cloud. Within his view a hundred
ladders were planted, and crowded with eager climbers. At the gorge of
the breach men struggled with each other to make the passage first. He
called a messenger:--

"Take this ring to the prince Io'," he said. "Tell him the house of the
gods is once more in his care." Then to his chosen caciques he turned,
saying,--"Follow me, O countrymen!"

With that, he walked swiftly to the breach; calm, collected, watchful,
silent, he walked. His companions shouted his war-cry. From mouth to
mouth it passed, thrilling and inspiring,--

"Up, up, Tlateloco! Up, up, over the wall! The 'tzin is with us!"

Meantime the beseiged were not idle; over the crest of the parapet the
Tlascalans fought successfully; through the ports and embrasures the
Christians kept up their fire of guns great and small. Nevertheless, to
the breach the 'tzin went without stopping.

"Clear the way!" he cried.

The guns within made answer; a shower of blood drenched him from head to
foot. Except of the dead, the way was clear! A rush through the slippery
gorge,--a shout,--and he was inside the enclosure, backed by his
caciques. And as he went in, Cortes passed out, marching to storm the
temple.

No doubt or hesitation on the 'tzin's part now; no looking about,
uncertain what to do, while bowmen and gunners made a mark of him. He
spoke to his supporters, and with them faced to the right, and cleared
the banquette of Tlascalans. Over the wall, thus cleared, and through
the breach leaped his people; and as they came, the iron shields covered
them, and they multiplied rapidly.

About eight hundred Spaniards, chiefly Narvaez' men, defended the
palace. They fought, but not with the spirit of the veterans, and were
pushed slowly backward. As they retired, wider grew the space of
undefended wall; like waves over a ship's side, in poured the companies;
the Aztecs fell by scores, yet they increased by hundreds.

Again the sick and wounded staggered from their quarters; again De Olid
brought his reserves into action; again the volleys shook the palace,
and wrapped it in curtains of smoke, whiter and softer than bridal
veils: still the infidels continued to master the walls and the space
within. By and by the gates fell into their hands; and then, indeed, all
seemed lost to the Christians.

The stout heart of the good Captain Christobal was well tempered for the
trial. To the windows and lesser entrances of the buildings he sent
guards, stationing them inside; then, in front of the four great doors,
he drew his men back, and fought on, so that the palace was literally
girt with a belt of battle.

An hour like that I write of seems a long time to a combatant; on this
occasion, however, one there was, not a combatant, to whom, possibly,
the time seemed much longer. In his darkened chamber sat the king,
neither speaking nor spoken to, though surrounded by his court. He must
have heard the cries of his people; knowing them so near, in fancy, at
least, he must have seen their heroism and slaughter. Had he no thought
in sympathy with them? no prayer for their success? no hope for himself
even? Who may answer?--so many there are dead in the midst of life.

At length the 'tzin became weary of the mode of attack, which, after
all, was but a series of hand-to-hand combats along lengthened lines,
that might last till night, or, indeed, as long as there were men to
fill the places of the fallen. To the companies crowding the conquered
space before the eastern front of the palace, he passed an order: a
simultaneous forward movement from the rear took place; the intervals
between the ranks were closed up; a moment of fusion,--a pressure; then
a welding together of the whole mass followed. After that words may not
convey the scene. The unfortunates who happened to be engaged were first
pushed, then driven, and finally shot forward, like dead weights.
Useless all skill, useless strength; the opposite lines met; blood flew
as from a hundred fountains; men, impaled on opposing weapons, died,
nailed together face to face. As the only chance for life, very many
fell down, and were smothered.

The defenders broke in an instant. Back, back they went,--back to the
guns, which, for a time, served as breakwaters to the wave; then past
the guns, almost to the wall, forced there by the awful impetus of the
rush.

The truly great leaders of men are those who, invoking storms, stand out
and brave them when they come. Such was Guatamozin. The surge I have so
faintly described caught him foremost in the fighting line of his
people, and flung him upon his antagonists. With his shield he broke the
force of the collision; the cuirass saved him from their points; close
wedged amongst them, they could not strike him. Tossed like so much
drift, backward they went, forward he. Numbers of them fell and
disappeared. When, at last, the impetus of the movement was nigh spent,
he found himself close by the principal door of the palace. But one man
stood before him,--a warrior with _maquahuitl_ lifted to strike. The
'tzin raised his shield, and caught the blow; then, upon his knee, he
looked up, and saw the face, and heard the exulting yell, of--Iztlil',
the Tezcucan! Whirled the weapon again. The noble Aztec summoned all his
spirit; death glared upon him through the burning eyes of his hated
rival; up, clear to vision, rose all dearest things,--gods, country,
glory, love. Suddenly the raised arm fell; down dropped the
_maquahuitl_; and upon the shield down dropped Iztlil' himself, carrying
the 'tzin with him.

The Tezcucan seemed dead.

A friendly hand helped the 'tzin to his feet. He was conscious, as he
arose, of a strange calm in the air; the clamor and furious stir of the
combat were dying away; he stood in the midst of enemies, but they were
still, and did not even look at him. A shield not his own covered his
breast; he turned, and lo! the face of Hualpa!

"Whence came you?" asked the 'tzin.

"From the palace."

"Thanks--"

"Not now, not now," said Hualpa, in a low voice. "The gods who permitted
me to save you, O 'tzin, have not been able to save themselves. Look! to
the temple!"

His eyes followed Hualpa's directing finger, and the same astonishment
that held his enemies motionless around him, the same horror that, in
the full tide of successful battle, had so instantly stayed his
countrymen, seized him also. He stood transfixed,--a man turned to
stone!

The towers of the temple were in flames; and, yet more awful, the image
of Huitzil', rolled to the verge of the _azoteas_, was tottering to its
fall! A thousand hands were held up instinctively,--a groan,--a long
cry,--and down the stairway and terraces, grinding and crashing,
thundered the idol. Tezca' followed after, and the sacrificial stone;
then the religion of the Aztecs was ended forever.

As if to assure the great fact, when next the spectators raised their
eyes to the _azoteas_, lo! Olmedo and his crucifix! The faithful servant
of Christ had performed his mission; he had burst the last gate, and
gained the last mountain in the way; and now, with bared head, and face
radiant with sublime emotion, he raised the symbol of salvation high up
in view of all the tribes, and, in the name of his Master, and for his
Master's Church, forever, by that simple ceremony, took possession of
the New World.

And marvellous to relate further, the tribes, awed if not conquered,
bowed their heads in peace. Even the companies in the palace-yard
marched out over their dead, and gave up the victory so nearly won.
Guatamozin and Hualpa followed them, but with their faces to the foe.
Needless the defiance: as they went, not a word was spoken, not a hand
lifted. For the time, all was peace.

CHAPTER XI.

BATTLE IN THE AIR.

As Cortes, at the head of his column, drew near the gate of the
_coatapantli_, he saw the inclosure and the terraces on that side of the
temple occupied by warriors, and the edge of the azoteas above lined
with _pabas_, chanting in dismal harmony with the deep music of the
great drum. Ensigns and symbols of unknown meaning, and rich regalia
pranked the dull gray faces of the pile with holiday splendors. Little
note, however, gave he to the beautiful effect.

"God helping us," he said to his cavaliers,--and with such gravity that
they knew him unusually impressed with the task before them,--"God
helping us, gentlemen, we will do a deed now that hath no likeness in
the wars of men. Commend we ourselves each, and all who follow us, to
the holy Christ, who cometh yonder on the staff of Father Olmedo."

So saying, he reversed his sword, and carried the crossed handle softly
and reverently to the bars of his helmet, and all who heard him did
likewise.

In front of the gate, under a shower of arrows, he stopped to adjust the
armlets of his shield, for his hand was yet sore; then, settling in his
saddle again, he spurred his horse through the entrance into the
enclosure.

Right into the mass waiting to receive him he broke, and whom his sword
left untouched the trained steed bore down. After him charged the
choicest spirits of the conquest, animated with generous rivalry and
the sublime idea that this time the fight was for God and His Church.
And so, with every thrust of sword and every plunge of horse, out rang
their cries.

"On, on, for love of Christ! Death to the infidels! Down with the false
gods!"

On the side of the infidels there was no yielding, for the ground was
holy ground to them. When their frail weapons were broken, they flung
themselves empty-handed upon the nearest rider, or under the horses,
and, dying even, tried to hold fast locked the hoofs that beat them to
death. In their aid, the pavement became heaped with bodies, and so
slippery with blood that a number of the horses fell down; and, in such
cases, if the rescue came not quickly they and their riders were lost.
Indeed, so much did this peril increase that Cortes, when his footmen
were fairly in the yard, dismounted the horsemen the better to wage the
fight.

At length resistance ceased: the inclosure was won. The marble floor
bore awful evidences of the prowess of one party and the desperation of
the other.

The Christians took up their wounded, and carried them tenderly to the
shade, for the sun blazed down from the cloudless sky.

Around Cortes gathered the captains, resting themselves.

"The Tlascalans must hold the yard," he said, well pleased, and with
raised visor. "That charge I commit to thee, Lugo."

Lugo bared his face, and said, sullenly,--

"Thou knowest, Señor, that I am accustomed to obey thee questionless;
but this liketh me not. I--"

"By the love of Christ--"

"Even so, Señor," said Lugo, interrupting him in turn. "I feel bidden by
love of Christ to go up, and help cast down the accursed idols."

The face of the crafty leader changed quickly.

"_Ola_, father!" he said. "Here is one malcontent, because I would have
him stay and take care of us while we climb the stairways. What say'st
thou?"

Olmedo answered solemnly, "What ye have in mind now, Señores,--the
disgrace of the false gods who abide in this temple of abominations,--is
what hath led us here. And now that the end is at hand, the least
circumstance is to be noted; for the wise hear God as often in the small
voice as in the thunder. Doubt not, doubt not; the prompting of the good
captain is from Him. Be this lower duty to the unassoilzied Tlascalans:
go we as the love of Christ calleth. Verily, he who doeth this work
well, though his sins be many as the sands of the sea, yet shall he
become as purity itself, and be blessed forever. Take thy measures
quickly, Señor, and let us be gone."

"Amen, amen!" said the cavaliers; and Cortes, crossing himself, hastened
in person to make dispositions for the further emprise.

The Tlascalans he set to hold the _coatapantli_ from attack without. To
the arquebusiers and cross-bowmen he gave orders to cover him with their
fire while he climbed the stairways and was driving the enemy around the
terraces. When the _azoteas_ was gained, they were to ascend, and take
part in the crowning struggle for the sanctuaries. The cavalry, already
dismounted, were to go with him in the assault. To the latter, upon
rejoining them, he said,--

"In my judgment, gentlemen, the fighting we go to now is of the kind
wherein the sword is better than axe or lance; therefore, put away all
else."

He took place at the head, with Alvarado and Sandoval next him in the
column.

"And thou, father?" he asked.

Olmedo raised his crucifix, and, looking up, said,--

"_Hagase tu voluntad en la tierra asi como en el cielo._"[49] Then to
Cortes, "I will follow these, my children."

"Forward, then! Christ with us, and all the saints!" cried Cortes.
"_Adelante! Christo y Santiago!_"

In a moment they were swiftly climbing the lower stair way of the
temple.

Meantime Io', from the _azoteas_, kept watch on the combats below. Two
figures charmed his gaze,--that of Cortes and that of the 'tzin,--both,
in their separate ways, moving forward slowly but certainly. Before he
thought of descending, the Christians were in the precinct of the
_coatapantli_, and after them streamed the long line of Tlascalans.

As we have seen, the prince had been in battles, and more than once felt
the joyous frenzy nowhere else to be found; but now a dread fell upon
him. Did Malinche's dream of conquest reach the gods? Again and again he
turned to the sanctuaries, but the divine wrath came not forth,--only
the sonorous throbs of the drum. Once he went into the presence chamber,
which was full of kneeling _pabas_. The _teotuctli_ stood before the
altar praying. Io' joined in the invocation; but miracle there was not,
neither was there help; for when he came out, all the yard around the
temple was Malinche's.

Then Io' comprehended that this attack, unlike Escobar's, was of method;
for the ways of succor, which were also those of retreat, were all
closed. The supreme trial had come early in his career. His spirit
arose; he saw himself the stay of the religion of his fathers; the gods
leaned upon him. On the roof and terraces were some two thousand
warriors, the fighting children of the valley: Tezcucans, with countless
glorious memories to sustain their native pride; Cholulans, eager to
avenge the sack of their city and the massacre of their countrymen;
Aztecs, full of the superiority of race, and the inspiration of ages of
empire. They would fight to the last man. He could trust them, as the
'tzin had trusted him. The struggle, moreover, besides being of special
interest on account of its religious character, would be in mid-air,
with the strangers and all the tribes and companies as witnesses. So,
with his caciques, he went down to the landing at the top of the lower
stairway.

A yell saluted Cortes when, at the head of the cavaliers, he appeared on
the steps, and, sword in hand and shield overhead, commenced the
perilous ascent. At the same time javelins and spears began to rain upon
the party from the first terrace. Up they hurried. Half the height was
gained and not a man hurt,--not a foot delayed! Then, slowly at first,
but with longer leaps and increasing force, a block of stone was started
down the stairs. Fortunately, the steps were broad, having been built
for the accommodation of processions. Down sped a warning cry; down as
swiftly plunged the danger. Olmedo saw three figures of men in iron
follow it headlong to the bottom; fast they fell, but not too fast for
his words of absolution; before the victims touched the pavement, their
sins were forgiven, and their souls at rest in Paradise.

The stones and timbers placed on the landing by the 'tzin's order were
now laid hold of, and rolled and dragged to the steps and hurled down.
Thus ten Christians more were slain. Even Cortes, deeming escape
impossible, turned his battle-cry into a prayer, and not in vain! From
below, the arquebusiers and cross-bowmen suddenly opened fire, which
they kept so close that, on the landing, the dead and wounded speedily
outnumbered the living.

"The saints are with us! Forward, swords of the Church!" cried Cortes.

Before the infidels recovered from their panic, he passed the last step,
and stood upon the terrace. And there, first in front of him, first to
meet him, was Io', whom pride and zeal would not permit to retire.

The meeting--combat it can hardly be called--was very brief. The blades
of Io's _maquahuitl_ broke at the first blow. Cortes replied with a
thrust of the sword,--quick, but true, riving both the shield and the
arm. A cacique dragged the hapless boy out of reach of the second
thrust, and took his place before the conqueror.

The terrace so hardly gained was smoothly paved, and wide enough for ten
men to securely walk abreast; on the outer side there was no railing or
guard of any kind, nothing but a descent of such height as to make a
fall certainly fatal. Four times the smooth, foot-worn pavement extended
around the temple, broken in its course by six grand stairways, the last
of which landed on the _azoteas_, one hundred and fifty feet above the
level of the street. Such was the highway of the gods, up which the
adventurous Christians essayed to march, fighting.

"To my side, Sandoval! And ye, Alvarado, Morla, Lugo, Ordas, Duero,--to
my side!" said Cortes, defending himself the while. "Make with me a line
of shields across the way. Let me hear your voices. No battle-cry here
but Christ and St. James! When ye are ready, shout, that I may hear ye!"

One by one the brave gentlemen took their places; then rose the cry,
"_Christo y Santiago! Christo y Santiago!_"

And then the voice of Cortes,--

"Forward, my friends! Push the dogs! No quarter! _Christo y Santiago!_"

Behind the line of shields moved the other cavaliers, eager to help when
help should be needed.

And then were shown the excellences of the sword in a master's hand. The
best shields of the infidels could not bar its point; it overcame
resistance so quietly that men fell, wounded, or slain outright, before
they thought themselves in danger; it won the terrace, and so rapidly
that the Christians were themselves astonished.

"_Ola, compañeros!_" said Cortes, who in the fiercest _mêleé_ was still
the watchful captain. "_Ola!_ Yonder riseth the second stairway. That
the heathen may not use the vantage against us, keep we close to this
pack. On their heels! Closer!"

So they mounted the steps of the second stairway, fighting; and the
crowd which they kept between them and the enemy on the landing was a
better cover even than the fire of the bowmen and arquebusiers. And so
the terraces were all taken. Of the eight other Christians who fell
under the stones and logs rolled upon them from the heights above, two
lived long enough to be shrived by the faithful Olmedo.

The _azoteas_ of the temple has been already described as a broad, paved
area, unobstructed except by the sacrificial stones and the sanctuaries
of Huitzil' and Tezca'. A more dreadful place for battle cannot be
imagined. The coming and going of worshippers, singly or in processions,
and of barefooted pabas, to whom the dizzy height was all the world, had
worn its surface smooth as furbished iron. If, as the combat rolled
slowly around the terraces, rising higher, and nearer the chiefs and
warriors on the summit,--if, in faintness of heart or hope, they looked
for a way of escape, the sky and the remote horizon were all they saw:
escape was impossible.

With many others disabled by wounds, Io' ascended to the _azoteas_ in
advance of the fight; not in despair, but as the faithful might, never
doubting that, when the human effort failed, Huitzil', the Omnipotent,
would defend himself. He passed through the ranks, and with brave words
encouraged the common resolve to conquer or die. Stopping upon the
western verge, he looked down upon the palace, and lo! there was a rest
in the assault, except where the 'tzin fought, with his back to the
temple; and the thousands were standing still, their faces
upturned,--each where the strange truce found him,--to behold the hunted
gods in some majestic form at last assert their divinity. So Io' knew,
by the whisperings of his own faith.

Again he turned prayerfully to the sanctuaries. At that instant Cortes
mounted the last step of the last stairway,--after him the line of
shields, and all the cavaliers,--after them again, Olmedo with his
crucifix! Then was wrought an effect, simple enough of itself, but so
timely that the good man--forgetful that the image of Christ dead on the
cross is nothing without the story of his perfect love and sorrowful
death--found believers when he afterwards proclaimed it a miracle. He
held the sacred effigy up to be seen by all the infidels; they gazed at
it as at a god unfriendly to their gods, and waited in awe for the
beginning of a struggle between the divine rivals; and while they
waited, Cortes and his cavaliers perfected their formation upon the
_azoteas_, and the bowmen and arquebusiers began to climb the second
stairway of the ascent. The moment of advantage was lost to the Aztecs,
and they paid the penalty.

Io' waited with the rest; from crucifix to sanctuary, and sanctuary to
crucifix, he turned; yet the gods nursed their power. At last he awoke;
too late! there was no escape. Help of man was not possible, and the
gods seemed to have abandoned him.

"Tezcuco! Cholula! Tenochtitlan! Up, up, Tlateloco, up!"

Over the azoteas his words rang piercing clear, and through the ranks
towards the Christians he rushed. The binding of the spell was broken.
Shook the banners, pealed war-cry, conch, and atabal,--and the battle
was joined.

"Hold fast until our brethren come; then shall our swords drink their
fill! _Christo y Santiago!_"

Never was the voice of Cortes more confident.

Need, nevertheless, had the cavaliers for all their strength and skill,
even the nicest cunning of fence and thrust. Every joint of their
harness was searched by javelin and spear, and the clang of
_maquahuitls_ against the faces of their shields was as the noise of a
thousand _armeros_ at work. The line swayed and bent before the surge,
now yielding, now recovering, at times ready to break, and then--death
awaited them all on the terraces below. For life they plied their
swords,--no, not for life alone; behind them to and fro strode Olmedo.

"Strike, and spare not!" he cried. "Lo, the gates of hell yonder, but
they shall not prevail. Strike for Holy Church, whose swords ye are! For
Holy Cross, and room to worship above the Baals of heathendom! For glory
here, and eternal life hereafter!"

So he cried as he strode; and the crucifix on his lance and the saintly
words on his lips were better than trumpets, better than a hundred Cids
in reserve.

The great drum, which had been for a while silent, at this juncture
burst out again; and still more to inflame the infidels, forth from the
sanctuaries the pabas poured, and dispersed themselves, leaping,
dancing, singing, through the ranks. Doubtless they answered the
Christian priest, promise for promise, and with even greater effect; the
calm and self-possessed among their people became zealots, and the
zealots became frantic madmen.

At last the bowmen and arquebusiers appeared upon the scene. When Cortes
saw them,--their line formed, matches lighted, bows drawn,--he drew out
of the combat to give them directions.

"_Viva compañeros!_" he said, with a vivacity peculiar to himself, "I
bid ye welcome. The temple and its keepers are ours. We with swords will
now go forward. Keep ye the stairway, and take care of our flanks. Ply
your bolts,--ply them fast,--and spare not a cur in the kennel!"

They made no answer, spake not a word. Stolidly, grimly they gazed at
him under their morions; they knew their duty, and he knew them. Once
more he turned to the fight.

"To the sanctuaries!" he shouted, to the cavaliers. "We have come for
the false gods: let us at them. Charge, gentlemen, Christ with us!
Forward all!"

Back came their response, "Forward! _Christo y Santiago!_"

They advanced their shields suddenly; the play of their swords
redoubled; the weapons in front of them splintered like reeds; war-cries
half uttered turned to screams; under foot blood ran like water, and
feathered panoply and fallen men, dying and dead, blotted out the
pavement. Surprised, bewildered, baffled, the bravest of the infidels
perished; the rest gave way or were pushed helplessly back; and the
dismay thus excited rose to panic when the bowmen and arquebusiers
joined in the combat. A horrible confusion ensued. Hundreds threw away
their arms, and ran wildly around the _azoteas_; some flung themselves
from the height; some climbed the sanctuaries; some took to piteous
imploration of the doomed idols; others, in blind fury, rushed
empty-handed upon the dripping swords.

Steadily, as a good craft divides the current and its eddies, Cortes
made way to the sanctuaries, impatient to possess the idols, that, at
one blow, he might crush the faith they represented, after which he made
no doubt of the submission of the nations in arms. A rare faculty that
which, in the heat of battle, can weave webs of policy, and in the
mind's eye trace out lines of wise conduct.

When, at last, the end was nigh, such of the pabas as survived withdrew
themselves from the delirious mob, and assembled around the sacrificial
stones. Some of them were wounded; on many the black gowns hung in
shreds; all of them had one purpose more, usually the last to linger in
an enthusiast's heart. There, where they had witnessed so many
sacrifices, and, in eager observance of auguries, overlooked or savagely
enjoyed the agony of the victims, they came themselves to die,--there
the sword found them; and from their brave, patient death we may learn
that Satan hath had his martyrs as well as Christ.

About the same time another body collected in the space before the
presence chamber of Huitzil'. They were the surviving caciques, with Io'
in their midst. Having borne him out of the fray, they now took up a
last position to defend him and the gods.

Upon them also the battle had laid a heavy hand; most of them were hurt
and bleeding; of their beautiful regalia only fragments remained; some
were without arms of any kind, some bore headless javelins or spears; a
few had _maquahuitls_. Not a word was spoken: they, too, had come to
die, and the pride of their race forbade repining.

They saw the last of the pabas fall; then the rapacious swords, to
complete the work, came to them. In the front strode Cortes. His armor
shone brightly, and his shield, though spotted with blood, was as a
mirror from which the sun's rays shot, like darts, into the eyes of the
infidels attracted by its brightness.

Suddenly, three warriors, unarmed, rushed upon him; his sword passed
through one of them; the others caught him in their arms. So quick, so
bold and desperate was the action that, before he could resist or his
captains help him, he was lifted from his feet and borne away.

"Help, gentlemen! Rescue!" he cried.

Forward sprang Sandoval, forward Alvarado, forward the whole line. The
caciques interposed themselves. Played the swords then never so fast and
deadly,--still the wall of men endured.

Cortes with all his armor was a cumbrous burthen; yet the warriors bore
him swiftly toward the verge of the _azoteas_. No doubt of their
purpose: fair and stately were the halls awaiting them in the Sun, if
they but took the leap with him! He struggled for life, and called on
the saints, and vowed vows; at the last moment, one of them stumbled and
fell; thereupon he broke away, regained his feet, and slew them both.

In the door of the sanctuary of Huitzil', meantime, Io' stood, biding
the sure result of the unequal struggle. Again and again he had striven
to get to the enemy; but the devoted caciques closed their circle
against him as compactly as against them. Nearer shone the resistless
blades,--nearer the inevitable death. The rumble and roar of the drum
poured from the chamber in mighty throbs; at times he caught glimpses of
the _azoteas_ strewn with bloody wreck; a sense of the greatness of the
calamity seized him, followed by the sullen calm which, in brave men
dying, is more an accusation of fate than courage, resignation, or
despair; upon his faculties came a mist; he shouted the old war-cry of
the 'tzin, and scarcely heard himself; the loves and hopes that had made
his young life beautiful seemed to rise up and fly away, not in the
air-line of birds, but with the slow, eccentric flight of star-winged
butterflies; then the light faded and the sky darkened; he reeled and
staggered, but while falling, felt himself drawn into the presence
chamber, and looking up saw the face of the _teotuctli_, and heard the
words, "I loved your father, and he loved the god, who may yet save us.
Come, come!" The loving hands took off his warlike trappings, and
covering him with the frock of a paba set him on the step of the altar
at the feet of the god; then the darkness became perfect, and he knew no
more.

Directly there was a great shout within the chamber, blent with the
clang of armor and iron-shod feet; the _teotuctli_ turned, and
confronted Olmedo, with Cortes and the cavaliers.

The Christian priest dropped his lance to the floor, threw back his
cowl, raised his visor, and pointing to the crucifix gazed proudly into
the face of the infidel pontiff, who answered with a look high and
scornful, as became the first and last servant of a god so lately the
ruler of the universe. And while they faced each other, the beating of
the drum ceased, and the clamor stilled, until nothing was heard but the
breathing of the conquerors, tired with slaughter.

Then Cortes said,--

"Glory to Christ, whose victory this is! Thou, father, art his priest,
let thy will be done. Speak!"

Olmedo turned to that quarter of the chamber where, by permission of
Montezuma, a Christian shrine and cross had been erected: shrine and
cross were gone! Answered he then,--

"The despoiler hath done his work. Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.
Take this man," pointing to the _teotuctli_, "and bind him, and lead him
hence."

Alvarado stepped forward, and took off the massive silver chain which he
habitually wore twice encircling his neck, and falling down low over his
breast-plate; with it he bound the wrists of the prisoner, who once, and
once only, cast an appealing glance up to the stony face of the idol. As
they started to lead him off, his eyes fell upon Io'; by a sign and look
of pity, he directed their attention to the boy.

"He is not dead," said Sandoval, after examination.

"Take him hence, also," Olmedo ordered. "At leisure to-morrow we can
learn what importance he hath."

Hardly were the captives out when the chamber became a scene of wild
iconoclasm. The smoking censers were overthrown; the sculpturings on the
walls were defaced; the altar was rifled of the rich accumulation of
gifts; fagots snatched from the undying fires in front of the
sanctuaries were applied to the carved and gilded wood-work; and amid
the smoke, and with shouting and laughter and the noisy abandon of
school-boys at play, the zealots despoiled the gigantic image of its
ornaments and treasure,--of the bow and golden arrows in its hands; the
feathers of humming birds on its left foot; the necklace of gold and
silver hearts; the serpent enfolding its waist in coils glistening with
pearls and precious stones. A hundred hands then pushed the monster from
its sitting-place, and rolled it out of the door, and finally off the
_azoteas_. Tezca' shared the same fate. The greedy flames mounted to the
towers, and soon not a trace of the ages of horrible worship remained,
except the smoking walls of the ruined sanctuaries.

Down from the heights marched the victors; into the palace they marched;
and not a hand was raised against them on the way; the streets were
almost deserted.

"_Bien!_" said Cortes, as he dismounted once more in front of his
quarters. "_Muy bien!_ We have their king and chief-priests; we have
burned their churches, disgraced their gods, and slain their nobles by
the thousand. The war is over, gentlemen; let us to our couches. Welcome
rest! welcome peace!"

And the weary army, accepting his words as verity, went to rest, though
the sun flamed in the brassy sky; but rest there was not; ere dreams
could follow slumber, the trumpets sounded, and the battle was on again,
fiercer than ever.

The sun set, and the night came; then the companies thought to rest;
but Cortes, made tireless by rage, went out after them, and burned a
vast district of houses.

And the flames so filled the sky with brilliance that the sun seemed to
have stood still just below the horizon.

During the lurid twilight, Olmedo laid away, in shallow graves dug for
them in the palace-garden, more than fifty Christians, of whom six and
forty perished on the temple and its terraces.

FOOTNOTES:

[49] Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

CHAPTER XII.

IN THE INTERVAL OF THE BATTLE--LOVE.

The _chinampa_, at its anchorage, swung lightly, like an Indian cradle
pendulous in the air. Over it stooped the night, its wings of darkness
brilliant with the plumage of stars. The fire in the city kindled by
Cortes still fitfully reddened the horizon in that direction,--a direful
answer to those who, remembering the sweetness of peace in the beautiful
valley, prayed for its return with the morning.

Yeteve, in the hammock, had lulled herself into the sleep of dreams;
while, in the canoe, Hualpa and the oarsmen slept the sleep of the
warrior and laborer,--the sleep too deep for dreams. Only Tula and the
'tzin kept vigils.

Just outside the canopy, in sight of the meridian stars, and where the
night winds came sighing through the thicket of flowers, a _petate_ had
been spread for them; and now she listened, while he, lying at length,
his head in her lap, talked of the sorrowful time that had befallen.

He told her of the _mantas_, and their destruction; of how Hualpa had
made way to the presence of Nenetzin, and how she had saved his life;
and as the narrative went on, the listener's head drooped low over the
speaker's face, and there were sighs and tears which might have been
apportioned between the lost sister and the unhappy lover; he told of
the attack upon the palace, and of the fall of Iztlil', and how, when
the victory was won, Malinche flung the gods from the temple, and so
terrified the companies that they fled.

"Then, O Tula, my hopes fell down. A people without gods, broken in
spirit, and with duty divided between two kings, are but grass to be
trodden. And Io',--so young, so brave, so faithful--"

He paused, and there was a long silence, devoted to the prince's memory.
Then he resumed,--

"In looking out over the lake, you may have noticed that the city has
been girdled with men in canoes,--an army, indeed, unaffected by the
awful spectacle of the overthrow of the gods. I brought them up, and in
their places sent the companies that had failed me. So, as the sun went
down, I was able to pour fresh thousands upon Malinche. How I rejoiced
to see them pass the wall with Hualpa, and grapple with the strangers!
All my hopes came back again. That the enemy fought feebly was not a
fancy. Watching, wounds, battle, and care have wrought upon them. They
are wasting away. A little longer,--two days,--a day even,--patience,
sweetheart, patience!"

There was silence again,--the golden silence of lovers, under the stars,
hand-in-hand, dreaming.

The 'tzin broke the spell to say, in lower tones and with longer
intervals,--

"Men must worship, O Tula, and there can be no worship without faith. So
I had next to renew the sacred fire and restore the gods. The first was
easy: I had only to start a flame from the embers of the sanctuaries;
the fire that burned them was borrowed from that kept immemorially on
the old altars. The next duty was harder. The images were not of
themselves more estimable than other stones; neither were the jewels
that adorned them more precious than others of the same kind: their
sanctity was from faith alone. The art of arts is to evoke the faith of
men: make me, O sweetheart, make me master of that art, and, as the
least of possibilities, I will make gods of things least godly. In the
places where they had fallen, at the foot of the temple, I set the
images up, and gave each an altar, with censers, holy fire, and all the
furniture of worship. By and by, they shall be raised again to the
_azoteas_; and when we renew the empire, we will build for them
sanctuaries richer even than those of Cholula. If the faith of our
people demand more, then--"

He hesitated.

"Then, what?" she asked.

He shuddered, and said lower than ever, "I will unseal the caverns of
Quetzal', and,--more I cannot answer now."

The influence of Mualox was upon him yet.

"And if that fail?" she persisted.

Not until the stars at the time overhead had passed and been succeeded
by others as lustrous, did he answer,--

"And if that fail? Then we will build a temple,--one without images,--a
temple to the One Supreme God. So, O Tula, shall the prophecy of the
king, your father, be fulfilled in our day."

And with that up sprang a breeze of summery warmth, lingering awhile to
wanton with the tresses of the willow, and swing the flowery island half
round the circle of its anchorage; and from the soothing hand on his
forehead, or the reposeful motion of the _chinampa_, the languor of
sleep stole upon his senses; yet recollection of the battle and its
cares was hard to be put away:--

"I should have told you," he said, in a vanishing voice, "that when the
companies abandoned us, I went first to see our uncle, the lord
Cuitlahua. The guards at the door refused me admittance; the king was
sick, they said."

A tremor shook the hand on his forehead, and larger grew the great eyes
bending over him.

"Did they say of what he was sick?" she asked.

"Of the plague."

"And what is that?"

"Death," he answered, and next moment fell asleep.

Over her heart, to hush the loudness of its beating, she clasped her
hands; for out of the chamber of the almost forgotten, actual as in
life, stalked Mualox, the paba, saying, as once on the temple he said,
"You shall be queen in your father's palace." She saw his beard of
fleecy white, and his eyes of mystery, and asked herself again and
again, "Was he indeed a prophet?"

And the loving child and faithful subject strove hard to hide from the
alluring promise, for in its way she descried two living kings, her
father and her uncle; but it sought her continually, and found her, and
at last held her as a dream holds a sleeper,--held her until the stars
heralded the dawn, and the 'tzin awoke to go back to the city, back to
the battle,--from love to battle.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

"Leave the city, now so nearly won! Surely, father, surely thou dost
jest with me!"

So Cortes said as he sat in his chamber, resting his arm on the table,
the while Olmedo poured cold water on his wounded hand.

The father answered without lifting his face,--

"Go, I say, that we may come back assured of holding what we have won."

"Sayest thou so,--thou! By my conscience, here are honor, glory, empire!
Abandon them, and the treasure, a part of which, as thou knowest, I have
already accounted to his Majesty? No, no; not yet, father! I
cannot--though thou may'st--forget what Velasquez and my enemies, the
velveted minions of the court, would say."

"Then it is as I feared," said Olmedo, suspending his work, and tossing
his hood farther back on his shoulders. "It is as I feared. The good
judgment which hath led us so far so well, and given riches to those who
care for riches, and planted the Cross over so many heathen temples is,
at last, at fault."

The father's manner was solemn and reproachful. Cortes turned to him
inquiringly.

"Señor, thou knowest I may be trusted. Heed me. I speak for Christ's
sake," continued Olmedo. "Leave the city we must. There is not corn for
two days more; the army is worn down with wounds and watching; scarcely
canst thou thyself hold an axe; the men of Narvaez are mutineers; the
garden is full of graves, and it hath been said of me that, for want of
time, I have shorn the burial service of essential Catholic rites. And
the enemy, Señor, the legions that broke through the wall last evening,
were new tribes for the first time in battle. Of what effect on them
were yesterday's defeats? The gods tumbled from the temple have their
altars and worship already. Thou may'st see them from the central
turret."

The good man was interrupted. Sandoval appeared at the door.

"Come," said Cortes, impatiently.

The captain advanced to the table, and saluting, said, in his calm,
straightforward way,--

"The store for the horses is out; we fed them to-night from the rations
of the men. I gave Motilla half of mine, and yet she is hungry."

At these words, the hand Olmedo was nursing closed, despite its wound,
as upon a sword-hilt, vice-like, and up the master arose, brow and cheek
gray as if powdered with ashes, and began to walk the floor furiously;
at last he stopped abruptly:--

"Sandoval, go bid the captains come. I would have their opinions as to
what we should do. Omit none of them. Those who say nothing may be
witnesses hereafter."

The order was given quietly, with a smile even. A moment the captain
studied his leader's face, and I would not say he did not understand the
meaning of the simple words; for of him Cortes afterwards said, "He is
fit to command great armies."

Cortes sat down, and held out the hand for Olmedo's ministrations; but
the father touched him caressingly, and said, when Sandoval was gone,--

"I commend thee, son, with all my soul. Men are never so much on trial
as when they stand face to face with necessity; the weak fight it, and
fall; the wise accept it as a servant. So do thou now."

Cortes' countenance became chill and sullen. "I cannot see the
necessity--"

"Good!" exclaimed Olmedo. "Whatsoever thou dost, hold fast to that. The
captains will tell thee otherwise, but--"

"What?" asked Cortes, with a sneer. "The treasure is vast,--a million
_pesos_ or more. Dost thou believe they will go and leave it?"

But Olmedo was intent upon his own thought.

"_Mira!_" he said. "If the captains say there is a necessity, do thou
put in thy denial; stand on thy opinion boldly; and when thou givest up,
at last, yield thee to that other necessity, the demand of the army. And
so--"

"And so," Cortes said with a smile, which was also a sneer, "and so thou
wouldst make a servant of one necessity by invoking another."

"Yes; another which may be admitted without danger or dishonor. Thou
hast the idea, my son."

"So be it, so be it,--_aguardamonos!_"

Thereupon Cortes retired within himself, and the father began again to
nurse the wounded hand.

And by and by the chamber was filled with captains, soldiers, and
caciques, whose persons, darkly visible in the murky light, testified to
the severity of the situation: rusted armor, ragged apparel, faded
trappings, bandaged limbs, countenances heavy with anxiety, or knit hard
by suffering,--such were the evidences.

In good time Cortes arose.

"_Ola_, my friends," he said, bluntly. "I have heard that there are
among ye many who think the time come to give the city, and all we have
taken, back to the infidels. I have sent for ye that I may know the
truth. As the matter concerneth interests of our royal master aside from
his dominion,--property, for example,--the Secretary Duero will make
note of all that passeth. Let him come forward and take place here."

The secretary seated himself by the table with manuscript and pen.

"Now, gentlemen, begin."

So saying, the chief dropped back into his seat, and held the sore hand
to Olmedo for further care,--never speech more bluff, never face more
calm. For a time, nothing was heard but the silvery tinkle of the
falling water. At length one was found sturdy enough to speak; others
followed him; and, at last, when the opinion was taken, not a voice said
stay; on the contrary, the clamor to go was, by some, indecently loud.

Cortes then stood up.

"The opinion is all one way. Hast thou so written, Señor Duero?"

The secretary bowed.

"Then write again,--write that I, Hernan Cortes, to this retreat said,
No; write that, if I yield my judgment, it is not to any necessity of
which we have heard as coming from the enemy, but to the demand of my
people. Hast thou so written?"

The secretary nodded.

"Write again, that upon this demand I ordered Alonzo Avila and Gonzalo
Mexia to take account of all the treasure belonging to our master, the
most Christian king; with leave to the soldiers, when the total hath
been perfected and the retreat made ready, to help themselves from the
balance, as each one may wish. Those gentlemen will see that their task
be concluded by noon to-morrow. Hast written, Duero?"

"Word for word," answered the secretary.

"Very well. And now,"--Cortes raised his head, and spoke loudly,--"and
now, rest and sleep who can. This business is bad. Get ye gone!"

And when they were alone, he said to Olmedo,--

"I have done ill--"

"Nay," said the father, smiling, "thou hast done well."

"_Bastante_,--we shall see. Never had knaves such need of all their
strength as when this retreat is begun; yet of what account will they be
when loaded down with the gold they cannot consent to leave behind?"

"Why then the permission?" asked the father.

Cortes smiled blandly,--

"If I cannot make them friends, by my conscience! I can at least seal
their mouths in the day of my calamity."

Then bowing his head, he added,--

"Thy benediction, father."

The blessing was given.

"Amen!" said Cortes.

And the priest departed; but the steps of the iron-hearted soldier were
heard long after,--not quick and determined as usual, but slow and
measured, and with many and long pauses between. So ambition walks when
marshalling its resources; so walks a heroic soul at war with itself and
fortune! He flung himself upon his couch at last, saying,--

"In my quiver there are two bolts left. The saints help me! I will speed
them first."

CHAPTER XIV.

THE KING BEFORE HIS PEOPLE AGAIN.

Guatamozin's call at the royal palace to see the king, Cuitlahua, had
not been without result. When told that the monarch was too sick of the
plague to be seen, he called for the officer who had charge of the
accounts of tribute received for the royal support.

"Show me," said the 'tzin, "how much corn was delivered to Montezuma for
Malinche."

A package of folded _aguave_ leaves was brought and laid at the
accountant's feet. In a moment he took out a leaf well covered with
picture-writing, and gave it to the 'tzin, who, after study, said to a
cacique in waiting, "Bring me one of the couriers," and to another,
"Bring me wherewith to write."

When the latter was brought, he sat down, and dipping a brush into a
vessel of liquid color, drew upon a clear, yellow-tinted leaf a picture
of a mother duck leading her brood from the shore into the water; by way
of signature, he appended in one corner the figure of an owl in flight.
On five other sheets he repeated the writing; then the missives were
given each to a separate courier with verbal directions for their
delivery.

When he left the palace, the 'tzin laid his hand upon Hualpa's shoulder,
and said, joyfully,--

"Better than I thought, O comrade. Malinche has corn for one day only!"

The blood quickened in Hualpa's heart, as he asked,--"Then the end is
near?"

"To-morrow, or the next day," said the 'tzin.

"But Montezuma is generous,--"

"Can he give what he has not? To-night there will be delivered for his
use and that of his household, whom I have had numbered for the purpose,
provisions for one day, not more."

"Then it is so! Praised be the gods! and you, O my master, wiser than
other men!" cried Hualpa, with upraised face, and a gladness which was
of youth again, and love so blind that he saw Nenetzin,--not the
stars,--and so deaf that he heard not the other words of the 'tzin,--

"The couriers bear my orders to bring up all the armies. And they will
be here in the morning."

* * * * *

In the depth of the night, while Cortes lay restlessly dreaming, his
sentinels on the palace were attracted by music apparently from every
quarter; at first, so mellowed by distance as to seem like the night
singing to itself; afterwhile, swollen into the familiar dissonant
minstrelsy of conch and atabal, mixed with chanting of many voices.

"O ho!" shouted the outliers on the neighboring houses, "O ho, accursed
strangers! Think no more of conquest,--not even of escape; think only of
death by sacrifice! If you are indeed _teules_, the night, though
deepened by the smoke of our burning houses, cannot hinder you from
seeing the children of Anahuac coming in answer to the call of Huitzil'.
If you are men, open wide your ears that you may hear their paddles on
the lake and their tramp on the causeway. O victims! one day more,
then,--the sacrifice!"

Even the Christians, leaning on their lances, and listening, felt the
heaviness of heart which is all of fear the brave can know, and crossed
themselves, and repeated such pater nosters as they could recollect.

And so it was. The reserve armies which had been reposing in the vales
behind Chapultepec all marched to the city; and the noise of their
shouting, drumming, and trumpeting, when they arrived and began to
occupy its thoroughfares and strong places, was like the roar of the
sea.

To the garrison, under arms meantime, and suffering from the influence
of all they heard, the dawn was a long time coming; but at last the sun
came, and poured its full light over the leaguered palace and courtly
precincts.

But the foemen stood idly looking at each other; for in the night,
Cortes, on his side, had made preparations for peace. Two caciques went
from him to the king Cuitlahua, proposing a parley; and the king replied
that he would come in the morning, and hear what he had to say. So there
was truce as well as sunshine.

"Tell me truly, Don Pedro,--as thou art a gentleman, tell me,--didst
thou ever see a sight like this?"

Whereupon, Alvarado, who, with others, was leaning against the parapet
which formed part of the battlements of the eastern gate of the palace,
looked again, and critically, over that portion of the square visible
from his position, and replied,--"I will answer truly and lovingly as
if thou wert my little princess yonder in the _patio_. Sight like this I
never saw, and"--he added, with a quizzical smile--"never care to see
again."

Orteguilla persisted,--

"Nay, didst thou ever see anything that surpassed it?"

Once more Alvarado surveyed the scene,--of men a myriad, in the streets
rank upon rank; so on the houses and temple,--everywhere the glinting of
arms, and the brown faces of warriors glistening above their glistening
shields; everywhere _escaupiles_ of flaming red, and banners; everywhere
the ineffable beauty and splendor of royal war. The good captain
withdrew his enamoured gaze slowly:--

"No, never!" he said.

Even he, the prince of gibes and strange oaths, forgot his tricks in
presence of the pageant.

While the foemen looked at each other so idly, up the beautiful street
came heralds announcing Cuitlahua. Soon his palanquin, attended by a
great retinue of nobles, was brought and set down in front of the
eastern gate of the palace. Upon its appearance, the people knelt, and
touched the ground with their palms. Then there was a blare of Christian
trumpets, and Cortes, with Olmedo and Marina, came upon the turret.

The heralds waved their silver wands: the hush became absolute; then the
curtains of the palanquin were rolled away, and the king turned his head
languidly, and looked up to Cortes, who raised his visor, and looked
down on him; and in the style of a conqueror demanded peace and quick
return to obedience.

"If thou dost not," he said, "I will make thy city a ruin."

The shrill voice of Marina, interpreting, flew wide over the space, so
peopled, yet so still; at the last word, there was a mighty stir, but
the heralds waved their wands, and the hush came back.

On Cuitlahua's face the pallor of sickness gave place to a flush of
anger; he sat up, and signed to Guatamozin, and upon his shoulder laid
his hand trustingly, saying,--

"My son, lend me your voice; answer."

The 'tzin, unmindful that the breath he drew upon his cheek was the
breath of the plague, put his arm around the king, and said, so as to be
heard to the temple's top,--

"The king Cuitlahua answers for himself and his people. Give ear, O
Malinche! You have desolated our temples, and broken the images of our
gods; the smoke of our city offends the sky; your swords are
terrible,--many have fallen before them, and many more will fall; yet we
are content to exchange in death a thousand of ours for one of yours.
Behold how many of us are left; then count your losses, and know that
you cannot escape. Two suns shall not pass, until, amidst our plenty, we
shall laugh to see you sick from hunger. For further answer, O Malinche,
as becomes the king of his people, Cuitlahua gives you the war-cry of
his fathers."

The 'tzin withdrew his arm, and snatching the green _panache_ from the
palanquin, whirled it overhead, crying, "Up, up, Tlateloco! Up,
Tlateloco!"

At sight of the long feathers streaming over the group, like a banner,
the multitude sprang to foot, and with horrible clamor and a tempest of
missiles drove the Christians from the turret.

And of the two bolts in Cortes' quiver, such was the speeding of the
FIRST ONE!

* * * * *

An hour passed,--an hour of battle without and dispute within the
palace.

To Cortes in his chamber then came Orteguilla, reporting.

"I gave the king the message, Señor; and he bade me tell thee thy
purpose is too late. He will not come."

The passion-vein[50] on Cortes' neck and forehead rose, and stood out
like a purple cord.

"The heathen dog!" he cried. "Will not! He is a slave, and shall come.
By the holy blood of Christ, he shall come, or die!"

Then Olmedo spoke,--

"If thou wilt hear, Señor, Montezuma affects me and the good Captain Oli
tenderly; suffer us to go to him, and see what we can do."

"So be it, so be it! If thou canst bring him, in God's name, go. If he
refuse, then--I have sworn! Hearken to the hell's roar without! Let me
have report quickly. I will wait thee here. Begone!"

Olmedo started. Cortes caught his sleeve, and looked at him fixedly.

"_Mira!_" he said, in a whisper. "As thou lovest me do this work well.
If he fail--if he fail--"

"Well?" said Olmedo, in the same tone.

"Then--then get thee to prayers! Go."

The audience chamber whither Oli and the priest betook themselves, with
Orteguilla to interpret, was crowded with courtiers, who made way for
them to the dais upon which Montezuma sat. They kissed his hand, and
declining the invitation to be seated began their mission.

"Good king," said the father, "we bring thee a message from Malinche;
and as its object is to stay the bloody battle which is so grievous to
us all, and the slaughter which must otherwise go on, we pray thy pardon
if we make haste to speak."

The monarch's face chilled, and drawing his mantle close he said,
coldly,--

"I am listening."

Olmedo proceeded,--

"The Señor Hernan commiserates the hard lot which compels thee to listen
here to the struggle which hath lasted so many days, and always with the
same result,--the wasting of thy people. The contest hath become a
rebellion against thee as well as against his sovereign and thine.
Finally there will be no one left to govern,--nothing, indeed, but an
empty valley and a naked lake. In pity for the multitude, he is disposed
to help save them from their false leaders. He hath sent us, therefore,
to ask thee to join him in one more effort to that end."

"Said he how I could help him?" asked the king.

"Come and speak to the people, and disperse them, as once before thou
didst. And to strengthen thy words, and as his part of the trial, he
saith thou mayst pledge him to leave the city as soon as the way is
open. Only let there be no delay. He is in waiting to go with thee, good
king."

The monarch listened intently.

"Too late, too late!" he cried. "The ears of my people are turned from
me. I am king in name and form only; the power is another's. I am
lost,--so is Malinche. I will not go. Tell him so."

There was a stir in the chamber, and a groan from the bystanders; but
the messengers remained looking at the poor king, as at one who had
rashly taken a fatal vow.

"Why do you stay?" he continued, with a glowing face. "What more have I
to do with Malinche? See the state to which my serving him has already
reduced me."

"Remember thy people!" said Olmedo, solemnly.

Flashed the monarch's eyes as he answered,--

"My brave people! I hear them now. They are in arms to save themselves;
and they will not believe me or the promises of Malinche. I have
spoken."

Then Oli moved a step toward the dais, and kissing the royal hand, said,
with suffused eyes,--

"Thou knowest I love thee, O king; and I say, _if thou carest for
thyself_, go."

Something there was in the words, in the utterance, probably, that drew
the monarch's attention; leaning forward, he studied the cavalier
curiously; over his face the while came the look of a man suddenly
called by his fate. His lips parted, his eyes fixed; and but that battle
has voices which only the dead may refuse to hear his spirit would have
drifted off into unseemly reverie. Recalling himself with an effort, he
arose, and said, half-smiling,--

"A man, much less a king, is unfit to live when his friends think to
move him from his resolve by appeals to his fears." And rising, and
drawing himself to his full stature, he added, so as to be heard
throughout the chamber, "Very soon, if not now, you will understand me
when I say I do not care for myself. I desire to die. Go, my friends,
and tell Malinche that I will do as he asks, and straightway."

Oli and Olmedo kissed his hands, and withdrew; whereupon he calmly gave
his orders.

Very soon the 'tzin, who was directing the battle from a point near the
gate of the _coatapantli_, saw a warrior appear on the turret so lately
occupied by Cortes, and wave a royal _panache_. He raised his shield
overhead at once, and held it there until on his side the combat ceased.
The Christians, glad of a breathing spell, quit almost as soon. All eyes
then turned to the turret; even the combatants who had been fighting
hand to hand across the crest of the parapet, ventured to look that way,
when, according to the usage of the infidel court, the heralds came, and
to the four quarters of the earth waved their silver wands.

Too well the 'tzin divined the meaning of the ceremony. "Peace," he
seemed to hear, and then, "Lover of Anahuac, servant of the
gods,--choose now between king and country. Now or never!" The ecstasy
of battle fled from him; his will became infirm as a child's. In the
space between him and the turret the smoke of the guns curled and
writhed sensuously, each moment growing fainter and weaker, as did the
great purpose to which he thought he had steeled himself. When he
brought the shield down, his face was that of a man whom long sickness
had laid close to the gates of death. Then came the image of Tula, and
then the royal permission to do what the gods enjoined,--nay, more than
permission, a charge which left the deed to his hand, that there might
be no lingering amongst the strangers. "O sweetheart!" he said, to
himself, "if this duty leave me stainless, whom may I thank but you!"

Then he spoke to Hualpa, though with a choking voice,--

"The king is coming. I must go and meet him. Get my bow, and stand by me
with an arrow in place for instant use."

Hualpa moved away slowly, watching the 'tzin; then he returned, and
asked, in a manner as full of meaning as the words themselves,--

"Is there not great need that the arrow should be very true?"

The master's eyes met his as he answered, "Yes; be careful."

Yet the hunter stayed.

"O 'tzin," he said, "his blood is not in my veins. He is only my
benefactor. Your days are not numbered, like mine, and as yet you are
blameless; for the sake of the peace that makes life sweet, I pray you
let my hand do this service."

And the 'tzin took his hand, and replied, fervently,--

"There is nothing so precious as the sight that is quick to see the
sorrows of others, unless it be the heart that hurries to help them.
After this, I may never doubt your love; but the duty is mine,--made so
by the gods,--and he has asked it of me. Lo, the heralds appear!"

"He has asked it of you! that is enough," and Hualpa stayed no longer.

Upon the turret the carpet was spread and the canopy set up, and forth
came a throng of cavaliers and infidel lords, the latter splendidly
bedight; then appeared Montezuma and Cortes.

As the king moved forward a cry, blent of all feelings,--love, fear,
admiration, hate, reverence,--burst from the great audience; after which
only Guatamozin and Hualpa, in front of the gate, were left standing.

And such splendor flashed from the monarch's person, from his sandals of
gold, tunic of feathers, _tilmatli_ of white, and _copilli_[51]
inestimably jeweled; from his face and mien issued such majesty that,
after the stormy salutation, the multitude became of the place a part,
motionless as the stones, the dead not more silent.

With his hands crossed upon his breast he stood awhile, seeing and being
seen, and all things waited for him to speak; even the air seemed
waiting, it was so very hushed. He looked to the sky, flecked with
unhallowed smoke; to the sun, whose heaven, just behind the curtain of
brightness, was nearer to him than ever before; to the temple, place of
many a royal ceremony, his own coronation the grandest of all; to the
city, beautiful in its despoilment; to the people, for whom, though they
knew it not, he had come to die; at last his gaze settled upon
Guatamozin, and as their eyes met, he smiled; then shaking the
_tilmatli_ from his shoulder, he raised his head, and said, in a voice
from which all weakness was gone, his manner never so kingly,--

"I know, O my people, that you took up arms to set me free, and that was
right; but how often since then have I told you that I am not a
prisoner; that the strangers are my guests; that I am free to leave them
when I please, and that I live with them because I love them?"

As in a calm a wind sometimes blows down, and breaks the placid surface
of a lake into countless ripples, driving them hither and thither in
sparkling confusion, these words fell upon the listening mass; a yell of
anger rose, and from the temple descended bitter reproaches.

Yet the 'tzin was steady; and when the outcry ended, the king went on,--

"I am told your excuse now is, that you want to drive my friends from
the city. My children, here stands Malinche himself. He hears me say for
him that, if you will open the way, he and all with him will leave of
their own will."

Again the people broke out in revilements, but the monarch waved his
hand angrily, and said,--

"As I am yet your king, I bid you lay down your arms--"

Then the 'tzin took the ready bow from Hualpa; full to the ear he drew
the arrow. Steady the arm, strong the hand,--an instant, and the deed
was done! In the purple shadow of the canopy, amidst his pomp of
royalty, Montezuma fell down, covered, when too late, by a score of
Christian shields. Around him at the same time fell a shower of stones
from the temple.

Then, with a shout of terror, the companies arose as at a word and fled,
and, panic-blind, tossed the 'tzin here and there, and finally left him
alone in the square with Hualpa.

"All is lost!" said the latter, disconsolately.

"Lost!" said the 'tzin. "On the temple yonder lies Malinche's last hope.
No need now to assail the palace. When the king comes out, hunger will
go in and fight for us."

"But the people,--where are they?"

The 'tzin raised his hand and pointed to the palace,--

"So the strangers have asked. See!"

Hualpa turned, and saw the gate open and the cavaliers begin to ride
forth.

"Go they this way, or yon," continued the 'tzin, "they will find the
same answer. Five armies hold the city; a sixth keeps the lake."

Down the beautiful street the Christians rode unchallenged until they
came to the first canal. While restoring the bridge there, they heard
the clamor of an army, and lo! out of the gardens, houses, and temples,
far as the vision reached, the infidels poured and blocked the way.

Then the cavaliers rode back, and took the way to Tlacopan. There, too,
the first canal was bridgeless; and as they stood looking across the
chasm, they heard the same clamor and beheld the same martial
apparition.

Once more they rode, this time up the street toward the northern dike,
and with the same result.

"_Ola_, father!" said Cortes, returned to the palace, "we may not stay
here after to-morrow."

"Amen!" cried Olmedo.

"Look thou to the sick and wounded; such as can march or move, get them
ready."

"And the others?" asked the good man.

"Do for them what thou dost for the dying. Shrieve them!"

So saying, the Christian leader sank on his seat, and gave himself to
sombre thought.

He had sped his _second and_--LAST BOLT!

The rest of the day was spent in preparation for retreat.

CHAPTER XV.

THE DEATH OF MONTEZUMA.

Again Martin Lopez had long conference with Cortes; after which, with
his assistant carpenters, he went to work, and, until evening time, the
echoes of the court-yard danced to the sounds of saw and hammer.

And while they worked, to Cortes came Avila and Mexia.

"What thou didst intrust to us, Señor, we have done. Here is a full
account of all the treasure, our royal master's included."

Cortes read the statement, then called his chamberlain, Christobal de
Guzman.

"Go thou, Don Christobal, and bring what is here reported into one
chamber, where it may be seen of all. And send hither the royal
secretaries, and Pedro Hernandez, my own clerk."

The secretaries came.

"Now, Señores Avila and Mexia, follow my chamberlain, and in his
presence and that of these gentlemen, take from the treasure the portion
belonging to his Majesty, the emperor. Of our wounded horses, then
choose ye eight, and of the Tlascalans, eighty, and load them with the
royal dividend, and what more they can carry; and have them always ready
to go. And as leaving anything of value where the infidels may be
profited is sinful, I direct,--and of this let all bear witness,
Hernandez for me, and the secretaries for his Majesty,--I direct, I say,
that ye set the remainder apart accessible to the soldiers, with leave
to each one of them to take therefrom as much as he may wish. Make note,
further, that what is possible to save all this treasure hath been
done. Write it, good gentlemen, write it; for if any one thinketh
differently, let him say what more I can do. I am waiting to hear.
Speak!"

No one spoke.

And while the division of the large plunder went on, and afterwards the
men scrambled for the remainder, Montezuma was dying.

In the night a messenger sought Cortes.

"Señor," he said, "the king hath something to ask of you. He will not
die comforted without seeing you."

"Die, say'st thou?" and Cortes arose hastily. "I had word that his hurts
were not deadly."

"If he die, Señor, it will be by his own hand. The stones wrought him
but bruises; and if he would let the bandages alone the arrow-cut would
shortly stop bleeding."

"Yes, yes," said Cortes. "Thou wouldst tell me that this barbarian,
merely from being long a king, hath a spirit of such exceeding fineness
that, though the arrow had not cut him deeper than thy dull rowel
marketh thy horse's flank, yet would he die. Where is he now?"

"In the audience chamber."

"_Bastante!_ I will see him. Tell him so."

Cortes stood fast, thinking.

"This man hath been useful to me; may not some profit be eked out of him
dead? So many saw him get his wounds, and so many will see him die of
them, that the manner of his taking off may not be denied. What if I
send his body out and indict his murderers? If I could take from them
the popular faith even, then--By my conscience, I will try the trick!"

And taking his sword and plumed hat and tossing a cloak over his
shoulder he sought the audience chamber.

There was no guard at the door. The little bells, as he threw aside the
curtains, greeted him accusingly. Within, all was shadow, except where
a flickering lamplight played over and around the dais; nevertheless, he
saw the floor covered with people, some prostrate, others on their knees
or crouching face down; and the grim speculator thought, as he passed
slowly on, Verily, this king must also have been a good man and a
generous.

The couch of the dying monarch was on the dais in the accustomed place
of the throne. At one side stood the ancients; at the other his queens
knelt, weeping. Nenetzin hid her face in his hand, and sobbed as if her
heart were breaking; she had been forgiven. Now and then Maxtla bent
over him to cleanse his face of the flowing blood. A group of cavaliers
were off a little way, silent witnesses; and as Cortes drew near,
Olmedo, who had been in prayer, extended toward the sufferer the ivory
cross worn usually at his girdle.

"O king," said the good man imploringly, "thou hast yet a moment of
life, which, I pray thee, waste not. Take this holy symbol upon thy
breast, cross thy hands upon it, and say after me: I believe in One God,
the Father Almighty, in our Lord Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of
God, and in the Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of Life. Then pray thou:
O God the Father of Heaven, O God the Son, Redeemer of the World, O God
the Holy Ghost, O Holy Trinity, One God, have mercy upon my soul! Do
these things, say these words, O king, and thou shalt live after thy
bones have gone to dust. Thou shalt live forever, eternally happy."

Courtiers and cavaliers, the queens, Nenetzin, even Cortes, watched the
monarch's waning face; never yet were people indifferent to the
issue--the old, old issue--of true god against false. Marina finished
the interpretation; then he raised his hand tremulously, and put the
holy sign away, saying,--

"I have but a moment to live, and will not desert the faith of my
fathers now."

A great sigh of relief broke from the infidels; the Christians
shuddered, and crossed themselves; then Cortes stepped to Olmedo's side.

"I received your message, and am here," said he, sternly. He had seen
the cross rejected.

The king turned his pale face, and fixed his glazing eyes upon the
conqueror; and such power was there in the look that the latter added,
with softening manner, "What I can do for thee I will do. I have always
been thy true friend."

"O Malinche, I hear you, and your words make dying easy," answered
Montezuma, smiling faintly.

With an effort he sought Cortes' hand, and looking at Acatlan and
Tecalco, continued,--

"Let me intrust these women and their children to you and your lord. Of
all that which was mine but now is yours,--lands, people,
empire,--enough to save them from want and shame were small indeed.
Promise me; in the hearing of all these, promise, Malinche."

Taint of anger was there no longer on the soul of the great Spaniard.

"Rest thee, good king!" he said, with feeling. "Thy queens and their
children shall be my wards. In the hearing of all these, I so swear."

The listener smiled again; his eyes closed, his hand fell down; and so
still was he that they began to think him dead. Suddenly he stirred, and
said faintly, but distinctly,--

"Nearer, uncles, nearer."

The old men bent over him, listening.

"A message to Guatamozin,--to whom I give my last thought as king. Say
to him, that this lingering in death is no fault of his; the aim was
true, but the arrow splintered upon leaving the bow. And lest the world
hold him to account for my blood, hear me say, all of you, that I bade
him do what he did. And in sign that I love him, take my sceptre, and
give it to him--"

The voice fell away, yet the lips moved; lower the ancients stooped,--

"Tula and the empire go with the sceptre," he murmured, and they were
his last words,--his will.

A wail from the women proclaimed him dead.

The unassoilzied great may not see heaven; they pass from life into
history, where, as in a silent sky, they shine for ever and ever. So the
light of the Indian King comes to us, a glow rather than a brilliance;
for, of all fates, his was the saddest. Better not to be than to become
the ornament of another's triumph. Alas for him whose death is an
immortal sorrow!

Out of the palace-gate in the early morning passed the lords of the
court in procession, carrying the remains of the monarch. The bier was
heavy with royal insignia; nothing of funeral circumstance was omitted;
honor to the dead was policy. At the same time the body was delivered,
Cortes indicted the murderers; the ancients through whom he spoke were
also the bearers of the dead king's last will; back to the bold
Spaniard, therefore, came the reply,--

"Cowards, who at the last moment beg for peace! you are not two suns
away from your own graves! Think only of them!"

And while Cortes was listening to the answer, the streets about the
palace filled with companies, and crumbling parapet and solid wall shook
under the shock of a new assault.

Then Cortes' spirit arose.

"Mount, gentlemen!" he cried. "The hounds come scrambling for the
scourge; shame on us, if we do not meet them. And hearken! The prisoners
report a plague in the city, of which the new king is dying, and
hundreds are sick. It is the small-pox."

"_Viva la viruela!_" shouted Alvarado.

The shout spread through the palace.

"Where God's curse is," continued Cortes, "Christians need not stay.
To-night we will go. To clear the way and make this day memorable let us
ride. Are ye ready?"

They answered joyously.

Again the gates were opened, and with a goodly following of infantry,
into the street they rode. Nothing withstood them; they passed the
canals by repairing the bridges or filling up the chasms; they rode the
whole length of the street until the causeway clear to Tlacopan was
visible. St. James fought at their head; even the Holy Mother stooped
from her high place, and threw handfuls of dust in the enemy's eyes.

In the heat of the struggle suddenly the companies fell back, and made
open space around the Christians; then came word that commissioners from
king Cuitlahua waited in the palace to treat of peace.

"The heathen is an animal!" said Cortes, unable to repress his
exultation. "To cure him of temper and win his love, there is nothing
like the scourge. Let us ride back, gentlemen."

In the court-yard stood four caciques, stately men in peaceful garb.
They touched the pavement with their palms.

"We are come to say, O Malinche, that the lord Cuitlahua, our king,
yields to your demand for peace. He prays you to give your terms to the
pabas whom you captured on the temple, that they may bring them to him
forthwith."

The holy men were brought from their cells, one leaning upon the other.
The instructions were given; then the two, with the stately
commissioners, were set without the gate, and Cortes and his army went
to rest, never so contented.

They waited and waited; but the envoys came not. When the sun went down,
they knew themselves deceived; and then there were sworn many full,
round, Christian oaths, none so full, so round, and so Christian as
Cortes'.

A canoe, meantime, bore Io' to Tula. In the quiet and perfumed shade of
the _chinampa_ he rested, and soothed the fever of his wound.

Meanwhile, also, a courier from the _teotuctli_ passed from temple to
temple; short the message, but portentous,--

"Blessed be Huitzil', and all the gods of our fathers! And, as he at
last saved his people, blessed be the memory of Montezuma! Purify the
altars, and make ready for the sacrifice, for to-morrow there will be
victims!"

FOOTNOTES:

[50] Bernal Diaz, Hist. de la Conq.

[51] The crown.

CHAPTER XVI.

ADIEU TO THE PALACE.

At sunset a cold wind blew from the north, followed by a cloud which
soon filled the valley with mist; soon the mist turned to rain; then the
rain turned to night, and the night to deepest blackness.

The Christians, thinking only of escape from the city, saw the change of
weather with sinking hearts. With one voice they had chosen the night as
most favorable for the movement, but they had in mind then a
semi-darkness warmed by south winds and brilliant with stars; not a time
like this so unexpectedly come upon them,--tempest added to gloom, icy
wind splashing the earth with icy water.

Under the walls the sentinels cowered shivering and listening and, as is
the habit of wanderers surrounded by discomforts and miseries, musing of
their homes so far away, and of the path thither; on the land so beset,
on the sea so viewless. Recalled to present duty, they saw nothing but
the fires of the nearest temple faintly iridescent, and heard only the
moans of the blast and the pattering of the rain, always so in harmony
with the spirit when it is oppressed by loneliness and danger.

Meantime, the final preparation for retreat went on with the
completeness of discipline.

About the close of the second watch of the night, Cortes, with his
personal attendants,--page, equerry, and secretaries,--left his chamber
and proceeded to the eastern gate, where he could best receive reports,
and assure himself, as the divisions filed past him, that the column was
formed as he had ordered. The superstructure of the gate offered him
shelter; but he stood out, bridle in hand, his back to the storm. There
he waited, grimly silent, absorbed in reflections gloomy as the night
itself.

Everything incident to the preparation which required light had been
done before the day expired; outside the house, therefore, there was not
a spark to betray the movement to the enemy; in fact, nothing to betray
it except the beat of horses' hoofs and the rumble of gun-carriages, and
they were nigh drowned by the tempest. If the saints would but help him
clear of the streets of the city, would help him to the causeway even,
without bringing the infidels upon him, sword and lance would win the
rest: so the leader prayed and trusted the while he waited.

"My son, is it thou?" asked a man, close at his side.

He turned quickly, and replied, "Father Bartolomé! Welcome! What dost
thou bring?"

"Report of the sick and wounded."

"I remember, I remember! Of all this bad business, by my conscience! no
part so troubled me as to say what should be done with them. At the last
moment thou wert good enough to take the task upon thyself. Speak: what
did thy judgment dictate? What did thy conscience permit?"

The good man arranged his hood, the better to shield his face from the
rain, and answered,--

"Of the Christians, all who are able will take their places in the line;
the very sick will be borne by Tlascalans; the litters are ready for
them."

"Very well," said Cortes.

"The Tlascalans--"

"_Cierto_, there the trouble began!" and Cortes laid his hand heavily on
the priest's shoulder. "Three hundred and more of them too weak to rise
from the straw, which yet hath not kept their bones from bruising the
stony floor! Good heart, what didst thou with them?"

"They are dead."

"Mother of God! Didst thou kill them?" Cortes griped the shoulder until
Olmedo groaned. "Didst thou kill them?"

The father shook himself loose, saying, "There is no blood on my hands.
The Holy Mother came to my help; and this was the way. Remembrance of
the love of Christ forbade the leaving one Christian behind; but the
heathen born had no such appeal; they must be left,--necessity said so.
I could not kill them. By priestly office, I could prepare them for
death; and so I went from man to man with holy formula and sacramental
wafer. The caciques were with me the while, and when I had concluded,
they spoke some words to the sufferers: then I saw what never Christian
saw before. Hardly wilt thou believe me, but, Señor, I beheld the poor
wretches, with smiles, bare their breasts, and the chiefs begin and
thrust their javelins into the hearts of all there lying."

An exclamation of horror burst from Cortes,--

"'Twas murder, murder! What didst thou?"

Olmedo replied quickly, "Trust me, my son, I rushed in, and stayed the
work until the victims themselves prayed the chiefs to go on. Not even
then did I give over my efforts,--not until they made me understand the
purpose of the butchery."

"And that? Haste thee, father. What thou tellest will stagger
Christendom!"

Again Cortes caught the priest's shoulder.

"Nay," said the latter, shrinking back, "thy hand is hard enough without
its glove of steel."

"Pardon, father; but,--"

"In good time, my son, in good time! What, but for thy impatience, I
would have said ere this is, that the object was to save the honor of
the tribe, and, by killing the unfortunates, rescue them from the gods
of their enemy. Accordingly, the bands who are first to enter the palace
to-night or to-morrow will find treasure,--much treasure as thou
knowest,--but not one victim."

The father spoke solemnly, for in the circumstance there was a strain of
pious exaltation that found an echo in his own devoted nature; greatly
was he shocked to hear Cortes laugh.

"_Valgame Dios!_" he cried, crossing himself; "the man blasphemes!"

"Blasphemes, saidst thou?" and Cortes checked himself. "May the saints
forget me forever, if I laughed at the tragedy thou wert telling! I
laughed at thy simplicity, father."

"Is this a time for jesting?" asked Olmedo.

"Good father," said Cortes, gravely, "the bands that take the palace
to-night or to-morrow will find no treasure,--not enough to buy a
Christmas ribbon for a country girl. Look now. I went to the
treasure-room a little while before coming here, and there I found the
varlets of Narvaez loading themselves with bars of silver and gold;
they had sacks and pouches belted to their waists and shoulders, and
were filling them to bursting. Possibly some gold-dust spilled on the
floor may remain for those who succeed us; but nothing more. Pray thou,
good priest, good friend, pray thou that the treasure be not found in
the road we travel to-night."

A body of men crossing the court-yard attracted Cortes; then four
horsemen approached, and stopped before him.

"Is it thou, Sandoval?" he asked.

"Yes, Señor."

"And Ordas, Lugo, and Tapia?"

"Here," they replied.

"And thy following, Sandoval?"

"The cavaliers of Narvaez whom thou gavest me, one hundred chosen
soldiers, and the Tlascalans to the number thou didst order."

"_Bien!_ Lead out of the gate, and halt after making what thou deemest
room for the other divisions. Christ and St. James go with thee!"

"Amen!" responded Olmedo.

And so the vanguard passed him,--a long succession of shadowy files that
he heard rather than saw. Hardly were they gone when another body
approached, led by an officer on foot.

"Who art thou?" asked Cortes.

"Magarino," the man replied.

"Whom have you?"

"One hundred and fifty Christians, and four hundred Tlascalans."

"And the bridge?"

"We have it here."

"As thou lovest life and honor, captain, heed well thine orders. Move
on, and join thyself to Sandoval."

The bridge spoken of was a portable platform of hewn plank bolted to a
frame of stout timbers, designed to pass the column over the three
canals intersecting the causeway to Tlacopan, which, in the sally of the
afternoon, had been found to be bridgeless. If the canals were deep as
had been reported, well might Magarino be charged with particular care!

In the order of march next came the centre or main body, Cortes'
immediate command. The baggage was in their charge, also the greater
part of the artillery, making of itself a long train, and one of vast
interest; for, though in the midst of a confession of failure, the
leader did not abate his intention of conquest,--such was a peculiarity
of his genius.

"Mexia, Avila, good gentlemen," he said, halting the royal treasurers,
"let me assure myself of what beyond peradventure ye are assured."

And he counted the horses and men bearing away the golden dividend of
the emperor, knowing if what they had in keeping were safely lodged in
the royal depositaries, there was nothing which might not be
condoned,--not usurpation, defeat even. Most literally, they bore his
fortune.

A moment after there came upon him a procession of motley composition:
disabled Christians; servants, mostly females, carrying the trifles they
most affected,--here a bundle of wearing apparel, there a cage with a
bird; prisoners, amongst others the prince Cacama, heart-broken by his
misfortunes; women of importance and rank, comfortably housed in
curtained palanquins. So went Marina, her slaves side by side with those
of Nenetzin, in whose mind the fears, sorrows, and emotions of the
thousands setting out in the march had no place, for Alvarado had
wrapped her in his cloak, and lifted her into the carriage, and left a
kiss on her lips, with a promise of oversight and protection.

As if to make good the promise, almost on the heels of her slaves rode
the deft cavalier, blithe of spirit, because of the happy chance which
made the place of the lover that of duty also. Behind him, well
apportioned of Christians and Tlascalans and much the largest of the
divisions, moved the rear-guard, of which he and Leon were chiefs. His
bay mare, Bradamante, however, seemed not to share his gayety, but
tossed her head, and champed the bit, and frequently shied as if scared.

"Have done, my pretty girl!" he said to her. "Frightened, art thou? 'Tis
only the wind, ugly enough, I trow, but nothing worse. Or art thou
jealous? _Verguenza!_ To-morrow she shall find thee in the green
pasture, and kiss thee as I will her."

"_Ola_, captain!" said Cortes, approaching him. "To whom speakest thou?"

"To my mistress, Bradamante, Señor," he replied, checking the rein
impatiently. "Sometimes she hath airs prettier, as thou knowest, than
the prettinesses of a woman; but now,--So ho, girl!--now she--Have done,
I say!--now she hath a devil. And where she got it I know not, unless
from the knave Botello."[52]

"What of him? Where is he?" asked Cortes, with sudden interest.

"Back with Leon, talking, as is his wont, about certain subtleties,
nameless by good Christians, but which he nevertheless calleth
prophecies."

"What saith the man now?"

"Out of the mass of his follies, I remember three: that thou, Señor,
from extreme misfortune, shalt at last attain great honor; that to-night
hundreds of us will be lost,--which last I can forgive in him, if only
his third prediction come true."

"And that?"

"Nay, Señor, except as serving to show that the rogue hath in him a
savor of uncommon fairness, it is the least important of all; he saith
he himself will be amongst the lost."

Then Cortes laughed, saying, "Wilt thou never be done with thy quips?
Lead on. I will wait here a little longer."

Alvarado vanished, being in haste to recover his place behind Nenetzin.
Before Cortes then, with the echoless tread of panthers in the glade,
hurried the long array of Tlascalans; after them, the cross-bowmen and
arquebusiers, their implements clashing against their heavy armor; yet
he stood silent, pondering the words of Botello. Not until, with wheels
grinding and shaking the pavement, the guns reached him did he wake from
his thinking.

"Ho, Mesa, well met!" he said to the veteran, whom he distinguished amid
a troop of slaves dragging the first piece. "This is not a night like
those in Italy where thou didst learn the cunning of thy craft; yet
there might be worse for us."

"_Mira_, Señor!" and Mesa went to him, and said in a low voice, "What
thou saidst was cheerily spoken, that I might borrow encouragement; and
I thank thee, for I have much need of all the comfort thou hast to give.
A poor return have I, Señor. If the infidels attack us, rely not upon
the guns, not even mine: if the wind did not whisk the priming away, the
rain would drown it,--and then,"--his voice sunk to a whisper; "_our
matches will not burn!_"

At that moment a gust dashed Cortes with water, and for the first time
he was chilled,--chilled until his teeth chattered; for simultaneously a
presentiment of calamity touched him with what in a man less brave would
have been fear. He saw how, without the guns, Botello's second
prediction was possible! Nevertheless, he replied,--

"The saints can help their own in the dark as well as in the light. Do
thy best. To-morrow thou shalt be captain."

Then Cortes mounted his horse, and took his shield, and to his wrist
chained his battle-axe: still he waited. A company of horsemen brushed
past him, followed by a solitary rider.

"Leon!" said Cortes.

The cavalier stopped, and replied,--

"What wouldst thou, Señor?"

"Are the guards withdrawn?"

"All of them."

"And the sentinels?"

"I have been to every post; not a man is left."

Cortes spoke to his attendants and they, too, rode off; when they were
gone he said to Leon,--

"Now we may go."

And with that together they passed out into the street. Cortes turned,
and looked toward the palace, now deserted; but the night seemed to have
snatched the pile away, and in its place left a blackened void. Fugitive
as he was, riding he knew not to what end, he settled in his saddle
again with a sigh--not for the old house itself, nor for the comfort of
its roof, nor for the refuge in time of danger; not for the Christian
dead reposing in its gardens, their valor wasted and their graves
abandoned, nor for that other victim there sacrificed in his cause,
whose weaknesses might not be separated from a thousand services, and a
royalty superbly Eastern: these were things to wake the emotions of
youths and maidens, young in the world, and of poets, dreamy and
simple-minded; he sighed for the power he had there enjoyed,--the weeks
and months when his word was law for an empire of shadowy vastness, and
he was master, in fact, of a king of kings,--immeasurable power now
lost, apparently forever.

CHAPTER XVII.

THE PURSUIT BEGINS.

In the afternoon the king Cuitlahua, whose sickness had greatly
increased, caused himself to be taken to Chapultepec, where he judged he
would be safer from the enemy and better situated for treatment by his
doctors and nurses. Before leaving, however, he appointed a deputation
of ancients, and sent them, with his signet and a message, to
Guatamozin.

The 'tzin, about the same time, changed his quarters from the
_teocallis_, now but a bare pavement high in air, to the old Cû of
Quetzal'. That the strangers must shortly attempt to leave the city he
knew; so giving up the assault on the palace, he took measures to
destroy them, if possible, while in retreat. The road they would move by
was the only point in the connection about which he was undecided.
Anyhow, they must seek the land by one of the causeways. Those by
Tlacopan and Tepejaca were the shortest; therefore, he believed one or
the other of them would be selected. Upon that theory, he accommodated
all his preparations to an attack from the lake, while the foe were
outstretched on the narrow dike. As sufficient obstructions in their
front, he relied upon the bridgeless canals; their rear he would himself
assail with a force chosen from the matchless children of the capital,
whose native valor was terribly inflamed by the ruin and suffering they
had seen and endured. The old Cû was well located for his part of the
operation; and there, in the sanctuary, surrounded by a throng of armed
caciques and lords, the deputies of the king Cuitlahua found him.

If the shade of Mualox lingered about the altar of the peaceful god, no
doubt it thrilled to see the profanation of the holy place; if it sought
refuge in the cells below, alas! they were filled by an army in
concealment; and if it went further, down to what the paba, in his
poetic madness, had lovingly called his World, alas again! the birds
were dead, the shrubs withered, the angel gone; only the fountain lived,
of Darkness a sweet voice singing in the ear of Silence.

So the 'tzin being found, this was the message delivered to him from the
king Cuitlahua:--

"May the gods love you as I do! I am sick with the sickness of the
strangers. Come not near me, lest you be taken also. I go to Chapultepec
to get ready for death. If I die, the empire is yours. Meantime, I give
you all power."

Guatamozin took the signet, and was once more master, if not king, in
the city of his fathers. The deputies kissed his hand; the chiefs
saluted him; and when the tidings reached the companies below, the cells
rang as never before, not even with the hymns of their first tenants.

While yet the incense of the ovation sweetened the air about him, he
looked up at the image of the god,--web of spider on its golden sceptre,
dust on its painted shield, dust bending its plumes of fire; he looked
up into the face, yet fair and benignant, and back to him rushed the
speech of Mualox, clear as if freshly spoken,--"Anahuac, the
beautiful,--her existence, and the glory and power that make it a thing
of worth, are linked to your action. O 'tzin, your fate and hers, and
that of the many nations, is one and the same!" and the beating of his
pulse quickened thrice; for now he could see that the words were
prophetic of his country saved by him.

Then up the broad steps of the Cû, into the sanctuary, and through the
crowd, rushed Hualpa; the rain streamed from his quilted armor; and upon
the floor in front of the 'tzin, with a noise like the fall of a heavy
hammer, he dropped the butt of a lance to which was affixed a Christian
sword-blade.

"At last, at last, O 'tzin!" he said, "the strangers are in the street,
marching toward Tlacopan."

The company hushed their very breathing.

"All of them?" asked the 'tzin.

"All but the dead."

Then on the 'tzin's lip a smile, in his eyes a flash as of flame.

"Hear you, friends?" he said. "The time of vengeance has come. You know
your places and duty. Go, each one. May the gods go with you!"

In a moment he and Hualpa were alone. The latter bent his head, and
crossing his hands upon his breast said,--

"When the burthen of my griefs has been greatest, and I cried out
continually, O 'tzin, you have held me back, promising that my time
would come. I doubt not your better judgment, but--but I have no more
patience. My enemy is abroad, and she, whom I cannot forget, goes with
him. Is not the time come?"

Guatamozin laid his hand on Hualpa's:--

"Be glad, O comrade! The time has come; and as you have prepared for it
like a warrior, go now, and get the revenge so long delayed. I give you
more than permission,--I give you my prayers. Where are the people who
are to go with you?"

"In the canoes, waiting."

They were silent awhile. Then the 'tzin took the lance, and looked at
the long, straight blade admiringly; under its blue gleam lay the secret
of its composition, by which the few were able to mock the many, and
ravage the capital and country.

"Dread nothing; it will conquer," he said, handing the weapon back.

Hualpa kissed his hand, and replied, "I thought to make return for your
preferments, O 'tzin, by serving you well when you were king; but the
service need not be put off so long. I thank the gods for this night's
opportunity. If I come not with the rising of the sun to-morrow,
Nenetzin can tell you my story. Farewell!"

With his face to his benefactor, he moved away.

"Have a care for yourself!" said the 'tzin, regarding him earnestly;
"and remember there must be no sign of attack until the strangers have
advanced to the first causeway. I will look for you to-morrow.
Farewell!"

While yet the 'tzin's thoughts went out compassionately after his
unhappy friend, up from their irksome hiding in the cells came the
companies he was to lead,--a long array in white tunics of quilted
cotton. At their head, the uniform covering a Christian cuirass, and
with Christian helm and battle-axe, he marched; and so, through the
darkness and the storm, the pursuit began.

FOOTNOTES:

[52] A reputed soothsayer.

CHAPTER XVIII.

LA NOCHE TRISTE.

The movement of the fugitive army was necessarily slow. Stretched out in
the street, it formed a column of irregular front and great depth. A
considerable portion was of non-combatants, such as the sick and
wounded, the servants, women, and prisoners; to whom might be added the
Indians carrying the baggage and ammunition, and laboriously dragging
the guns. The darkness, and the rain beaten into the faces of the
sufferers by the wind, made the keeping order impossible; at each step
the intervals between individuals and between the divisions grew wider
and wider. After crossing two or three of the bridges, a general
confusion began to prevail; the officers, in dread of the enemy, failed
to call out, and the soldiers, bending low to protect their faces, and
hugging their arms or their treasure, marched in dogged silence,
indifferent to all but themselves. Soon what was at first a fair column
in close order became an irregular procession; here a crowd of all the
arms mixed, there a thin line of stragglers.

It is a simple thing, I know, yet nothing has so much to do with what we
habitually call our spirits as the condition in which we are at the
time. Under an open sky, with the breath of a glowing morning in our
nostrils, we sing, laugh, and are brave; but let the cloud hide the blue
expanse and cover our walk with shadow, and we shrink within ourselves;
or worse, let the walk be in the night, through a strange place, with
rain and cold added, and straightway the fine thing we call courage
merges itself into a sense of duty or sinks into humbler concern for
comfort and safety. So, not a man in all the column,--not a cavalier,
not a slave,--but felt himself oppressed by the circumstances of the
situation; those who, only that afternoon, had charged like lions along
that very street now yielded to the indefinable effect, and were weak of
heart even to timidity. The imagination took hold of most of them,
especially of the humbler class, and, lining the way with terrors all
its own, reduced them to the state when panic rushes in to complete what
fear begins. They started at the soughing of the wind; drew to strike
each other; cursed the rattle of their arms, the hoof-beats of the
horses, the rumble of the carriage-wheels; on the houses, vaguely
defined against the sky, they saw sentinels ready to give the alarm,
and down the intersecting streets heard the infidel legions rushing upon
them; very frequently they stumbled over corpses yet cumbering the way
after the day's fight, and then they whispered the names of saints, and
crossed themselves: the dead, always suggestive of death, were never so
much so to them.

And so, for many squares, across canals, past palaces and temples, they
marched, and nothing to indicate an enemy; the city seemed deserted.

"Hist, Señor!" said Duero, speaking with bated breath. "Hast thou not
heard of the army of unbelievers that, in the night, while resting in
their camp, were by a breath put to final sleep? Verily, the same good
angel of the Lord hath been here also."

"Nay, _compadre mio_," replied Cortes, bending in his saddle, "I cannot
so persuade myself. If the infidels meant to let us go, the going would
not be so peaceful. From some house-top we should have had their
barbarous farewell,--a stone, a lance, an arrow, at least a curse. By
many signs,--for that matter, by the rain which, driven through the
visor bars, is finding its way down the doublet under my
breastplate,--by many signs, I know we are in the midst of a storm. Good
Mother forfend, lest, bad as it is, it presage something worse!"

At that moment a watcher on the _azoteas_ of a temple near by chanted
the hour of midnight.

"Didst hear?" asked Cortes. "They are not asleep! Olmedo! father! Where
art thou?"

"What wouldst thou, my son?"

"That thou shouldst not get lost in this Tophet; more especially, that
thou shouldst keep to thy prayers."

And about that time Sandoval, at the head of his advanced guard, rode
from the street out on the open causeway. Farther on, but at no great
distance, he came to the first canal. While there, waiting for the
bridge to be brought forward, he heard from the lake to his right the
peal long and loud of a conch-shell. His heart, in battle steadfast as a
rock, throbbed faster; and with raised shield and close-griped sword, he
listened, as did all with him, while other shells took up and carried
the blast back to the city, and far out over the lake.

In the long array none failed to interpret the sound aright; all
recognized a signal of attack, and halted, the slave by his prolong, the
knight on his horse, each one as the moment found him. They said not a
word, but listened; and as they heard the peal multiply countlessly in
every direction,--now close by, now far off,--surprise, the first
emotion, turned to dismay. Flight,--darkness,--storm,--and now the
infidels! "May God have mercy on us!" murmured the brave, making ready
to fight. "May God have mercy on us!" echoed the timid, ready to fly.

The play of the wind upon the lake seemed somewhat neutralized by the
density of the rain; still the waves splashed lustily against the
grass-grown sides of the causeway; and while Sandoval was wondering if
there were many, who, in frail canoes, would venture upon the waste at
such a time, another sound, heard, as it were, under that of the conchs,
yet too strong to be confounded with wind or surging water, challenged
his attention; then he was assured.

"Now, gentlemen," he said, "get ye ready; they are coming. Pass the
word, and ride one to Magarino,--speed to him, speed him here! His
bridge laid now were worth a hundred lives!"

As the yells of the infidels--or, rather, their yell, for the many
voices rolled over the water in one great volume--grew clearer their
design became manifest.

Cortes touched Olmedo:--

"Dost thou remember the brigantines?"

"What of them?"

"Only, father, that what will happen to-night would not if they were
afloat. Now shall we pay the penalty of their loss. _Ay de mi!_" Then he
said aloud to the cavaliers, Morla, Olid, Avila, and others. "By my
conscience, a dark day for us was that in which the lake went back to
the heathen,--brewer, it, of this darker night! An end of loitering! Bid
the trumpeters blow the advance! One ride forward to hasten Magarino;
another to the rear that the division may be closed up. No space for the
dogs to land from their canoes. Hearken!"

The report of a gun, apparently back in the city, reached them.

"They are attacking the rear-guard! Mesa spoke then. On the right hear
them, and on the left! Mother of God, if our people stand not firm now,
better prayers for our souls than fighting for our lives!"

A stone then struck Avila, startling the group with its clang upon his
armor.

"A slinger!" cried Cortes. "On the right here,--can ye see him?"

They looked that way, but saw nothing. Then the sense of helplessness in
exposure smote them, and, knightly as they were, they also felt the
common fear.

"Make way! Room, room!" shouted Magarino, rushing to the front, through
the advance-guard. His Tlascalans were many and stout; to swim the
canal,--with ropes to draw the bridge after them,--to plant it across
the chasm, were things achieved in a moment.

"Well done, Magarino! Forward, gentlemen,--forward all!" so saying,
Sandoval spurred across; after him, in reckless haste, his whole
division rushed. The platform, quivering throughout, was stancher than
the stone revetments upon which its ends were planted; calcined by fire,
they crumbled like chalk. The crowd then crossing, sensible that the
floor was giving way under them, yelled with terror, and in their
frantic struggle to escape toppled some of them into the canal. None
paused to look after the unfortunates; for the shouting of the infidels,
which had been coming nearer and nearer, now rose close at hand,
muffling the thunder of the horses plunging on the sinking bridge.
Moreover, stones and arrows began to fall in that quarter with effect,
quickening the hurry to get away.

Cortes reached the bridge at the same time the infidels reached the
causeway. He called to Magarino; before the good captain could answer,
the waves to the right hand became luminous with the plashing of
countless paddles, and a fleet of canoes burst out of the darkness. Up
rose the crews, ghost-like in their white armor, and showered the
Christians with missiles. A cry of terror,--a rush,--and the cavaliers
were pushed on the bridge, which they jammed deeper in the rocks. Some
horses, wild with fright, leaped into the lake, and, iron-clad, like
their riders, were seen no more.

On the further side, Cortes wheeled about, and shouted to his friends.
Olmedo answered, so did Morla; then they were swept onward.

Alone, and in peril of being forced down the side of the dike, Cortes
held his horse to the place. The occasional boom of guns, a straggling
fire of small arms, and the unintermitted cries of the infidels, in tone
exultant and merciless, assured him that the attack was the same
everywhere down the column. One look he gave the scene near by,--on the
bridge, a mass of men struggling, cursing, praying; wretches falling,
their shrieks shrill with despair; the lake whitening with assailants!
He shuddered, and called on the saints; then the instinct of the soldier
prevailed:--

"_Ola_, comrades!" he cried. "It is nothing. Stand, if ye love life.
Stand, and fight, as ye so well know how! Holy Cross! _Christo y
Santiago!_"

He spurred into the thick of the throng. In vain: the current was too
strong; the good steed seconded him with hoof and frontlet; now he
prayed, now cursed; at last he yielded, seeing that on the other side of
the bridge was Fear, on his side Panic.

When the signal I have described, borne from the lake to the city, began
to resound from temple to temple, the rear-guard were yet many squares
from the causeway, and had, for the most part, become merely a
procession of drenched and cowering stragglers. The sound alarmed them;
and divining its meaning, they assembled in accidental groups, and so
hurried forward.

Nenetzin and Marina, yet in company, were also startled by the noisy
shells. The latter stayed not to question or argue; at her word, sharply
spoken, her slaves followed fast after the central division, and rested
not until they had gained a place well in advance of the non-combatants,
whose slow and toilsome progress she had shrewdly dreaded. Not so
Nenetzin: the alarm proceeded from her countrymen; feared she,
therefore, for her lover; and when, vigilant as he was gallant, he rode
to her, and kissed her hand, and spoke to her in lover's phrase, she
laughed, though not understanding a word, and bade her slaves stay with
him.

Last man in the column was Leon, brave gentleman, good captain. With his
horsemen, he closed upon the artillery.

"Friend," he said to Mesa, "the devil is in the night. As thou art
familiar with wars as Father Olmedo with mass, how readest thou the
noise we hear?"

The veteran, walking at the moment between two of his guns, replied,--

"Interpret we each for himself, Señor. I am ready to fight. See!"

And drawing his cloak aside, he showed the ruddy spark of a lighted
match.

"As thou seest, I am ready; yet"--and he lowered his voice--"I shame not
to confess that I wish we were well out of this."

"Good soldier art thou!" said Leon. "I will stay with thee. _A la Madre
todos!_"

The exclamation had scarcely passed his lips when to their left and
front the darkness became peopled with men in white, rushing upon them,
and shouting, "Up, up, Tlateloco! _O, O luilones, luilones!_"[53]

"Turn thy guns quickly, Mesa, or we are lost!" cried Leon; and to his
comrades, "Swords and axes! Upon them, gentlemen! _Santiago, Santiago!_"

The veteran as promptly resolved himself into action. A word to his
men,--then he caught a wheel with one hand, and swung the carriage
round, and applied the match. The gun failed fire, but up sprang a
hissing flame, and in its lurid light out came all the scene about: the
infidels pouring into the street, the Tlascalans and many Spaniards in
flight, Leon charging almost alone, and right amongst the guns a
fighting man,--by his armor, half pagan, half Christian,--all this Mesa
saw, and more,--that the slaves had abandoned the ropes, and that of the
gunners the few who stood their ground were struggling for life hand to
hand; still more, that the gun he was standing by looked point-blank
into the densest ranks of the foe. Never word spoke he; repriming the
piece, he applied the match again. The report shook the earth, and was
heard and recognized by Cortes out on the causeway; but it was the
veteran's last shot. To his side sprang the 'tzin: in his ear a war-cry,
on his morion a blow, and under the gun he died. When Duty loses a good
servant Honor gains a hero.

The fight--or, rather, the struggle of the few against the many--went
on. The 'tzin led his people boldly, and they failed him not. Leon drew
together all he could of Christians and Tlascalans; then, as game to be
taken at leisure, his enemy left him. Soon the fugitives following
Alvarado heard a strange cry coming swiftly after them, "_O, O luilones!
O luilones!_"

And through the rain and the night, doubly dark in the canals, Hualpa
sped to the open lake, followed by nine canoes, fashioned for speed,
each driven by six oarsmen, and carrying four warriors; so there were
with him nine and thirty chosen men, with linked mail under their white
tunics, and swords of steel on their long lances,--arms and armor of the
Christians.

Off the causeway, beyond the first canal, he waited, until the great
flotillas, answering his signal, closed in on the right hand and left;
then he started for the canal, chafing at the delay of his vessels.

"Faster, faster, my men!" he said aloud; then to himself, "Now will I
wrest her from the robber, and after that she will give me her love
again. O happy, happy hour!"

He sought the canal, thinking, doubtless, that the Christians would find
it impassable, and that in their front, as the place of safety, they
would most certainly place Nenetzin. There, into the press he drove.

"Not here! Back, my men!" he shouted.

The chasm was bridged.

And marvelling at the skill of the strangers, which overcame
difficulties as by magic, and trembling lest they should escape and his
love be lost to him after all, he turned his canoe,--if possible, to be
the first at the next canal. Others of his people were going in the same
direction, but he out-stript them.

"Faster, faster!" he cried; and the paddles threshed the water,--wings
of the lake-birds not more light and free. Into the causeway he bent, so
close as to hear the tramp of horses; sometimes shading his eyes against
the rain, and looking up, he saw the fugitives, black against the
clouds,--strangers and Tlascalans,--plumes of men, but never scarf of
woman.

Very soon the people on the causeway heard his call to the boatmen, and
the plash of the paddles, and they quickened their pace.

"_Adelante! adelante!_" cried Sandoval, and forward dashed the
cavaliers.

"O my men, land us at the canal before the strangers come up, and in my
palace at ease you shall eat and drink all your lives! Faster, faster!"

So Hualpa urged his rowers, and in their sinewy hands the oaken blades
bent like bows.

Behind dropped the footmen,--even the Tlascalans; and weak from hunger
and wounds, behind dropped some of the horses. Shook the causeway,
foamed the water. A hundred yards,--and the coursers of the lake were
swift as the coursers of the land; half a mile,--and the appeal of the
infidel and the cheering cry of the Christian went down the wind on the
same gale. At last, as Hualpa leaped from his boat, Sandoval checked his
horse,--both at the canal.

Up the dike the infidels clambered to the attack. And there was clang of
swords and axes, and rearing and plunging of steeds; then the voice of
the good captain,--

"God's curse upon them! They have our shields!"

A horse, pierced to the heart, leaped blindly down the bank, and from
the water rose the rider's imploration: "Help, help, comrades! For the
love of Christ, help! I am drowning!"

Again Sandoval,--

"_Cuidado_,--beware! They have our swords on their lances!" Then,
observing his horsemen giving ground, "Stand fast! Unless we hold the
canal for Magarino, all is lost! Upon them! _Santiago, Santiago!_"

A rally and a charge! The sword-blades did their work well; horses,
wounded to death or dead, began to cumber the causeway, and the groans
and prayers of their masters caught under them were horrible to hear.
Once, with laughter and taunting jests, the infidels retreated down the
slope; and once, some of them, close pressed, leaped into the canal. The
lake received them kindly; with all their harness on they swam ashore.
Never was Sandoval so distressed.

Meantime, the footmen began to come up; and as they were intolerably
galled by the enemy, who sometimes landed and engaged them hand to hand,
they clamored for those in front to move on. "Magarino! The bridge, the
bridge! Forward!" With such cries, they pressed upon the horsemen, and
reduced the space left them for action.

At length Sandoval shouted,--

"_Ola_, all who can swim! Follow me!"

And riding down the bank, he spurred into the water. Many were bold
enough to follow; and though some were drowned, the greater part made
the passage safely. Then the cowering, shivering mass left behind
without a leader, became an easy prey; and steadily, pitilessly,
silently, Hualpa and his people fought,--silently, for all the time he
was listening for a woman's voice, the voice of his beloved.

And now, fast riding, Cortes came to the second canal, with some
cavaliers whom he rallied on the way; behind him, as if in pursuit, so
madly did they run, followed all of the central division who succeeded
in passing the bridge. The sick and wounded, the prisoners, even king
Cacama and the women, abandoned by their escort, were slain and
captured,--all save Marina, rescued by some Tlascalans, and a Spanish
Amazon, who defended herself with sword and shield.

At points along the line of flight the infidels intercepted the
fugitives. Many terrible combats ensued. When the Christians kept in
groups, as did most of the veterans, they generally beat off the
assailants. The loss fell chiefly upon the Tlascalans, the cross-bowmen,
and arquebusiers, whose arms the rain had ruined, and the recruits of
Narvaez, who, weighted down by their treasure and overcome by fear, ran
blindly along, and fell almost without resistance.

One great effort Cortes made at the canal to restore order before the
mob could come up.

"God help us!" he cried at last to the gentlemen with him. "Here are
bowmen and gunners without arms, and horsemen without room to charge.
Nothing now but to save ourselves! And that we may not do, if we wait.
Let us follow Sandoval. Hearken to the howling! How fast they come! And
by my conscience, with them they bring the lake alive with fiends!
Olmedo, thou with me! Come, Morla, Avila, Olid! Come, all who care for
life!"

And through the _mêlée_ they pushed, through the murderous lancers, down
the bank,--Cortes first, and good knights on the right and left of the
father. There was plunging and floundering of horses, and yells of
infidels, and the sound of deadly blows, and from the swimmers shrieks
for help, now to comrades, now to saints, now to Christ.

"Ho, Sandoval, right glad am I to find thee!" said Cortes, on the
further side of the canal. "Why waitest thou?"

"For the coming of the bridge, Señor."

"_Bastante!_ Take what thou hast, and gallop to the next canal. I will
do thy part here."

And dripping from the plunge in the lake, chilled by the calamity more
than by the chill wind, and careless of the stones and arrows that
hurtled about him, he faced the fight, and waited, saying simply,--"O
good Mother, hasten Magarino!"

Never prayer more hearty, never prayer more needed! For the central
division had passed, and Alvarado had come and gone, and down the
causeway to the city no voice of Christian was to be heard; at hand,
only the infidels with their melancholy cry, of unknown import, "_O, O
luilones! O, O luilones!_" Then Magarino summoned his Tlascalans and
Christians to raise the bridge. How many of them had died the death of
the faithful, how many had basely fled, he knew not; the darkness
covered the glory as well as the shame. To work he went. And what
sickness of the spirit, what agony ineffable seized him! The platform
was too fast fixed in the rocks to be moved! Awhile he fought, awhile
toiled, awhile prayed; all without avail. In his ears lingered the
parting words of Cortes, and he stayed though his hope was gone. Every
moment added to the dead and wounded around him, yet he stayed. He was
the dependence of the army: how could he leave the bridge? His men
deserted him; at last he was almost alone; before him was a warrior
whose shield when struck gave back the ring of iron, and whose blows
came with the weight of iron; while around closer and closer circled the
white uniforms of the infidels; then he cried,--

"God's curse upon the bridge! What mortals can, my men, we have done to
save it; enough now, if we save ourselves!"

And drawn by the great law, supreme in times of such peril, they came
together, and retired across the bridge.

Then rose the cry, "_Todo es perdido!_ All is lost! The bridge cannot be
raised!" And along the causeway from mouth to mouth the warning flew, of
such dolorous effect as not merely to unman all who heard it, but to
take from them the instincts to which life so painfully intrusts itself
when there is no judgment left. Those defending themselves quitted
fighting, and turned to fly; except the gold, which they clutched all
the closer, many flung away everything that impeded them, even the
arquebuses, so precious in Cortes' eyes; guns dragged safely so far were
rolled into the lake or left on the road; the horses caught the
contagion, and, becoming unmanageable, ran madly upon the footmen.

When the cry, outflying the fugitives with whom it began, reached the
thousands at the second canal, it had somewhere borrowed a phrase yet
more demoralizing. "The bridge cannot be raised! All is lost! _Save
yourselves, save yourselves!_" Such was its form there. And about that
time, as ill-fortune ordered, the infidels had gathered around the fatal
place until, by their yells and missiles there seemed to be myriads of
them. Along the causeway their canoes lay wedged in, like a great raft;
and bolder grown, they flung themselves bodily on the unfortunates, and
strove to carry them off alive. Enough if they dragged them down the
slope,--innumerable hands were ready at the water's edge to take them
speedily beyond rescue. Momentarily, also, the yell of the fighting men
of Tenochtitlan, surging from the city under the 'tzin, drew nearer and
nearer, driving the rear upon the front, already on the verge of the
canal with barely room for defense against Hualpa and his people. All
that held the sufferers passive, all that gave them endurance, the
virtue rarer and greater than patience, was the hope of the coming of
Magarino; and the announcement, at last, that the bridge could not be
raised, was as the voice of doom over their heads. Instantly, they saw
death behind them, and life nowhere but forward,--so always with panic.
An impulse moved them,--they rushed on, they pushed each with the might
of despair. "Save yourselves, save yourselves!" they screamed, at the
same time no one thought of any but himself.

To make the scene clear to the reader, he should remember that the
causeway was but eight yards across its superior slope; while the canal,
about as wide, and crossing at right angles, was on both sides walled
with dressed masonry to the height, probably, of twelve feet, with,
water at least deep enough to drown a horse. Ordinarily, the peril of
the passage would have been scorned by a stout swimmer; but, alas! such
were not all who must make the attempt now.

The first victims of the movement I have described were those in the
front fighting Hualpa. No time for preparation: with shields on their
arms, if footmen, on their horses, if riders,--a struggle on the verge,
a cry for pity, a despairing shriek, and into the yawning chasm they
were plunged; nor had the water time to close above their heads before
as many others were dashed in upon them.

Cortes, on the further side, could only hear what took place in the
canal, for the darkness hid it from view; yet he knew that at his feet
was a struggle for life impossible to be imagined except as something
that might happen in the heart of the vortex left by a ship foundering
at sea. The screams, groans, prayers, and execrations of men; the
neighing, snorting, and plunging of horses; the bubbling, hissing, and
plashing of water; the writhing and fighting,--a wretch a moment risen,
in a moment gone, his death-cry half uttered; the rolling of the mass,
or rather its impulsion onward, which, horrible to think, might be the
fast filling up of the passage; now and then a piteous appeal for help
under the wall, reached at last (and by what mighty exertion!) only to
mock the hopes of the swimmers,--all this Cortes heard, and more. No
need of light to make the scene visible; no need to see the dying and
the drowning, or the last look of eyes fixed upon him as they went down,
a look as likely to be a curse as a prayer! If never before or never
again, his courage failed him then; and turning his horse he fled the
place, shouting as he went,--

"_Todo es perdido!_ all is lost! Save yourselves, save yourselves!"

And in his absence the horror continued,--continued until the canal from
side to side was filled with the bodies of men and horses, blent with
arms and ensigns, baggage, and guns, and gun-carriages, and munitions in
boxes and carts,--the rich plunder of the empire, royal fifth as well as
humbler dividend,--and all the paraphernalia of armies, infidel and
Christian; filled, until most of those who escaped clambered over the
warm and writhing heap of what had so lately been friends and comrades.
And the gods of the heathen were not forgotten by their children; for
sufferers there were who, snatching at hands offered in help, were
dragged into canoes, and never heard of more. Tears and prayers and the
saving grace of the Holy Mother and Son for them! Better death in the
canal, however dreadful, than death in the temples,--for the soul's
rest, better!

Slowly along the causeway, meantime, Alvarado toiled with the
rear-guard. Very early he had given up Leon and Mesa, and all with them,
as lost. And to say truth, little time had he to think of them; for now,
indeed, he found the duties of lover and soldier difficult as they had
been pleasant. Gay of spirit, boastful but not less generous and brave,
skilful and reckless, he was of the kind to attract and dazzle the
adventurers with whom he had cast his lot; and now they were ready to do
his bidding, and equally ready to share his fate, life or death. Of them
he constituted a body-guard for Nenetzin. Rough riders were they, yet
around her they formed, more careful of her than themselves; against
them rattled and rang the stones and arrows; against them dashed the
infidels landed from their canoes; sometimes a cry announced a hurt,
sometimes a fall announced a death; but never hand of foe or flying
missile reached the curtained carriage in which rode the little
princess.

Nor can it be said that Alvarado, so careful as lover, failed his duty
as captain. Sometimes at the rear, facing the 'tzin; sometimes, with a
laugh or a kiss of the hand, by the palanquin; and always his cry,
blasphemous yet cheerful. "_Viva á Christo! Viva Santa Cruz! Santiago,
Santiago!_" So from mistress and men he kept off the evil bird Fear. The
stout mare Bradamante gave him most concern; she obeyed
willingly,--indeed, seemed better when in action; yet was restless and
uneasy, and tossed her head, and--unpardonable as a habit in the horse
of a soldier--cried for company.

"So-a, girl!" he would say, as never doubting that she understood him.
"What seest thou that I do not? or is it what thou hearest? Fear! If one
did but say to me that thou wert cowardly, better for him that he spoke
ill of my mother! But here they come again! Upon them now! Upon them,
sweetheart! _Viva á Christo! Viva la Santa Cruz!_"

And so, fighting, he crossed the bridge; and still all went well with
him. Out of the way he chased the foe; on the flanks they were beaten
off; only at the rear were they troublesome, for there the 'tzin led the
pursuit.

Finally, the rear-guard closed upon the central division, which, having
reached the second canal, stood, in what condition we have seen, waiting
for Magarino. Then Alvarado hurried to the palanquin; and while there,
now checking Bradamante, whose uneasiness seemed to increase as they
advanced, now cheering Nenetzin, he heard the fatal cry proclaiming the
loss of the bridge. On his lips the jest faded, in his heart the blood
stood still. A hundred voices took up the cry, and there was hurry and
alarm around him, and he felt the first pressure of the impulsive
movement forward. The warning was not lost:--

"_Ola_, my friends!" he said, at once aroused, "Hell's door of brass
hath been opened, and the devils are loose! Keep we together--"

As he spoke the pressure strengthened, and the crowd yelled "_Todo es
perdido!_ Save yourselves!"

Up went his visor, out rang his voice in fierce appeal,--

"Together let us bide, gentlemen. We are Spaniards, and in our saddles,
with swords and shields. The foe are the dogs who have bayed us so to
their cost for days and weeks. On the right and left, as ye are!
Remember, the woman we have here is a Christian; she hath broken the
bread and drunken the wine; her God is our God; and if we abandon her,
may he abandon us!"

Not a rider left his place. The division went to pieces, and rushed
forward, sweeping all before it except the palanquin; as a boat in a
current, that floated on,--fierce the current, yet placid the motion of
the boat. And nestled warm within, Nenetzin heard the tumult as
something terrible afar off.

And all the time Hualpa kept the fight by the canal. Hours passed. The
dead covered the slopes of the causeway; on the top they lay in heaps;
the canal choked with them; still the stream of enemies poured on
roaring and fighting. Over the horrible bridge he saw some Tlascalans
carry two women,--neither of them Nenetzin. Another woman came up and
crossed, but she had sword and shield, and used them, shrilly shouting
the war-cries of the strangers. Out towards the land the battle followed
the fugitives,--beyond the third canal even,--and everywhere victory!
Surely, the Aztecan gods had vindicated themselves; and for the 'tzin
there was glory immeasurable. But where was Nenetzin? where the hated
_Tonatiah_? Why came they not? In the intervals of the slaughter he
began to be shaken by visions of the laughing lips and dimpled cheeks of
the loved face out in the rain crushed by a hoof or a wheel. At other
times, when the awful chorus of the struggle swelled loudest, he fancied
he heard her voice in agony of fear and pain. Almost he regretted not
having sought her, instead of waiting as he had.

Near morning from the causeway toward the city he heard two
cries,--"_Al-a-lala!_" one, "_Viva á Christo!_" the other. Friend most
loved, foe most hated, woman most adored! How good the gods were to send
them! His spirit rose, all its strength returned.

Of his warriors, six were with the slain; the others he called together,
and said,--

"The 'tzin comes, and the _Tonatiah_. Now, O my friends, I claim your
service. But forget not, I charge you, forget not her of whom I spoke.
Harm her not. Be ready to follow me."

He waited until the guardians of the palanquin were close by,--until he
heard their horses' tread; then he shouted, "Now, O my countrymen! Be
the 'tzin's cry our cry! Follow me. _Al-a-lala, al-a-lala!_"

The rough riders faced the attack, thinking it a repetition of others
they had lightly turned aside on the way; but when their weapons glanced
from iron-faced shields, and they recognized the thrust of steel; when
their horses shrunk from the contact or staggered with mortal hurts, and
some of them fell down dying, then they gave way to a torrent of
exclamations so seasoned with holy names that they could be as well
taken for prayers as curses. Surprised, dismayed, retreating,--with
scarce room for defence and none for attack, still they struggled to
maintain themselves. Sharp the clangor of axes on shields, merciless the
thrust of the blades,--cry answered cry. Death to the horse, if he but
reared; to the rider death, if his horse but stumbled. Nevertheless,
step by step the patient Indian lover approached the palanquin. Then
that which had been as a living wall around the girl was broken. One of
her slaves fell down, struck by a stone. Her scream, though shrill with
sudden fear, was faint amid the discordances of storm and fight; yet two
of the combatants heard it, and rushed to the rescue. And now Hualpa's
hand was on the fallen carriage--happy moment! "_Viva á Christo!
Santiago, Santiago!_" thundered Alvarado. The exultant infidel looked
up: right over him, hiding the leaden sky,--a dark impending
danger,--reared Bradamante. He thrust quickly, and the blade on the
lance was true; with a cry, in its excess of agony almost human, the
mare reared, fell back, and died. As she fell, one foot, heavy with its
silver shoe, struck him to the ground; and would that were all!

"_Ola_, comrades!" cried Alvarado, upon his feet again, to some horsemen
dismounted like himself. "Look! the girl is dying! Help me! as ye hope
for life, stay and help me!"

They laid hold of the mare, and rolled her away. The morning light
rested upon the place feebly, as if afraid of its own revelations. On
the causeway, in the lake, in the canal, were many horrors to melt a
heart of stone; one fixed Alvarado's gaze,--

"Dead! she is dead!" he said, falling upon his knees, and covering his
eyes with his hands, "O mother of Christ! What have I done that this
should befall me?"

Under the palanquin,--its roof of aromatic cedar, thin as tortoise
shell, and its frame of bamboo, light as the cane of the maize, all a
heap of fragments now,--under the wreck lay Nenetzin. About her head the
blue curtains of the carriage were wrapped in accidental folds, making
the pallor of the face more pallid; the lips so given to laughter were
dark with flowing blood; and the eyes had looked their love the last
time; one little hand rested palm upward upon the head of a dead
warrior, and in it shone the iron cross of Christ. Bradamante had
crushed her to death! And this, the crowning horror of the melancholy
night, was what the good mare saw on the way that her master did
not,--so the master ever after believed.

The pain of grief was new to the good captain; while yet it so overcame
him, a man laid a hand roughly on his shoulder, and said,--

"Look thou, Señor! She is in Paradise, while of those who, at thy call,
stayed to help thee save her but seven are left. If not thyself, up and
help us!"

The justice of the rude appeal aroused him, and he retook his sword and
shield, and joined in the fight,--eight against the many. About them
closed the lancers; facing whom one by one the brave men died, until
only Alvarado remained. Over the clashing of arms then rang the 'tzin's
voice,--

"It is the _Tonatiah_! Take him, O my children, but harm him not; his
life belongs to the gods!"

Fortunately for Alvarado a swell of Christian war-cries and the beat of
galloping horses came, about the same time, from the further side of the
canal to distract the attention of his foemen. Immediately Cortes
appeared, with Sandoval, Morla, Avila, and others,--brave gentlemen come
back from the land, which they had safely gained, to save whom they
might of the rear-guard. At the dread passage all of them drew rein
except Morla; down the slope of the dyke he rode, and spurring into the
lake, through the canoes and floating _débris_, he headed to save his
friend. Useless the gallantry! The assault upon Alvarado had
ceased,--with what purpose he knew. Never should they take him alive!
Hualpa's lance, of great length, was lying at his feet. Suddenly,
casting away his sword and shield, he snatched up his enemy's weapon,
broke the ring that girdled him, ran to the edge of the canal, and
vaulted in air. Loud the cry of the Christians, louder that of the
infidels! An instant he seemed to halt in his flight; an instant more,
and his famous feat was performed,--the chasm was cleared, and he stood
amongst his people saved.

Alas for Morla! An infidel sprang down the dike, and by running and
leaping from canoe to canoe overtook him while in the lake.

"Sword and shield, Señor Francisco! Sword and shield! Look! The foe is
upon thee!"

So he was warned; but quick the action. First, a blow with a Christian
axe: down sank the horse; then a blow upon the helmet, and the wave that
swallowed the steed received the rider also.

"_Al-a-lala!_" shouted the victor.

"The 'tzin, the 'tzin!" answered his people; and forward they sprang,
over the canoes, over the bridge of the dead,--forward to get at their
hated enemies again.

"Welcome art thou!" said Cortes to Alvarado. "Welcome as from the grave,
whither Morla--God rest his soul!--hath gone. Where is Leon?"

"With Morla," answered the captain.

"And Mesa?"

"Nay, Señor Hernan, if thou stayest here for any of the rear-guard, know
that I am the last of them."

"_Bastante!_ Hear ye, gentlemen?" said Cortes. "Our duty is done. Let us
to the land again. Here is my foot, here my hand: mount, captain, and
quickly!"

Alvarado took the seat offered behind Cortes, and the party set out in
retreat again. Closely, across the third canal, along the causeway to
the village of Popotla, the 'tzin kept the pursuit. From the village,
and from Tlacopan the city, he drove the bleeding and bewildered
fugitives. At last they took possession of a temple, from which, as
from a fortress, they successfully defended themselves. Then the 'tzin
gave over, and returned to the capital.

And his return was as the savior of his country,--the victorious
companies behind him, the great flotillas on his right and left, and the
clouds overhead rent by the sounding of conchs and tambours and the
singing and shouting of the proud and happy people.

Fast throbbed his heart, for now he knew, if the crown were not indeed
his, its prestige and power were; and amidst fast-coming schemes for the
restoration of the empire, he thought of the noble Tula, and then,--he
halted suddenly:--

"Where is the lord Hualpa?" he asked.

"At the second canal," answered a cacique.

"And he is--"

"Dead!"

The proud head drooped, and the hero forgot his greatness and his
dreams; he was the loving friend again, and as such, sorrowing and
silent, repassed the second canal, and stood upon the causeway beyond.
And the people, with quick understanding of what he sought, made way for
him. Over the wrecks of the battle,--sword and shield, helm and
breastplate, men and horses,--he walked to where the lover and his
beloved lay.

At sight of her face, more childlike and beautiful than ever, memory
brought to him the sad look, the low voice, and the last words of
Hualpa,--"If I come not with the rising sun to-morrow, Nenetzin can tell
you my story,"--such were the words. The iron cross was yet in her hand,
and the hand yet rested on the head of a warrior lying near. The 'tzin
stooped, and turned the dead man over, and lo! the lord Hualpa. From one
to the other the princely mourner looked; a mist, not of the lake or the
cloud, rose and hid them from his view; he turned away,--_she had told
him all the story_.

In a canoe, side by side, the two victims were borne to the city, never
to be separated. At Chapultepec they were laid in the same tomb; so that
one day the dust of the hunter, with that of kings, may feed the grass
and color the flowers of the royal hill.

HE HAD FOUND HIS FORTUNE!

* * * * *

Here the chronicles of the learned Don Fernando abruptly terminate. For
the satisfaction of the reader, a professional story-teller would no
doubt have devoted several pages to the careers of some of the
characters whom he leaves surviving the catastrophe. The translator is
not disposed to think his author less courteous than literators
generally; on the contrary, the books abound with evidences of the
tender regard he had for those who might chance to occupy themselves
with his pages; consequently, there must have been a reason for the
apparent neglect in question.

If the worthy gentleman were alive, and the objection made to him in
person, he would most likely have replied: "Gentle critic, what you take
for neglect was but a compliment to your intelligence. The characters
with which I dealt were for the most part furnished me by history. The
few of my own creation were exclusively heathen, and of them, except the
lord Maxtla and Xoli, the Chalcan, disposition is made in one part or
another of the story. The two survivors named, it is to be supposed,
were submerged in the ruin that fell upon the country after the conquest
was finally completed. The other personages being real, for perfect
satisfaction as to them, permit me, with the profoundest respect, to
refer you to your histories again."

The translator has nothing to add to the explanation except brief
mention that the king Cuitlahua's reign lasted but two months in all.
The small-pox, which desolated the city and valley, and contributed,
more than any other cause, to the ultimate overthrow of the empire, sent
him to the tombs of Chapultepec. Guatamozin then took the vacant throne,
and as king exemplified still further the qualities which had made him
already the idol of his people and the hero of his race. Some time also,
but whether before or after his coronation we are not told, he married
the noble Tula,--an event which will leave the readers of the excellent
Don Fernando in doubt whether Mualox, the paba, was not more prophet
than monomaniac.

FOOTNOTES:

[53] Bernal Diaz, Hist. de la Conq.

Transcriber's Notes

There were a number of issues in the original text, including obvious
printer's errors, or those due to the condition of the text itself,
especially on the margins.

Where the issue is very clear, they have been corrected here. Many
hyphenation characters on the right margin are illegible, and those
words have been joined here--unless the hyphen itself appears in the
same word elsewhere in the text.

In general, punctuation errors, especially those involving single or
double quotation marks, were quite frequent, and in the interest of
keeping the narrative flowing, they have been corrected. The use
of the single quotation as a abbreviating mark in proper names (e.g.
"Huitzil'")seems to have confused the printer more than once when
other punctuation directly follows, on pp. 135, 509, and 525.

There were several questionable spelling issues (e.g., "beseiged",
"rodoubted") which were retained. The name "Cortez" (vs. "Cortes")
appears only in the table of contents. "'Hualpilli" appears once as
"'Huapill".

Some compound words appear both with and without hyphens. Where the
hyphenation occurs at a line break, the hyphen is retained (or removed)
if there are other mid-line examples.

The following list contains the details of corrections made to the text
or spelling variants to be noted.

p. 13 the moment of reply wa[s] allowed to pass Added.

p. 28 his canoe wil[l] be full of blessings Added.

p. 35 Look well to this, O king[.] Added. May have
been '!'.

p. 40 and the time is very quiet[.] Added.

p. 54 [F]ail me not, my children. Added.

p. 91 I promised I[tz/zt]lil' Reversed.

p. 109 I am told you wish to enter my service[.] Added.

p. 143 [t]he glinting of the jewels Added.

p. 157 Temple over many chambers.["] Removed.

p. 178 he is not a trai[tor.]" Added.

p. 202 nor on what grounds[.] Added.

p. 236 ["/']Come, the victim is ready!["/'] Should have been
single quotes.

p. 241 "That is Diaz's [massage]." Sic.

p. 290 Alvarado continued[./,] "which I could Added.

p. 302 in trust for the god.['] Added.

p. 311 and all things else yet undiscovered.["] Added.

p. 334 Go with them, I pray you.['/"] Corrected.

p. 341 The hours were long[.] Added.

p. 342 What wonder that I fled?["] Added.

p. 402 To the Mother the praise!['\"] Corrected.

p. 406 has been toilsome and dreadful[.] Ah me,
I shudder at the thought!["] Added.

"Have you never been elsewhere[?]" Added.

have they been denied you, poor girl?["] Added.

p. 488 Yonder is the temple we seek[.] Added.

p. 499 "_Al templo! Adelante, adelante!_--forward!["]
Added.

p. 500 to the palace, the palace!["] Added.

p. 504 Then the [']tzin, recalled to himself Added.

p. 512 The footnote reference for #49 was missing. Added.

p. 513 and all the saints!["] Added.

p. 537 If he fail--if he fail--["] Added.

p. 543 and gave himself to sombre thought[.] Added.

p. 552 What didst thou?["] Added.

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