A Prince of Anahuac: A Histori-traditional Story Antedating the Aztec EmpirePorter, James A.
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A Prince of Anahuac: A Histori-traditional Story Antedating the Aztec Empire
Porter, James A.
Mexico -- History -- To 1519 -- Fiction
"To this young woman a debt is due from me which all the wealth of
Anahuac, in my hands, could not cancel. Words are meaningless when
drawn upon to express what I feel for the ready thought which prompted
the action whereby I was saved from an implacable enemy. Hualcoyotl
will ever owe one debt which can not be paid."
Mitla was greatly embarrassed by the words and manner of the prince,
addressed to her so unexpectedly; yet, after a moment's hesitation, she
recovered herself, and said:
"Your words are very kind, and more than repay me for what I did to
save you from your pursuers. I shall always be glad that I was where I
could help you."
The prince was pleased with her reply. It showed a degree of
intelligence he was not expecting to find in a mountain girl, and he
said:
"I am having a peculiarly diverse as well as adverse experience.
Yesterday I was a miserable, suffering fugitive, hunted by a relentless
foe into a condition of absolute incapability; this morning the
conditions are entirely and happily reversed by your wonderful presence
of mind at a rare and perplexing moment. In the midst of extremest
adversity I am suddenly brought to realize a sense of security and
happiness by being thrown upon the generosity of this most generous
family. First there comes to me this morning the kindly expressed
sympathy of the noble hunter, Tezcot, assuring me of my safety; and now
the generous words of my admirable young preserver. What can I say in
return for your magnanimity?"
"Don't try to say anything, Prince. Forget your gratitude for a little
while; cease to praise us, and fall to eating heartily, that you may
have strength to endure what is before you," interrupted the host
pleasantly.
"One could not do less than eat heartily in this excellent mountain
home," he replied, looking kindly at Zoei.
Tezcot rejoined in a jocular manner, and the conversation continued,
varying as the meal progressed.
Breakfast was over, the prince had retired to his apartment, and Tezcot
was gone. The latter had taken his hunting outfit and disappeared, but
not without a word of caution to the former.
It was not an uncommon thing for the hunter to take his javelin, bow
and quiver, and go away for a day's hunt; so, on this occasion, there
was nothing thought of it.
CHAPTER XX.
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