A Prince of Anahuac: A Histori-traditional Story Antedating the Aztec EmpirePorter, James A.
History
A Prince of Anahuac: A Histori-traditional Story Antedating the Aztec Empire
Porter, James A.
Mexico -- History -- To 1519 -- Fiction
After leaving the cavern, Tezcot went to talk with a few of the leading
mountaineers about the prince; and, especially, with reference to
putting the hermitage under a close surveillance. The cavern would
afford a comparatively safe refuge as it was, but to make it so beyond
a doubt was an important part of the hunter's plan. To do this would
require the cooperation of a number of his friends. He found the
mountaineers whom he went to see cheerfully acquiescent, and ready to
assist in any way they could.
In order that no delay might ensue in arranging for Hualcoyotl's
security it was decided that a council of friendly hunters should be
held at one of their homes, conveniently located, where explanations
could be made and an organization effected to meet the exigency.
Runners were dispatched accordingly, to notify those whose presence at
the council was particularly desired. After matters were shaped
agreeably to the hunter's ideas, he turned his footsteps homeward,
where his arrival has already been noted.
Everything was working well for securing the safety of the royal
fugitive, and greatly to the satisfaction of his deeply interested
friend, who felt in his big heart a profound sense of self-approval for
what he was doing for suffering Tezcuco, by giving aid to her
persecuted prince.
* * * * *
Night came on, and the mountaineer's home was enveloped in deep
darkness. The hour was at hand when Hualcoyotl was to be conducted
thence to the hermit's cave. In taking leave of the hunter's family he
had words of kindness for all, especially for Mitla, whom he looked
upon as a deliverer, and toward whom he felt a profound sense of
gratitude. He could not forget that her quick thought and ready hand
had saved him from capture and a subsequent cruel death at the hands of
his enemy, and placed him in the way of a final escape, as he believed,
from his pursuers. Whatever that was worth to him he owed to her.
To Oxie he said, holding up the little bouquet of flowers she had given
him a few hours before:
"I bear away with me this token of your kindness, Oxie. It will soon
fade and pass from my keeping; not so a recollection of the giver.
That," turning to Zoei, "with the remembrance of the peaceful hours I
have enjoyed beneath your hospitable roof, will pass from me only with
my life. Good-by." The next moment he was gone, disappearing with his
conductor in the deep shadows of the night.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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