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
When the time arrived at which he thought he might safely attempt to go
he raised himself to a sitting posture, and looked about him to be
assured that everything was favorable. Nothing could be seen or heard
to deter him from starting at once, and quietly rolling from the
stretcher onto his hands and knees, he crawled slowly and noiselessly
from among the wounded warriors, careless as to whether they were
sleeping or not, so long as his movements were not discovered. He
almost forgot his suffering in the excitement he experienced from the
hope of a possible escape, which grew stronger as, by degrees, he
approached the limits of the camp. After getting safely beyond he
attempted to rise to his feet, but found the exertion too painful to be
endured, and sank back upon the ground, where he lay until the pain
subsided, when he again started off, crawling. He had pursued, as
nearly as he could estimate, a westerly course from the camp, and when
he had gone a short distance farther from it, stopped to look for the
tree alluded to by the boy. He discovered one off to his right, which
he concluded must be the right one, and again resumed his slow and
painful movement in its direction. It proved to be the tree referred
to, for, on coming close to it, he was discovered by the lad, who was
on the watch for him, and seemed highly delighted at his appearance.
"I am so glad!" he exclaimed, "for I feared you would not come."
"What is it to you, boy, whether I come or stay?" asked the tzin,
abruptly.
"It is much to me, which I hope you will live to learn. But now, tzin
Euet, let it be enough for you to know that I am here to help you,"
returned the lad in some confusion, caused by tzin's abruptness.
"But I would like to know who you are, that takes so much interest in
my welfare."
"My name is Hualla, tzin--just Hualla, but you must not question me.
Time is precious to us, and we must hasten. In yonder woods, toward the
lake, we may find security. When we are there you shall know where I
came from."
"I already know where you came from, for I have seen you in our army;
but I would know more: I would know why you are interested in me,"
persisted the tzin.
"We are losing time; let us be off," returned the youth, evasively, and
with increasing anxiety.
"Is there no one with you?" questioned the tzin.
"No one; I am alone."
"My young friend, I can not walk; how then, do you imagine, am I going
to reach those woods without assistance?" Spoken in a tone of
disappointment.
"I will assist you. I am strong, if not very large," was the confident
reply.
"You are very good, Hualla, in being so willing and anxious to help me,
but I fear you will not be equal to the demands which my crippled
condition will require in an effort to gain the cover of yon woods."
"You will let me try, tzin; I may be stronger than you think," said the
lad, taking hold of Euetzin's arm to assist him to rise.
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