A Prince of Anahuac: A Histori-traditional Story Antedating the Aztec Empire — John Shaqi
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
Protected in this thorough manner, the people had no fear of
depredators, and took no precautions against them. No bolts, bars or
other fastenings, as a protection, were to be found on their doors,
when doors were used; in fact, more times than otherwise, only a
curtain shielded the privacy of a home from the outside world. They
felt as secure with an open door as the most enlightened Christian
citizen would amid the highest order of civilization, behind his locks
and bolts, supplemented by the latest improved burglar-alarm.
We now return to Zelmonco villa. We find it wrapped in deepest silence;
the inmates are lost in the oblivion of sleep; the birds that make glad
its environs under the light of day are perched in confidence and
security on their chosen limb. The hour is that in which Nature wraps
with sleep her children closest 'round about--the midnight hour, silent
and solemn.
At this unseemly time two shadowy forms steal noiselessly into the park
at the foot of the hill, and pause in an attitude of listening. No
sound is heard, save the beating of a heart by each. After satisfying
themselves that no living thing is astir within their hearing, they
move cautiously up toward the house; and presently, when near its
entrance, pass within the protecting shadow of a thickly foliaged tree
and stop.
* * * * *
Before leaving the weaver's cottage, Hualcoyotl had decided to stop at
Zelmonco villa, where he purposed remaining over one day, while Oza
would be sent on to communicate with a good friend--a loyal Tezcucan
who lived a short day's journey toward the mountains--to inform him of
the prince's perilous situation and desire to find shelter and
concealment with him for a few hours.
The night was not dark, for the stars were shining very brightly, as
they always seem to in the clear sky of that sunny clime. To the
fugitives their luster appeared to be remarkably brilliant, causing
them to shun the roadways for fear of discovery and arrest; as a
consequence, halts and frequent change of course made their progress
slow, and the hour of their arrival at the villa late.
The reader has, no doubt, guessed who it was that entered Zelmonco park
at midnight, and, passing up to the villa, paused in the shadow of a
tree near its entrance.
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