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
"Why should I be so environed," he soliloquized, "while all the rest of
the world are happy and free? No, not all; my people are neither," he
quickly added, as they rose up before his mind's eye in reproval.
"Yet," he further added, "their lot is preferable to mine."
Shaking off his unhappy feelings, he performed his morning ablutions
and clothed himself preparatory to going into the presence of his
hostess.
When he appeared at the door of his apartment he found a servant there,
who had been sent to conduct him to the eating-room, where breakfast
was waiting, and, better still, the little girl, now grown to woman's
stature, with whom he had romped and raced the hillsides over a hundred
times in the years of his happy boyhood, also waiting to receive him.
But how different were their positions and circumstances at this
meeting. Not children, but man and woman, stood face to face.
"Itlza!" exclaimed he, with surprise and admiration depicted on his
countenance and expressed in his voice, advancing toward her at the
same time.
A momentary confusion came over the maiden, and she stood undecided how
to act. The last time she saw him he was only a youth and she scarcely
more than a child. Now he was a great, strong man, with intellectual
superiority stamped on every feature, and dignity in every motion,
while she had bloomed into a coy and blushing young woman, a sufficient
cause for confusion in one so little acquainted with the world as she.
He saw her embarrassment, and coming close to her, said:
"Has the little girl I once knew so well, and for whom I held a most
tender regard, but who has now grown away from me, no word of welcome
for her childhood friend?"
This gave Itlza time to recover, and she began a reply by saying:
"Our noble prince--"
"No, no; Itlza! address me not thus," he said, quickly interrupting
her, and speaking earnestly. "I pray you, call me anything but that in
this hour of a renewal of our friendship. I like it not, coming from
your lips."
"Hualcoyotl, then, if it please you," she replied, smiling at his
earnestness.
"That is better, for it has in it the echo of a friendship I do not
forget," said he, interrupting her again; "a friendship, the memory of
which is very dear to me."
"You are very good, not to have forgotten your little friend after so
long a time," she replied. "Since I realize the change which has come
to both of us, it seems like a dream to have known you. Hualcoyotl, who
stands before me now, is not the Hualcoyotl I remember; he was only a
boy. When I saw you enter, confusion came upon me; I knew not whether I
should salute you as our prince, or greet you as an old friend."
She had recovered her composure, and spoke with ease.
"Your surprise was not greater than my own when I beheld, not my little
girl friend of other years, but a pretty young woman waiting to receive
me," was his gallant reply.
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