As he journeyed, he was preceded by boys playing the flute. Thus he reached a certain spot, where he sat upon a stone by the wayside, and wept for the loss of Tollan. The marks of his hands remained upon the stone, and the tears he dropped pierced it through. To the day of the Conquest these impressions on the solid rock were pointed out. At the fountain of Cozcapan, sorcerers met him, minded to prevent his departure:-- "Where are you going?" they asked. "Why have you left your capital? In whose care is it? Who will perform the sacred rites?" But Quetzalcoatl answered:-- "You can in no manner hinder my departure. I have no choice but to go." The sorcerers asked again: "Whither are you going?" "I am going," replied Quetzalcoatl, "to Tlapallan. I have been sent for. The Sun calls me." "Go, then, with good luck," said they. "But leave with us the art of smelting silver, of working stone and wood, of painting, of weaving feathers and other such arts." Thus they robbed him, and taking the rich jewels he carried with him he cast them into the fountain, whence it received its name _Cozcapan_, Jewels in the Water. Again, as he journeyed, a sorcerer met him, who asked him his destination:-- "I go," said Quetzalcoatl, "to Tlallapan." "And luck go with you," replied the sorcerer, "but first take a drink of this wine." "No," replied Quetzalcoatl, "not so much as a sip." "You must taste a little of it," said the sorcerer, "even if it is by force. To no living person would I give to drink freely of it. I intoxicate them all. Come and drink of it." Quetzalcoatl took the wine and drank of it through a reed, and as he drank he grew drunken and fell in the road, where he slept and snored. Thus he passed from place to place, with various adventures. His servants were all dwarfs or hunchbacks, and in crossing the Sierra Nevada they mostly froze to death. By drawing a line across the Sierra he split it in two and thus made a passage. He plucked up a mighty tree and hurling it through another, thus formed a cross. At another spot he caused underground houses to be built, which were called Mictlancalco, At the House of Darkness. At length he arrived at the sea coast where he constructed a raft of serpents, and seating himself on it as in a canoe, he moved out to sea. No one knows how or in what manner he reached Tlapallan.[1] [Footnote 1: These myths are from the third book of Sahagun's _Historia de las Cosas de Nueva España_. They were taken down in the original Nahuatl, by him, from the mouth of the natives, and he gives them word for word, as they were recounted.]