Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
“Know, O Teule,” said Otomie, for she would call me by the old name
when there were none to hear; “this is the custom of our land, that
every year a young captive should be chosen to be the earthly image of
the god Tezcat, who created the world. Only two things are necessary to
this captive, namely, that his blood should be noble, and that his
person should be beautiful and without flaw or blemish. The day that
you came hither, Teule, chanced to be the day of choosing a new captive
to personate the god, and you have been chosen because you are both
noble and more beautiful than any man in Anahuac, and also because
being of the people of the Teules, the children of Quetzal of whom so
many rumours have reached us, and whose coming my father Montezuma
dreads more than anything in the world, it was thought by the priests
that you may avert their anger from us, and the anger of the gods.”
Now Otomie paused as one who has something to say that she can scarcely
find words to fit, but I, remembering only what had been said, swelled
inwardly with the sense of my own greatness, and because this lovely
princess had declared that I was the most beautiful man in Anahuac, I
who though I was well-looking enough, had never before been called
“beautiful” by man, woman, or child. But in this case as in many
another, pride went before a fall.
“It must be spoken, Teule,” Otomie continued. “Alas! that it should be
I who am fated to tell you. For a year you will rule as a god in this
city of Tenoctitlan, and except for certain ceremonies that you must
undergo, and certain arts which you must learn, none will trouble you.
Your slightest wish will be a law, and when you smile on any, it shall
be an omen of good to them and they will bless you; even my father
Montezuma will treat you with reverence as an equal or more. Every
delight shall be yours except that of marriage, and this will be
withheld till the twelfth month of the year. Then the four most
beautiful maidens in the land will be given to you as brides.”
“And who will choose them?” I asked.
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