Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
watches its prey, for it was feared that you would escape to the
Teules, and we, your wives, have been watched also. At this moment
there is a triple ring of guards about the palace, and priests are set
without your doors and beneath the window places. Judge, then, what
chance there is of escape, Teule.”
“Little indeed,” I said, “and yet I know a road. If I kill myself, they
cannot kill me.”
“Nay,” she answered hastily, “what shall that avail you? While you live
you may hope, but once dead, you are dead for ever. Also if you must
die, it is best that you should die by the hand of the priest. Believe
me, though the end is horrible,” and she shuddered, “it is almost
painless, so they say, and very swift. They will not torture you, that
we have saved you, Guatemoc and I, though at first they wished thus to
honour the god more particularly on this great day.”
“O Teule,” Otomie went on, seating herself by me on the bed, and taking
my hand, “think no more of these brief terrors, but look beyond them.
Is it so hard a thing to die, and swiftly? We all must die, to-day, or
to-night, or the next day, it matters little when—and your faith, like
ours, teaches that beyond the grave is endless blessedness. Think then,
my friend, to-morrow you will have passed far from this strife and
turmoil; the struggle and the sorrows and the daily fears for the
future that make the soul sick will be over for you, you will be taken
to your peace, where no one shall disturb you for ever. There you will
find that mother whom you have told me of, and who loved you, and there
perhaps one will join you who loves you better than your mother, mayhap
even _I_ may meet you there, friend,” and she looked up at me
strangely. “The road that you are doomed to walk is dark indeed, but
surely it must be well-trodden, and there is light shining beyond it.
So be a man, my friend, and do not grieve; rejoice rather that at so
early an age you have done with woes and doubts, and come to the gates
of joy, that you have passed the thorny, unwatered wilderness and see
the smiling lakes and gardens, and among them the temples of your
eternal city.
“And now farewell. We meet no more till the hour of sacrifice, for we
women who masquerade as wives must accompany you to the first platforms
of the temple. Farewell, dear friend, and think upon my words; whether
they are acceptable to you or no, I am sure of this, that both for the
sake of your own honour and because I ask it of you, you will die
bravely as though the eyes of your own people were watching all.” And
bending suddenly, Otomie kissed me on the forehead gently as a sister
might, and was gone.
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