Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
On the morrow of this talk I could leave my bed, and within a week I
was almost well. Now it was that Guatemoc came to me again, saying that
he had been bidden by Cuitlahua the emperor, to command me to accompany
him, Guatemoc, on a service of trust and secrecy. And indeed the nature
of the service showed how great a confidence the leaders of the Aztecs
now placed in me, for it was none other than the hiding away of the
treasure that had been recaptured from the Spaniards on the Night of
Fear, and with it much more from the secret stores of the empire.
At the fall of darkness we started, some of the great lords, Guatemoc
and I, and coming to the water’s edge, we found ten large canoes, each
laden with something that was hidden by cotton cloths. Into these
canoes we entered secretly, thinking that none saw us, three to a
canoe, for there were thirty of us in all, and led by Guatemoc, we
paddled for two hours or more across the Lake Tezcuco, till we reached
the further shore at a spot where this prince had a fair estate. Here
we landed, and the cloths were withdrawn from the cargoes of the
canoes, which were great jars and sacks of gold and jewels, besides
many other precious objects, among them a likeness of the head of
Montezuma, fashioned in solid gold, which was so heavy that it was as
much as Guatemoc and I could do to lift it between us. As for the jars,
of which, if my memory serves me, there were seventeen, six men must
carry each of them by the help of paddles lashed on either side, and
then the task was not light. All this priceless stuff we bore in
several journeys to the crest of a rise some six hundred paces distant
from the water, setting it down by the mouth of a shaft behind the
shelter of a mound of earth. When everything was brought up from the
boats, Guatemoc touched me and another man, a great Aztec noble, born
of a Tlascalan mother, on the shoulder, asking us if we were willing to
descend with him into the hole, and there to dispose of the treasure.
“Gladly,” I answered, for I was curious to see the place, but the noble
hesitated awhile, though in the end he came with us, to his
ill-fortune.
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