Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
Now as has been said, some of these Otomie clans had joined the
Tlascalans, and as their allies had taken part in the war on the side
of the Spaniards, therefore it was decided at a solemn council that
Otomie and I her husband should go on an embassy to the chief town of
the nation, that was known as the City of Pines, and strive to win it
back to the Aztec standard.
Accordingly, heralds having been sent before us, we started upon our
journey, not knowing how we should be received at the end of it. For
eight days we travelled in great pomp and with an ever-increasing
escort, for when the tribes of the Otomie learned that their princess
was come to visit them in person, bringing with her her husband, a man
of the Teules who had espoused the Aztec cause, they flocked in vast
numbers to swell her retinue, so that it came to pass that before we
reached the City of Pines we were accompanied by an army of at least
ten thousand mountaineers, great men and wild, who made a savage music
as we marched. But with them and with their chiefs as yet we held no
converse except by way of formal greeting, though every morning when we
started on our journey, Otomie in a litter and I on a horse that had
been captured from the Spaniards, they set up shouts of salutation and
made the mountains ring. Ever as we went the land like its people grew
wilder and more beautiful, for now we were passing through forests clad
with oak and pine and with many a lovely plant and fern. Sometimes we
crossed great and sparkling rivers and sometimes we wended through
gorges and passes of the mountains, but every hour we mounted higher,
till at length the climate became like that of England, only far more
bright. At last on the eighth day we passed through a gorge riven in
the red rock, which was so narrow in places that three horsemen could
scarcely have ridden there abreast. This gorge, that is five miles
long, is the high road to the City of Pines, to which there was no
other access except by secret paths across the mountains, and on either
side of it are sheer and towering cliffs that rise to heights of
between one and two thousand feet.
“Here is a place where a hundred men might hold an army at bay,” I said
to Otomie, little knowing that it would be my task to do so in a day to
come.
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