Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
For one instant there was silence, then of a sudden the clamour and the
tumult broke out again ten times more furiously than at first. But it
was no longer aimed at us. Otomie had conquered. Her noble words, her
beauty, the tale of our sorrows and the sight of my torments, had done
their work, and the heart of the people was filled with fury against
the Teules who had destroyed their army, and the Tlascalans that had
aided them. Never did the wit and eloquence of a woman cause a swifter
change. They screamed and tore their robes and shook their weapons in
the air. Maxtla strove to speak, but they pulled him down and presently
he was flying for his life. Then they turned upon the Tlascalan envoys
and beat them with sticks, crying:
“This is our answer to Malinche. Run, you dogs, and take it!” till they
were driven from the town.
Now at length the turmoil ceased, and some of the great chiefs came
forward and, kissing the hand of Otomie, said:
“Princess, we your children will guard you to the death, for you have
put another heart into us. You are right; it is better to die free than
to live as slaves.”
“See, my husband,” said Otomie, “I was not mistaken when I told you
that my people were loyal and true. But now we must make ready for war,
for they have gone too far to turn back, and when this tidings comes to
the ears of Malinche he will be like a puma robbed of her young. Now,
let us rest, I am very weary.”
“Otomie,” I answered, “there has lived no greater woman than you upon
this earth.”
“I cannot tell, husband,” she said, smiling; “if I have won your praise
and safety, it is enough for me.”
CHAPTER XXXII
THE END OF GUATEMOC
Now for a while we dwelt in quiet at the City of Pines, and by slow
degrees and with much suffering I recovered from the wounds that the
cruel hand of de Garcia had inflicted upon me. But we knew that this
peace could not last, and the people of the Otomie knew it also, for
had they not scourged the envoys of Malinche out of the gates of their
city? Many of them were now sorry that this had been done, but it was
done, and they must reap as they had sown.
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