Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
Then I turned my face homewards, for now Anahuac had no king to rescue,
but it chanced that before I went I caught a Tlascalan who could speak
Spanish, and who had deserted from the army of Cortes because of the
hardships that he suffered in their toilsome march. This man was
present at the murder of Guatemoc and his companions, and heard the
Emperor’s last words. It seems that some knave had betrayed to Cortes
that an attempt would be made to rescue the prince, and that thereon
Cortes commanded that he should be hung. It seems also that Guatemoc
met his death as he had met the misfortunes of his life, proudly and
without fear. These were his last words: “I did ill, Malinche, when I
held my hand from taking my own life before I surrendered myself to
you. Then my heart told me that all your promises were false, and it
has not lied to me. I welcome my death, for I have lived to know shame
and defeat and torture, and to see my people the slaves of the Teule,
but still I say that God will reward you for this deed.”
Then they murdered him in the midst of a great silence.
And so farewell to Guatemoc, the most brave, the best and the noblest
Indian that ever breathed, and may the shadow of his tormentings and
shameful end lie deep upon the fame of Cortes for so long as the names
of both of them are remembered among men!
For two more months I journeyed homeward and at length I reached the
City of Pines, well though wearied, and having lost only forty men by
various misadventures of travel, to find Otomie in good health, and
overjoyed to know me safe whom she thought never to see again. But when
I told her what was the end of her cousin Guatemoc she grieved
bitterly, both for his sake and because the last hope of the Aztec was
gone, and she would not be comforted for many days.
CHAPTER XXXIII
ISABELLA DE SIGUENZA IS AVENGED
For many years after the death of Guatemoc I lived with Otomie at peace
in the City of Pines. Our country was poor and rugged, and though we
defied the Spaniards and paid them no tribute, now that Cortes had gone
back to Spain, they had no heart to attempt our conquest. Save some few
tribes that lived in difficult places like ourselves, all Anahuac was
in their power, and there was little to gain except hard blows in the
bringing of a remnant of the people of the Otomie beneath their yoke,
so they let us be till a more convenient season. I say of a remnant of
the Otomie, for as time went on many clans submitted to the Spaniards,
till at length we ruled over the City of Pines alone and some leagues
of territory about it. Indeed it was only love for Otomie and respect
for the shadow of her ancient race and name, together with some
reverence for me as one of the unconquerable white men, and for my
skill as a general, that kept our following together.
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