The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.Bird, Robert Montgomery
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The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
"How shall I answer? Ipalnemoani[13] is the maker of life; it is the
king who takes it. Olin-pilli is forgotten."
[Footnote 13: One of the titles of the Supreme God, (_Teotl_,) who was
not worshipped directly, but through the medium of his agents, the
inferior divinities.]
"Ay then, let him sleep; and to thy work, infidel, to thy work. Will
Guatimozin have peace? He is somewhat late of decision; but the great
monarch of Spain, who sends me to speak with him, and to enforce the
vassalage acknowledged by Montezuma, is merciful. Speak, then, and
quickly. My ships are on the lake, my soldiers are thicker than the
reeds on its banks, and fiercer than its waters, when the torrents rush
down from the mountains. Will he have the blood of his people flow
through the streets, as the waters of an inundation, when the dikes are
broken? Speak then, Lord of Death; will Guatimozin acknowledge himself
the king's vassal, pay tribute, and govern his empire in peace?"
"Hear the words of Guatimozin," said the ambassador, beckoning to the
Tlameme to open their packs: "The king sends you the history of his
land,"--taking up, from among many books, which made the contents of the
first bundle, a volume of hieroglyphics, and displaying its pictured
pages: "He has searched for the time when the king of Castile was the
lord of his people; but it is not written. How then shall he kiss the
earth before the Teuctli? He has sought to find to what race, besides
the race of heaven, the men of Mexico have paid tribute: It is not
written,--except this,--that once, when his fathers were poor and few,
the men of Cojohuacan called on them for tribute, and they paid it in
the skulls of their foes. The men of Castile call for tribute:
Guatimozin sends them such tribute as his fathers paid; here it
is--twelve skulls of the dogs of Chalco, taken in the act of rebellion."
And as he spoke, the grinning orbs rolled under his foot against the
platform.
"Hah!" cried Cortes, starting up, with as much admiration as wrath, for
he was keenly alive to every burst of audacious and heroic daring, "is
not this a merlin of a royal stock, that will try buffets with an eagle?
But, pho! the young man is besotted."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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