The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.Bird, Robert Montgomery
History
The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
She perceived that the Mexican lady who, each morning, for the first
fortnight of her captivity, (after which time she was seen no more,)
commenced the ceremonies of salutation, so humble, and indeed to her so
irksome, must be of the highest rank,--perhaps the queen of Guatimozin
himself; though it seemed improbable that one so exalted would
condescend to homage so servile. She was conscious also, that the six
maidens who attended upon this princess were of no mean rank; for though
they frequently remained in the hall, engaged in labour, like the rest,
it was clear that the others looked upon them with the greatest
deference. Of these she had long singled out one who was superior to the
others in beauty and mildness of countenance; and it seemed to her that
this one, in going through the morning ceremony, endeavoured to make her
sensible that she did so with sincerity and feeling. Thus, besides
placing Magdalena's hand on her head, she carried it also to her lips,
expressing as much desire as her countenance could convey, to be
esteemed the Christian's friend.
These things almost escaped Magdalena's notice at first; but she
afterwards remembered them, and strove to respond with manifestations of
similar inclination. She observed, however, that the maiden gradually
changed from tranquillity to melancholy, as if something preyed upon her
spirits. She repeated, indeed, her salutation each morning, but it was
no longer with smiles, and with a disposition to linger about
Magdalena's person. On the contrary, she retired without delay to a
little nook under a window, where she continued her task among feathers
and flowers, seldom stirring from the spot. It was evident to the
penetrating eye of Magdalena, that the Indian maiden was wasting away
under some grief as poignant and enduring as her own; and though she
attributed it only to some of the evils of war, the commencement of
which had long since been indicated by the distant explosions of
artillery, she was the more favourably impressed by the damsel's
emotion, since none of the others seemed to share it, nor to betray
either fear or anxiety.
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