Now some shrieked and fled, and some stood still
till they were cut down, but whether they stayed or ran the end was the
same, for the gates were guarded and the wall was too high to climb.
There they were slaughtered every man of them, and may God, who sees
all, reward their murderers! It was soon over; within ten minutes of
the waving of the cloth, those six hundred men were stretched upon the
pavement dead or dying, and with shouts of victory the Spaniards were
despoiling their corpses of the rich ornaments they had worn.
Then I turned to Guatemoc and said, 'It seems that you did well not to
join in yonder revel.'
But Guatemoc made no answer. He stared at the dead and those who had
murdered them, and said nothing. Only Otomie spoke: 'You Christians are
a gentle people,' she said with a bitter laugh; 'it is thus that you
repay our hospitality. Now I trust that Montezuma, my father, is pleased
with his guests. Ah! were I he, every man of them should lie on the
stone of sacrifice. If our gods are devils as you say, what are those
who worship yours?'
Then at length Guatemoc said, 'Only one thing remains to us, and that is
vengeance. Montezuma has become a woman, and I heed him no more, nay,
if it were needful, I would kill him with my own hand. But two men are
still left in the land, Cuitlahua, my uncle, and myself.
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