Hell yawns
for you and Earth refuses you because of your sins, and the remnant
that remains shall be slaves from generation to generation, till the
vengeance is accomplished!'
Having cried thus with a great voice, Cuitlahua fell back upon the
cushions, and before the frightened leech who tended him could lift his
head, he had passed beyond the troubles of this earth. But the words
which he had spoken remained fixed in the hearts of those who heard
them, though they were told to none except to Guatemoc.
Thus then in my presence and in that of Otomie died Cuitlahua, emperor
of the Aztecs, when he had reigned but fifteen weeks. Once more the
nation mourned its king, the chief of many a thousand of its children
whom the pestilence swept with him to the 'Mansions of the Sun,' or
perchance to the 'darkness behind the Stars.'
But the mourning was not for long, for in the urgency of the times it
was necessary that a new emperor should be crowned to take command of
the armies and rule the nation. Therefore on the morrow of the burial of
Cuitlahua the council of the four electors was convened, and with them
lesser nobles and princes to the number of three hundred, and I among
them in the right of my rank as general, and as husband of the princess
Otomie. There was no great need of deliberation, indeed, for though the
names of several were mentioned, the princes knew that there was but one
man who by birth, by courage, and nobility of mind, was fitted to cope
with the troubles of the nation.
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