[Montezuma’s Daughter by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookMontezuma’s Daughter CHAPTER XIV 9/15
This may have been but a passing mood of hers and one soon put out of mind, for it is certain that few build up the temples of their lives upon some firm foundation of hope or hate, of desire or despair, though it has happened to me to do so, but rather take chance for their architect--and indeed whether they take him or no, he is still the master builder.
Still that Marina did not forget this talk I know, for in after times I heard her remind this very prince of the words that had passed between them, ay, and heard his noble answer to her. Now I have but one more thing to tell of my stay in Tobasco, and then let me on to Mexico, and to the tale of how Montezuma's daughter became my wife, and of my further dealings with de Garcia. On the day of our departure a great sacrifice of slaves was held upon the teocalli to propitiate the gods, so that they might give us a safe journey, and also in honour of some festival, for to the festivals of the Indians there was no end.
Thither we went up the sides of the steep pyramid, since I must look upon these horrors daily.
When all was prepared, and we stood around the stone of sacrifice while the multitude watched below, that fierce paba who once had felt the beatings of my heart, came forth from the sanctuary of the god Quetzal and signed to his companions to stretch the first of the victims on the stone.
Then of a sudden the prince Guatemoc stepped forward, and addressing the priests, pointed to their chief, and said: 'Seize that man!' They hesitated, for though he who commanded was a prince of the blood royal, to lay hands upon a high priest was sacrilege.
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