Is she not terrible in death ?' As he spoke the words and turned to go, a sound of doleful wailing came from the direction of the mountain, a very wild and unearthly sound that caused the blood in my veins to stand still.

Now Montezuma caught my arm in his fear, and we gazed together on Ixtac, and it seemed to us that this wonder happened.

For in that red and fearful light the red figure of the sleeping woman arose, or appeared to rise, from its bier of stone.

It arose slowly like one who awakes from sleep, and presently it stood upright upon the mountain's brow, towering high into the air.
There it stood a giant and awakened corpse, its white wrappings stained with blood, and we trembled to see it.
For a while the wraith remained thus gazing towards the city of Tenoctitlan, then suddenly it threw its vast arms upward as though in grief, and at that moment the night rushed in upon it and covered it, while the sound of wailing died slowly away.
'Say, Teule,' gasped the emperor, 'do I not well to be afraid when such portents as these meet my eyes day by day?
Hearken to the lamentations in the city; we have not seen this sight alone.

Listen how the people cry aloud with fear and the priests beat their drums to avert the omen.
Weep on, ye people, and ye priests pray and do sacrifice; it is very fitting, for the day of your doom is upon you.