I wish that I might change places with you.

My friend, farewell.

Twice you have saved my life, but yours I cannot save.' 'Farewell, Guatemoc,' I answered 'heaven prosper you, for you are a true man.' Then we passed on.
At the foot of the pyramid the procession was formed, and here one of my wives bade me adieu after weeping on my neck, though I did not weep on hers.

Now the road to the summit of the teocalli winds round and round the pyramid, ever mounting higher as it winds, and along this road we went in solemn state.

At each turn we halted and another wife bade me a last good-bye, or one of my instruments of music, which I did not grieve to see the last of, or some article of my strange attire, was taken from me.