Now a deathly sickness took me and I shut my eyes dreaming that all was done, but at that moment I heard a wild-eyed man, the chief of the astronomers whom I had noted standing by, call out to the minister of death: 'Not yet, O priest of Tezeat! If you smite before the sunbeam lies upon the victim's heart, your gods are doomed and doomed are the people of Anahuac.' The priest gnashed his teeth with rage, and glared first at the creeping point of light and then over his shoulder at the advancing battle.
Slowly the ring of warriors closed in upon us, slowly the golden ray crept up my breast till its outer rim touched the red circle painted upon my heart.

Again the priest heaved up his awful knife, again I shut my eyes, and again I heard the shrill scream of the astronomer, 'Not yet, not yet, or your gods are doomed!' Then I heard another sound.

It was the voice of Otomie crying for help.
'Save us, Teules; they murder us!' she shrieked in so piercing a note that it reached the ears of the Spaniards, for one shouted in answer and in the Castilian tongue, 'On, my comrades, on! The dogs do murder on their altars!' Then there was a mighty rush and the defending Aztecs were swept in upon the altar, lifting the priest of sacrifice from his feet and throwing him across my body.

Thrice that rush came like a rush of the sea, and each time the stand of the Aztecs weakened.

Now their circle was broken and the swords of the Spaniards flashed up on every side, and now the red ray lay within the ring upon my heart.
'Smite, priest of Tezcat,' screamed the voice of the astronomer; 'smite home for the glory of your gods!' With a fearful yell the priest lifted the knife; I saw the golden sunbeam that rested full upon my heart shine on it.