'Most noble Cuitlahua, and you lords and princes.

You honour me by asking my counsel, and it is this in few words and brief.
You waste your strength by hurling your armies continually against stone walls and the weapons of the Teules.

So you shall not prevail against them.

Your devices must be changed if you would win victory.

The Spaniards are like other men; they are no gods as the ignorant imagine, and the creatures on which they ride are not demons but beasts of burden, such as are used for many purposes in the land where I was born.
The Spaniards are men I say, and do not men hunger and thirst?
Cannot men be worn out by want of sleep, and be killed in many ways?
Are not these Teules already weary to the death?
This then is my word of comfort to you.