On the morrow, it was the last day of the siege, came a fresh embassy from Cortes, asking that Guatemoc should meet him.

The answer was the same, for nothing could conquer that noble spirit.
'Tell him,' said Guatemoc, 'that I will die where I am, but that I will hold no parley with him.

We are helpless, let Cortes work his pleasure on us.' By now all the city was destroyed, and we who remained alive within its bounds were gathered on the causeways and behind the ruins of walls; men, women, and children together.
Here they attacked us again.

The great drum on the teocalli beat for the last time, and for the last time the wild scream of the Aztec warriors went up to heaven.

We fought our best; I killed four men that day with my arrows which Otomie, who was at my side, handed me as I shot.