Now the sticks that Malinche has used to beat out the brains of Guatemoc shall be broken and burnt to cook the pot of the Teules.

Already these false children are his slaves.

Have you not heard his command, that the tribes his allies shall labour in the quarries and the streets till the glorious city which he has burned rises afresh upon the face of the waters?
Will you not hasten to take your share in the work, people of the Otomie, the work that knows no rest and no reward except the lash of the overseer and the curse of the Teule?
Surely you will hasten, people of the mountains! Your hands are shaped to the spade and the trowel, not to the bow and the spear, and it will be sweeter to toil to do the will and swell the wealth of Malinche in the sun of the valley or the shadow of the mine, than to bide here free upon your hills where as yet no foe has set his foot!' Again she paused, and a murmur of doubt and unrest went through the thousands who listened.

Maxtla stepped forward and would have spoken, but the people shouted him down, crying: 'Otomie, Otomie! Let us hear the words of Otomie.' 'I thank you, my people,' she said, 'for I have still much to tell you.
Our crime is then, that we drew an army after us to fight against the Teules.

And how did we draw this army?
Did I command you to muster your array?
Nay, I set out my case and I said "Now choose." You chose, and of your own free will you despatched those glorious companies that now are dead.