They will never receive him." The queen raised her head from the couch.
"We must not build on that, Amenche.

He comes, sent here by the whites; and when Mexico dares not rise against them, you may be sure that the people here will not dare to provoke their anger.
Besides, who have they to lead them?
Was not Cacama betrayed by his own nobles?
Let us send for Cuitcatl, and hear what he advises us." Cuitcatl, on his arrival, was so thunderstruck on hearing that Montezuma had so debased himself, to the Spaniards, as to depose his own nephew, whose only fault was patriotism, and who had been endeavoring to effect his rescue, that he was for a minute or two speechless with indignation.
"The gods have, indeed, deserted us," he said; "when they have turned a monarch who was considered brave and honorable into a base slave.

May their vengeance fall upon him! May the curse of our ruined country descend upon the man who is the real author of our misfortunes!" "Do you think, Cuitcatl," Amenche asked, "that the people will receive this usurper ?" "I fear, indeed, that they will do so," he replied.

"Montezuma has appointed him, and Montezuma's name still has power.

At any rate, it will afford them an excuse for submission.