That must come when peace is restored, and we carry Cacama's ashes to be laid with his father's, at Tezcuco.

Bathalda and some of the slaves have already started to bring in wood for the funeral pile.

All will be ready by sunrise, tomorrow." Roger's wounds were dressed, by one of the slaves who was skilled in all operations connected with wounds; and he slept, without once waking, until Cuitcatl came to him in the morning and bade him arise, as all was ready for the ceremony of Cacama's cremation.
The rule in Mexico was that, on the death of anyone, the body was attired in the garments peculiar to his tutelary deity; but Cacama was dressed, simply, in the robe indicating his rank.
"You see," Amenche said, when Roger joined them; "we have dressed him in a warrior's robes, not in those of a Lord of Tezcuco; for we have none such here.

Nor have we attired him in the garments of our god.

For Cacama, as you know, worshiped chiefly the great Unknown God, in whom his grandfather believed; who is Lord of all the gods, and of all peoples; and who must be the same, Roger, that you white people worship." "No doubt He is the same," Roger said; "and I am glad, Amenche, that you and your brother have already come to love Him.