The close and intimate relation of tutor and pupil, which was sustained
between Itzalmo and Hualcoyotl for so long a period, gives the
character of the former a certain degree of prominence. We, therefore,
at this point, return to the Tezcucan palace to follow for a brief time
the fortunes, or more fittingly the misfortunes, of the old servitor.
By reason of the peculiar and unfortunate circumstances which
surrounded him, the old preceptor was brought under the malicious
displeasure of the king, and caused to suffer for his fidelity to his
young master. Before entering on an account of what befell him, a few
preliminary references will be necessary.
The king's officer, after reporting the failure of the expedition sent
out to destroy Hualcoyotl, returned to Tezcuco and established himself
in the palace with a view to prosecuting the search for him.
The attendants of the prince's limited household were not disturbed,
except being required to serve the officer and his men.
Itzalmo retired to his apartment, out of which he was seldom seen.
The idea that the prince was concealed somewhere in the palace was soon
abandoned, and for a few days nothing occurred to cause commotion or
interrupt the quiet of the place. Thus matters stood, when one morning
a soldier accidentally came upon the secret door through which the
prince made his escape. The discovery was reported to the officer, who,
after making a thorough investigation, in turn reported it to the king.
The officer, in advising the king of the discovery, also reported
Itzalmo as, in his opinion, having knowledge of the prince's
whereabouts. Maxtla instructed him to question the old man with a view
to gaining such information as would lead to the capture of the
fugitive. If he refused to impart the desired information, the officer
was ordered to bring him before his majesty.
Itzalmo was kept posted with reference to the prince's movements, and
was aware of his having gone to seek refuge in the mountains. He was
sorely troubled because of the perils to which his _protégé_ would be
exposed, and he no longer at hand to advise and assist him. No thought
of impending danger to himself had entered his mind. His concern for
his young master had caused him to entirely overlook such a
contingency.
It was about noon of the day following that on which Hualcoyotl left
the weaver's cottage that the old Tezcucan received a summons to appear
before the king's officer. He was at once aroused to a realization of
the fact that peril might be threatening him. The impression that such
was the case came with so much force that he hesitated for a moment, in
indecision, as to what course he should pursue. It was only for a
moment, for, on second thought, he decided to answer the summons, but
did so with the gravest apprehension. When he entered the officer's
presence, that individual said:
"You are Itzalmo, Prince Hualcoyotl's instructor and adviser, are you
not?"
"I have been, for many years, the prince's preceptor," he replied.
"You have been more than a preceptor to him; you have not only taught,
but directed him by your counsel, and have at all times stood sentinel
over his person. It was you who effected his escape, thus placing
yourself in opposition to the king, in defiance of his authority.
Further than this, I am of opinion that you know where he is concealed,
and have so reported to the king. The secret of his sudden
disappearance is at last in our possession. The hidden door through
which he quit the palace has been disclosed, and the concealed
passageway explored, leaving no doubt as to how he eluded us. As yours
was the directing hand, we advise you to secure immunity from the
penalty of your conduct by revealing to the king the prince's hiding
place. By doing so you will remain undisturbed in your present
quarters; otherwise, the orders are to take you before the king."
"If such are your orders, your duty is plain; perform it. I am in your
power," was Itzalmo's calm reply.
"You refuse to impart the information, do you?" questioned the officer.
"You are answered, for you have said it."
"Such being your decision, you will get ready to accompany me to the
king's palace at once. Here, soldier," he called to one of his men,
"attend Itzalmo to his apartment, and when he is ready, return with him
to this room. Do not tarry, old man," said he, again addressing
Itzalmo. "There is no time to lose, for the day is already more than
half gone."
Guarded by the soldier, Itzalmo went to his room, where he made a
hurried preparation to go to Azcapozalco, before the king. When he was
ready he was reconducted to the officer's presence, and after a short
delay placed in charge of two men, who, with him between them, followed
the officer from the palace.
The distance from Tezcuco to the Tepanec capital was not great, and
yet, to a pedestrian, quite a journey. While to the soldiers it was
only pastime to travel it, to Itzalmo, who was unaccustomed to walking,
it was long and tiresome.
The day was well spent when the party set out, and only a few leagues
were covered when darkness overtook them. The officer was not disposed
to do any traveling after night came on, so on coming to a station
where persons going to and from the capital were wont to stop, he put
up. This was a great relief to Itzalmo, for it divided the journey and
gave him a full night's rest.
They were on the road again at an early hour the next morning, and
arrived at their destination late in the afternoon, after a hard day's
travel. On arriving at the palace grounds, the officer led the way
through a spacious court into the building, going directly to the
audience hall, which was found closed, the king and his council having
retired.
A messenger was dispatched to inform the king of the arrival from
Tezcuco of the officer with Itzalmo.
Maxtla was found in his private apartments, walking back and forth
across the floor in a disturbed and agitated state of mind. It might
well have been said of him: "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown."
He was beginning to realize that his course would prove disastrous to
his authority should he fail in his designs upon the life of his rival.
He was angered to the verge of desperation by the humiliation and
chagrin he felt in consequence of the failure of all his attempts to
destroy the prince. The good Itzalmo had, indeed, fallen under
calamitous circumstances, and could expect only the direst consequences
because of his loyalty to his royal pupil.
The king's slaves were near at hand, listening for his slightest
command, ready to execute it instantly.
The messenger was announced, and, on coming into the presence of his
master, prostrated himself before him, at the same time delivering the
message.
"Arise," said Maxtla, "and return; say that the king will attend."
The messenger withdrew, and the king, after summoning his council,
followed. He entered the audience hall, and ascended to his seat on the
throne. A moment later his advisers filed in, and took their accustomed
places about him. Itzalmo's official conductor now advanced before the
throne, and, making his obeisance, said:
"The orders of the king, with reference to the old instructor of the
Tezcucan prince, have been obeyed. He has refused to impart to your
servant the information asked for, and has been brought here to appear
before your majesty. What is my master's pleasure, concerning him?"
"We would question the old Tezcucan. You will present him before us."
When Itzalmo's official conductor went forward to learn the king's
pleasure with reference to the disposal of his charge he left him in
care of the two soldiers. While awaiting the officer's return the tired
prisoner was permitted to sit down. The journey had left its impress of
weariness upon him, and even a moment off his feet was a welcome
relief.
The old man entertained no hope of clemency, for it was not in his
nature to be else than loyal to his young master, which would bring
upon him the infliction of a most terrible doom--a death of purposely
protracted agony. Yet, as he sat there dumb and motionless, he
presented a perfect picture of stoicism. If a thought in anticipation
of his impending fate disturbed his mind he did not show it. Such a
mind as his, however, could not possibly avoid dwelling upon the
possibilities of the hour; and it naturally followed that, under the
exhibition of supreme indifference which he presented, there was an
active intelligence present, the run of which no move or sign attested.
The officer presently returned, and Itzalmo was told to arise and
follow. A few steps brought him to the throne, where he was presented
before the king and his council. He appeared haggard and worn, yet his
bearing was firm and dignified. He did not forget his duty as a
subject, though an unwilling one, but saluted the king in the usual
manner.
Maxtla bade him rise, and said:
"We are told that you are Itzalmo, the person who has been tutor and
counselor to the prince of Tezcuco. Are we correctly informed?"
"Itzalmo is before the king. He has been the preceptor and servant of
Hualcoyotl, the prince," he answered, decorously.
"We know what your relation to the prince has been, and think you have
served him well," replied Maxtla, rather mildly for him. He had an
object, however, in dealing thus with his prisoner. "We also have
reason to believe that his present place of concealment is known to
you," he continued. "Your presence here is by our order, and the
council's approval. We would obtain from you information which will
lead to the royal fugitive's apprehension. Will you give it?" he
concluded, a little more firmly.
"I am before your majesty because your officer failed to gain the
information you want. Itzalmo is not a woman. Let that suffice for his
answer," he replied fearlessly.
"You will give us the information we want, or suffer the consequence of
your obstinacy," returned the king, his anger rising. "Your hand, old
man, has been the one to defeat, in every instance, the efforts made to
destroy the disturber of our peace. You have forfeited our clemency;
yet if you will tell us where the prince may be found, your life shall
be spared; you shall go free, and have great riches beside. Will you
speak the words which shall give you life, liberty, and wealth, or will
you persist in being obstinate, and bring upon yourself the
consequences of your treasonable conduct?"
"Maxtla is a mighty king; Itzalmo an old man, whose life is of little
account to anyone, least of all to himself. Was his life a thousand
times more valuable than it is, it would yet be as many times too small
a price to purchase that which you ask. Itzalmo has lived true to his
prince, and will die as he has lived. Let Maxtla do his worst; I have
spoken," was the heroic reply of the old Tezcucan.
"You forget, old man, in whose presence you are, and to whom you speak.
Know you, that a word from us would consign you to the sacrifice? Have
a care, or your age may not save you," said the tyrant, his face
darkening with suppressed passion. He paused and looked with an angry
scowl upon the brave and silent man before him. "Hark you, Itzalmo," he
continued, "and mark well what I say; if you give us not the
information we have asked for, it is our decree that you shall starve;
yes, rot, in the lowest and foulest dungeon at our disposal. For the
last time I ask, will you divulge the prince's hiding place?" The
rising wrath of the tyrant was fearful to behold, and would have shaken
the firmness of a less courageous man than Itzalmo; but his answer was
in keeping with his character.
"The threats of Maxtla are to Itzalmo as the play of the idle winds,"
said he. "The king may kill, but he can not force Itzalmo to turn
traitor to his prince. Clemency I do not expect, but death. I am done."
"Take the insolent traitor hence, and put him where the light of the
sun will never reach him. There let him die the death, if he will, inch
by inch. Away with him ere in our wrath we strike him dead," fairly
roared the infuriated and disappointed despot.
Itzalmo was half dragged from the presence of the king and his council,
out of the audience chamber, and down a massive stairway to a wide hall
below; thence back to a narrow, paved court at the rear of the palace.
A flight of stairs led from this court to a hallway below, which ran
far back under the building. The old Tezcucan was hurried down these
stairs and along the hall to another stairway, which led still lower
down to a subterranean passage. Here a light was obtained, and the
party descended. When the passageway was gained, a turn to the left was
made, and directly another. They went quite a distance before changing
their course again, when they entered a narrow avenue leading to the
right, at the end of which were located a number of dungeon cells. Into
one of these Itzalmo was thrust, and informed that nothing but death or
a compliance with the king's demands would deliver him from it.