A SON OF THE HOUSE OF TITCALA
During the progress of this fierce and sanguinary battle Huetzin slept
peacefully as a child, and not until after the return of the weary,
but victorious, Spaniards to their camp did he wake. In the earlier
hours of the day Marina, from the roof of the temple in which he lay,
watched the progress of the fight with a fearful interest that was yet
divided in its loyalty. She had cast her lot with these strangers, who
had rescued her from slavery, and treated her with courtesy. But for
the shelter of their camps she was homeless, and but for their strong
arms she was without a protector in the world. And yet, those with whom
they now fought were of her own race. The defeat of either side would
fill her with sadness. Would that they might be friends rather than
enemies! Then, indeed, would she rejoice! How might such a happy result
be brought about? What could she do to further it?
In spite of these crowding thoughts, and in spite of the thrilling
interest of the battle raging with varying fortunes below her, the girl
was not so unmindful of her duty but that she descended several times
to look after the welfare of her patients. On one of these occasions,
though the young courier still slept, she found him muttering
incoherently, and, to her amazement his words were spoken in the Mayan
tongue.
When Huetzin awoke, greatly refreshed and possessed of all his
faculties, he lay motionless for a while, bewildered by his
surroundings and striving to account for the strange sights and sounds
about him. Many other wounded men lay on the floor of the room in which
he now found himself, and, ministering to their wants were a number
of women. He could see that while the former were of a strange race,
the women were of Anahuac. Strange weapons, such as he had never seen,
were scattered on all sides, and he heard rough voices speaking in an
unknown tongue. He had thought, or dreamed, that his sister Tiata was
with him, but now he looked for her in vain, and heaved a deep sigh
that it must have been a dream.
Suddenly he realized that the wounded men about him were white and
bearded. It flashed into his mind that they must be of those whom his
father had termed the "White Conquerors." Gradually the past came back
to him. He remembered his own flight from Tenochtitlan, the courier,
and his despatches telling of war between these strangers and the
Tlascalans. He recalled his own determination, and his efforts to
reach Tlascala in time to put an end to fighting before either side
should be conquered. Then came a vision of terrible beings, armed with
gleaming weapons, pursuing a crowd of fleeing natives through the
streets of a Tlascalan village he had just entered. He recalled his
dismay at sight of them, and his resolution in spite of it to intercede
with their leader and beg him to stay the hands of his followers. After
that all was blank.
Huetzin's head throbbed, and he raised his hand to it. He felt that he
had been wounded; but how, or by whom, he knew not. Had he, too, been
fighting? He tried to rise, but fell back, amazed and indignant at his
own weakness. As though the movement had attracted attention, one of
the women hastened to where he lay and knelt beside him. She was young
and beautiful, even more so than Tiata he thought, as he gazed into her
face. She spoke soothingly to him, and, to his surprise, her words were
in the Mayan tongue, which was also that of the Toltecs, and had been
taught him by his father. Then she left him, but soon returned bringing
broth and wine, of which he drank eagerly.
He asked her, in the Mayan language, who she was, and where they were,
receiving for answer that she was Marina, and that they were in the
camp of the Christians, from whom he had naught to fear. Then, saying
that he must talk no more but must again sleep, she left him, and when
he slept he dreamed of one called Marina, who was beautiful, more
beautiful even than Tiata.
When the young Toltec next awoke, another day had come, and his
strength was so far recovered that he sat up, and felt that he might
walk if he were allowed to try. As he sat gazing with eager curiosity
upon those about him, Marina came again, bringing him food, of which
he ate heartily, but still forbidding him to rise. Then they talked
together, and he told her, unreservedly, who he was, of his father's
brave death in Tenochtitlan, of his own escape from a like fate, and
why he had come to Tlascala.
Marina was amazed, and yet rejoiced, at what she heard. It seemed to
her that through the influence of this stranger her own cherished hope
of an alliance between Tlascala and the Spaniards might be brought
about. Filled with this thought the girl spoke little of herself, but
told him of what had taken place since the arrival of the conquerors in
the republic, of the terrible battles already fought and her fears that
more were to follow. Then she begged him to think of some way by which
the fighting might be ended and peace declared.
While they talked a young man entered the place, and came directly to
where they were. At sight of him Marina told Huetzin that it was he
who had saved him from death and brought him to this place. Thereupon
the young Toltec seized the other's hand and kissed it, and said many
grateful things that were not understood. Then Marina, speaking in
Spanish, of which by this time she had acquired a fair command, told
Sandoval the story of Huetzin's escape from the altars of Tenochtitlan
in so vivid a manner that, when she finished, the listener crossed
himself and uttered a pious ejaculation of amazement.
Nor was he less amazed when Huetzin excitedly sprang to his feet and
asked if he too were a Toltec? If not, how came he to know and use the
holy sign of the God of the Four Winds?
When the purport of this question was explained to Sandoval, he
answered that he most certainly was not a Toltec, but was a Spaniard,
and that the sign, just made by him was that of the cross, the sacred
symbol of the Christian religion. Then, in turn, he bade Marina ask
Huetzin whether he were a Christian, and, if not, how it came that he
had made use of that same sign upon the occasion of their first meeting?
Without hesitation the other answered that while he knew not the
meaning of the term Christian, he had made the sign of the cross, which
was also the symbol of the god of his fathers, when he thought himself
dying. He added that his warrior father had made the same sign as his
last conscious act, and that, since it represented the religion of the
white conquerors, both they and he must worship the same gods.
The translation of these words aroused the deepest interest in the mind
of Sandoval, who recalled the ancient stone crosses that the Spaniards
had seen and marvelled at in the land of the Mayas. After some
reflection he bade Marina ask if the gods worshipped by Huetzin were
not also those of the Aztecs? The young man replied, indignantly, that
they were not, adding that the gods of his Toltec fathers abhorred the
bloody rites and human sacrifices of the Aztec priesthood, and demanded
only offerings of fruits, flowers, and on great occasions the blood of
beasts. He also explained that as his father's life had been devoted to
the overthrow of the cruel Aztec gods, so should his own be devoted.
When this was understood by Sandoval, his eyes sparkled with gladness,
and, grasping Huetzin's hand, he exclaimed: "Now I know for what
great purpose I was moved to save thy life! Henceforth shall we be as
brothers! Thy quarrel shall be mine, and mine thine! When thou art
recovered thy full strength I will arm thee as becomes a Christian,
and teach thee to fight as a Christian. In token of this thou shalt
hereafter be called 'Juan,' which was the name of my own brother, now
dwelling with the saints in glory."
Although Huetzin failed at the time to comprehend these words, he read
the sentiment expressed in the other's face, understood the meaning
of the sturdy hand-grasp, and was filled with a great joy. This was
the end of conversation for the present; and, at Marina's suggestion,
Huetzin was again left to rest.
That night the Tlascalans made an attack on the Spanish camp; and when
the defenders returned from repelling it Sandoval was greatly concerned
to learn, from Marina, that his newly adopted brother had disappeared,
leaving no trace of where he had gone. To her news the Indian maiden
added, mysteriously, that she did not believe they had seen the last of
him; but she could not be persuaded to name her reason for so thinking.
By these repeated attacks not only was the Spanish force constantly
weakened, but many of its members were so disheartened that they became
clamorous for Cortes to give over his hopeless attempt to reach the
Aztec capital, and lead them back to the coast. If this petty mountain
republic could offer such determined opposition to their progress,
what might they not expect from the powerful nation whom they had yet
to meet? was the question that even the undaunted leader found it
difficult to answer. At the same time the camp was filled with rumors
of the gathering, for their destruction, of another Tlascalan army,
greater and more formidable than any they had yet encountered. Food was
becoming scarce with them, for they had wasted the neighborhood with
fire and sword, there was much sickness in camp, and even the White
Conqueror himself was ill of a fever, aggravated by anxiety.
The affairs of the Spaniards stood thus for several days: but one
morning, when gloom and despair had wellnigh reached their climax,
the camp was gladdened by the approach of a small but imposing body
of Tlascalan chiefs, wearing white badges, indicative of a peaceful
errand. At their head walked a young man whose noble appearance and
martial bearing attracted admiration even from the Spaniards. Over a
cuirass of golden scales he wore a magnificent feather cloak, in which
were harmoniously blended the most brilliant colors. Boots of tanned
leather, ornamented with gold and jewels, reached to his thighs. On
his head he wore a golden casque, decorated with the graceful plumes
of a white heron. This, and the colors of his cloak, designated him as
belonging to the house of Titcala. His only weapon was a Spanish sword
of the finest Toledo steel, which was recognized to be the one sent as
a present by Cortes to the Tlascalans with his first embassy.
Proudly advancing between the curious but orderly ranks of Spanish
soldiers, to where Cortes stood, surrounded by his captains, and
with Marina near at hand to act as interpreter, the young man made
respectful obeisance by touching the ground with his hand and raising
it to his head. Then he said:
"My Lord Malinche (the native name for Cortes) I am commissioned by the
Great Council of Tlascala to invite you, with your army, to become the
honored guests of their city, and there discuss with them the terms of
a solemn treaty of peace and alliance. Even now Xicoten, the war chief
of all Tlascalan armies, follows me to pledge his friendship, and urge
your acceptance of this invitation."
Then for a moment, forgetful of the dignity of his position, the young
man turned to Sandoval, and lifting that sturdy soldier's hand to his
lips, exclaimed: "My brother, to whom I owe my life, now will we indeed
fight side by side!" to which the astonished captain replied, though in
nowise comprehending the other's words:
"By the holy St. Jago! it is no other than Huetzin, my young Toltec,
the captive of my bow and spear!"