FIRST GLIMPSE OF THE MEXICAN VALLEY
After four hours of fighting and slaughter, Cortes concluded that the
lesson thus given the Cholulans was one that would not be speedily
forgotten. So he withdrew his forces to their own quarters, at the
same time ordering the Tlascalans back to their camp. The mountaineers
bore with them quantities of plunder, mostly things of every-day use
in Cholula, but so rare in the poorer city of Tlascala as to be deemed
luxuries. They also carried off nearly a thousand prisoners whom they
intended to devote to slavery. Through the influence of Huetzin,
who vividly remembered his own sufferings as a prisoner of war, and
recalled the charge given him by the chief of Titcala to be merciful
in the hour of victory, these were ultimately released and allowed to
return to their homes.
The young Toltec, with the permission of Cortes and accompanied by
Sandoval, also visited every temple in the city, and, throwing open the
doors of their cages or dungeons, gave freedom to hundreds of wretched
prisoners who had been doomed to sacrifice. The only service required
of these, in return for their liberty, was that they should bury
the victims of the recent battle. As the dead numbered nearly three
thousand, and as their bodies were exposed to the hot sun in all parts
of the city, their speedy removal was a matter of prime necessity.
In spite of this sad record of fighting, burning, slaughter, and
pillage, no woman or child in all Cholula had been harmed by either
Spaniard or Tlascalan. This fact went so far toward restoring
confidence in the honor and forbearance of the white conquerors that,
when Cortes issued a proclamation inviting all citizens to return to
their homes with an assurance of safety, the invitation was generally
accepted. Thus, within a few days, the city had nearly recovered its
former air of peaceful prosperity. Markets and workshops were reopened,
the streets were filled with a busy population, and only the blackened
ruins lining certain streets remained to tell of the fiery ordeal
through which Cholula had so recently passed.
During this period of peaceful occupation by the conquerors, not only
was no human sacrifice offered to the humbled Aztec gods, but no priest
dared show himself in the presence of Huetzin, the Toltec. From the
hour of his terrible vengeance upon the priests of Quetzal's temple,
he was known through the length and breadth of Anahuac as a bitter
enemy of the Aztec gods and a relentless persecutor of their priests.
He aided in erecting the cross of stone and lime on the summit of the
great teocal, that Sandoval had promised should stand there; and, as he
gazed at it in earliest morning light, or when bathed in the glory of a
setting sun, he felt that the spirits of his ancestors must, indeed, be
regarding his work with approval.
As the news of the punishment inflicted by the white conquerors upon
the treacherous Cholulans spread through the land, numerous embassies
began to pour into the Christian camp, with tenders of allegiance from
provinces and cities, which gladly seized this opportunity for throwing
off the galling Aztec yoke. All brought the same tales of cruelty and
extortion; of oppressive taxation that left them impoverished; of their
young men forced to serve in Montezuma's armies, and of the yearly
tribute of slaves, which they were compelled to furnish from their own
families.
Besides these petty, but always welcome, embassies, there came an
imposing one, laden with presents, from the Aztec king. It brought
assurances of that monarch's distinguished regard for the noble
Spaniards, as well as his regrets for the unfortunate affair of
Cholula. He disclaimed any share in the conspiracy, and rejoiced that
so summary a punishment had been meted out to its authors. He explained
the presence of one of his own armies in the vicinity of the city, on
the ground that it had been sent to protect the Spaniards from any
treachery on the part of their base Tlascalan allies.
Pretending to believe these fair, but false words, Cortes dismissed the
embassy courteously, but without any message to their royal master.
This, he said, he would shortly deliver in person, as he intended to
proceed, without further delay, to Tenochtitlan.
After spending a fortnight in Cholula, and strengthening his position
on all sides, the Spanish commander issued orders for leaving the
sacred city and resuming the march toward the Aztec capital. On a
glorious morning of early November, therefore, the allied forces again
set forth, filled with the high hopes inspired by their recent victory,
and impatient to enter new fields of conquest.
For several leagues their way lay through a smiling country of broad
fields, luxuriant plantations, and thrifty villages, watered by
numerous clear streams pouring down from the adjacent mountains. During
their passage through this pleasant land Huetzin heard frequent rumors
from friendly Indians of trouble that was in store for the invaders in
the mountains that must be crossed before the Mexican valley could be
reached. He faithfully reported these rumors to the commander, and, in
consequence of them, the march was conducted with every precaution that
prudence or military science could suggest. Advance and rear guards of
cavalry were always maintained, while small bodies of Tlascalan scouts
were thrown out on either side.
Although it was thought to be somewhat beneath the dignity of his
rank to do so, Huetzin generally led one of these scouting parties in
person, so anxious was he to prove his vigilance. At length he was
rewarded by the capture of a courier, who was attempting to avoid the
army by taking a wide circuit around it. From this prisoner he gained
the information, that of the two roads crossing the mountains before
them, one had been rendered impassable by orders from Montezuma. On
the other, which was so rugged as to present almost insurmountable
difficulties, an Aztec army was stationed in ambuscade for the
destruction of the invaders.
Hastening to convey this important item of news to Cortes, Huetzin
found the army halted at a place where two roads forked. One of them,
as he had already learned, was filled, farther than the eye could
reach, with great bowlders and the trunks of trees. The other was open,
and at the outset looked to be much the easier and better of the two.
At the moment of the young Toltec's arrival, the Aztec ambassadors who
still remained with Cortes, had nearly persuaded him to take the open
road. They assured him that the other would be found impassable for his
cavalry and artillery, even if it were cleared of its obstructions.
The Aztec nobles were greatly confused when they heard Huetzin's
report to the commander. They attempted a blunt contradiction of his
statements; but Cortes, paying no further attention to them, warmly
thanked his young ally for his timely service, and ordered that the
obstructed road be cleared. To this task Huetzin set a thousand of
his hardy mountaineers. These worked with such willing industry that,
within two hours their task was accomplished, and the highway was open
to the passage of the army. Thus the ambushed Aztecs were allowed to
wait indefinitely for the coming of their expected victims, who, in the
mean time, were proceeding cheerfully on their unmolested way.
The invaders now left the pleasant plateau on which they had lingered
so long, and began the ascent of the bold mountain ranges separating
it from the valley of Mexico. On their left towered the grand peak of
Popocatepetl, clouded with smoke and fire, and lifting his majestic
head nearly eighteen thousand feet above the level of the sea, or more
than two thousand feet higher than Mont Blanc. On their right rose the
vast proportions of snow-robed Iztaccihuatl, the "white woman." Between
the two extended a steep barrier of bare, wind-swept rock, up which
the rough road zigzagged its tedious way. From the snow-peaks came icy
winds, chilling man and beast to the bone, while they were continually
buffeted by fierce snow-squalls or tempests of cutting sleet. Dark
gorges yawned on either side, and from their profound depths came
dismal moanings, as though the storm demons were already lamenting the
anticipated fall of the Aztec gods. Amid these surroundings the little
army toiled painfully on, until darkness shrouded the dreary landscape,
when, utterly exhausted, they clamored for a halt, declaring that human
endurance could hold out no longer.
Again Huetzin came to the rescue with a knowledge of the road gained
from his recent bitter experience as a hunted fugitive, in those same
mountains. He assured them that a cluster of commodious post-houses,
erected for the shelter of Montezuma's own troops and couriers, stood
but a short distance ahead. Thus cheered, the Spaniards struggled on
to the welcome haven so unwittingly provided by their enemy, where, by
the aid of rousing fires, the fuel for which they found already cut and
stored, they passed a night of comparative comfort.
Early on the succeeding day they passed the crest of the divide, and,
feeling that the worst of their trials were now left behind, they
advanced with buoyant steps down the western slope of the sierra.
Suddenly a glad shout from the front woke the mountain echoes, and
startled those who came behind. The leaders had turned an angle, and,
as though by magic, the promised land was outspread before them. The
superb valley of Mexico, unrivalled in the world for the exquisite
beauty of its scenery, lay smiling in unclouded sunshine at their feet.
In an emerald setting of verdant fields, orchards, groves, and stately
forests, blended with areas of yellow maize and blooming gardens, five
lakes of heavenly blue shone like brilliant jewels. Clustered thickly
about them, and even resting on their dimpled bosoms, were scores of
white-walled cities, towns, and hamlets, all distinctly visible through
the rarefied atmosphere. Most conspicuous of all, fairest and most
stately of all, sat the Queen City of the New World. Tenochtitlan, the
royal city of their hopes and dreams, was no longer an elusive mystery,
but a visible reality. Near it rose the dark mass of Chapultepec, home
of Aztec kings, crowned with the same majestic cypresses that shadow it
to this day. It was a sight to repay years of suffering toil, and it is
no wonder that these first white men gazed on it in spellbound silence.