“Then what?”
“Why, here in the city he would cut the strangers off to the last one.”
And all the citizens cry in chorus, “Praised be Huitzil’!”
Farther on the warrior overtakes a comrade in arms.
“Are we to take our shields to the field, O my brother?” he asks.
“All is peaceful yet,—nothing but embassies.”
“Is it true that the lord Cacama is to go in state, and invite Malinche to Tenochtitlan?”
“He sets out to-day.”
“Ha, ha! Of all voices for war, his was the loudest. Where caught he the merchant’s cry for peace?”
“In the temples; it may be from Huitzil’.”