“‘It is well,’ said the elders; and then they came to the corner of Vucub-caquix’s house, where he was reclining on his throne. And then they went on, the two elders, and the two boys playing behind them, and they went under the house of Vucub-caquix, who was groaning with the pain of his teeth. When he saw them, the elders and the boys, he asked,—
“‘Whence come you, grandparents?’
“‘We, lord, are going to seek our remedy.’
“‘How are you seeking your remedy? Are these your sons who are with you?’
“‘No, lord, they are our grandchildren; but we have had compassion on them so far as to give them a bit of tortilla,’ the elders replied.
“Just then the lord had a very sharp twinge of toothache, so that he could hardly speak; and he begged them to have pity on him.
“‘What is it that you do; what do you cure?’ said the lord.
“‘Sir, our cure,’ said the elders, ‘is to extract the maggot from the teeth; and we cure eye-troubles, and likewise broken bones.’
“‘Well, if this is true, cure my toothache; for I am without rest, and cannot sleep, and my eyes trouble me also, since the two devils shot me, and so I cannot eat. Now have compassion on me, for all my teeth are rattling about!’