v i " DID I NOT TELL YOU SO, O TULA ? " ^Page 18.') THE FAIR GOD OR, THE LAST OF THE 'TZINS & Calc of tf)c Conquest BY LEW WALLACE WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ERIC PAPE From Mexico ... a civilization that might hare instructed Europe wa crashed cut. . . . It ha been her [Spain's] evil destiny to ruin two civilizations. Oriental and Occidental, n|j to be ruined thereby herself. ... In America she destroyed races more civilized th-n &M Mil. DBA PI 8, JnteUectuai Development of Europe. BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 69493 COPYRIGHT, 1873, BY JAMES R. OSGOOD * CO. COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY HOUGHTON MIFFLIN * CO, COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY LEW WALLACE COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY HENRY L. WALLACE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TS cO H NOTE BY THE AUTHOR A PERSONAL experience, though ever so plainly told, is, generally speaking, more attractive to listeners and readers than fiction. A circumstance from the tongue or pen of one to whom it actually happened, or who was its hero or victim, or even its spectator, is always more interesting than if given second-hand. If the makers of history, contradistinguished from its writers, could teach it to us directly, one telling would suffice to secure our lasting remembrance. The reason is, that the narrative so proceeding derives a personality and reality not otherwise attainable, which assist in making way to our imagination and the sources of our sympathy. With this theory or bit of philosophy in mind, when the annexed book was resolved upon, I judged best to assume the character of a translator, which would en- able me to write in the style and spirit of one who not merely lived at the time of the occurrences woven in the text, but was acquainted with many of the his* torical personages who figure therein, and was a native iv NOTE BY THE AUTHOR. of the beautiful valley in which the story is located. Thinking to make the descriptions yet more real, and therefore more impressive, I took the liberty of attrib- uting the composition to a literator who, whatever may be thought of his works, was not himself a fiction. Without meaning to insinuate that THE FAIR GOD would have been the worse for creation by Don Fer- nando de Alva, the Tezcucan, I wish merely to say that it is not a translation. Having been so written, however, now that publication u at hand, change is impossible; hence, nothing is omitted, title-page, introductory, and conclusion are given to the reader exactly as they were brought to the publisher by the author. L- W. Boston Mass, Augusts, 1873. CONTENTS. BOOK ONE. CHAPTER PAO * I. OUR MOTHER HAS A FORTUNE WAITING us YONDER . II. QUETZAL', THE FAIR GOD 7 III. A CHALLENGE 13 IV. TENOCHTITLAN AT NIGHT 16 V. THE CHILD OF THE TEMPLE 20 VI. THE Cu OF QUETZAL', AND MUALOX, THE PABA . 25 VII. THE PROPHECY ON THE WALL 30 VIII. A BUSINESS MAN IN TENOCHTITLAN .... 39 IX. THE QUESTIONER OF THE MORNING . . . .46 X. GOING TO THE COMBAT 50 XL THB COMBAT 59 XII. MUALOX, AND HIS WORLD 68 XIII. THE SEARCH FOR QUETZAL' 74 BOOK TWO. I. WHO ARE THE STRANGERS? 83 II. A TEZCUCAN LOVER 89 III. THE BANISHMENT OF GUATAMOZIN .... 95 IV. GUATAMOZIN AT HOME 103 V. NIGHT AT THE CHALCAN'S 112 , VI. THE CHINAMPA 120 VII. COURT GOSSIP 126 VIII. GUATAMOZIN AND MUALOX ..... 130 IX. A KING'S BANQUET 135 X. THE 'TZIN'S LOTS 141 .11. THK CHANT . . . 150 CONTENTS. BOOK THREE. I. THE FIRST COMBAT 162 II. THE SECOND COMBAT . 169 III. THE POBTEAIT . .180 IV. THE TBIAJL 183 BOOK FOUR. I. THE KINO GIVES A TBUST TO HUALPA . . . 192 II. THE KIN u AND THB 'Tzix . . . . . 198 III. LOTH ON THE LAKE ' . . . . . . . 20? IV. THK KINO DEMANDS A SIGN OF MUALOX . . 214 V. THE MASSACRE IN CHOLULA . . . , ,. . 220 VI. THE CONQUEROR WILL COMB 280 VII. MONTEZUMA GOES TO MBET COBTEZ . .,. . . . 239 VIII. THE ENTRY . . . , r?. *>,. 246 BOOK FIVE. I. PUBLIC OPINION 257 II. A MESSAGE FROM THE GODS 261 III. How ILLS OF STATE BECOME ILLS OF SOCIETY . . 267 IV. ENNUYE IN THE OLD PALACE 275 V. ALVABADO FINDS THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD . . 282 VI. THE IRON CROSS . " . . . , ; T . 291 VII. THE CHRISTIANS IN THE TOILS . . . ., . 299 VIII. THE IRON CROSS COMES BACK TO ITS GITER . . 806 IX. TRULY WONDERFUL A FORTUNATE MAN HATH A MEMORY 315 X. How THE IRON CROSS CAME BACK .... 817 XI. THE CHRISTIAN TAKES CARE OF HIS OWN . . . 325 BOOK SIX. I. THE LORD HUALPA FLEES HIS FORTUNE . . . 839 II. WHOM THE GODS DESTROY THEY FIRST MAKE MAD . 847 CONTENTS. vii III. THE PUBLIC OPINION HAKES WAY .... 357 IV. THE 'TziN's FAREWELL TO QUETZAL' . . . 364 V. THE CELLS OF QUETZAL* AGAIN ..... 374 VI. LOST IN THE OLD Cu 379 VII. How THE HOLY MOTHER HELPS HEB CHILDBEN . 385 fill. THE PABA'S ANGEL 892 IX. LIFE IN THE PABA'S WOBLD 404 i. THE ANGEL BECOMES A BEADSWOMAN . . . 410 XL THE PUBLIC OPINION PBOCLAIKS ITSELF BATTLE . 427 BOOK SEVEN. L THK HEABT CAN BE WISEB THAN THK HEAD . . 438 II. THE CONQUEBOB ON THE CAUSEWAY AGAIN . . 449 III. LA VIBUELA 454 IV. MONTEZUMA A PROPHET. HlS PBOPHECT . . 455 V. HOW TO YIELD A CfiOWN 462 VI. IN THE LEAGUER 465 VII. IN THE LEAGUER TET 478 fill. THE BATTLE OF THE MANTAS .... 481 IX. OVEB THE WALL, INTO THB PALACE . . . 489 X. THE WAY THROUGH THE WALL .... 499 XI. BATTLE IN THE AIR .510 XII. IN THE INTERVAL OF THE BATTLE LOVE . . 524 HI!. THE BEGINNING OF THE END 527 XIV. THE KING BEFORE HIS PEOPLE AGAIN ... 532 XV. THE DEATH OF MONTEZUMA 544 XVI. ADIEU TO THE PALACE 550 XVII. THE PURSUIT BEGINS 559 LA NOCHE TBISTS 562 THE FAIR GOD. FROM THE SPANISH Of FERNANDO DE ALVA. ESTTRODUCTOKY. "TjlERNAXDO DE ALVA,* a noble Tezcucan, flonr- *"- ished, we are told, in the beginning of the six- teenth century. He was a man of great learning, familiar with the Mexican and Spanish languages, and the hieroglyphics of Anahuac. Ambitious to rescue his race from oblivion, and inspired by love of learning, he collected a library, availed himself of his knowledge of picture-writing, became master of the songs and traditions, and, in the Castilian lan- guage, composed books of merit. It was scarcely possible that his labors should escape the researches of Mr. Prescott, who, with such incom- parable genius, has given the world a history of the Conquest of Mexico. From him we have a criticism upon the labors of the learned Fernando, from which the following paragraph is extracted. " Iztlilzochitl's writings have many of the defects belonging to his age. He often crowds the page with incidents of a trivial and sometimes improbable char- acter. The improbability increases with the distance * Fernando De Alva IztlilzochitL INTRODUCTORY. of the period; for distance, which diminishes objects to the natural eye, exaggerates them to the mental His chronology, as I have more than once noticed, is inextricably entangled. He has often lent a too will- ing ear to traditions and reports which would startle the more sceptical criticism of the present time. Yet there is an appearance of good faith and simplicity in his writings, which may convince the reader that, when he errs, it is from no worse cause than the national partiality. And surely such partiality is ex- cusable in the descendant of a proud line, shorn of its ancient splendors, which it was soothing to his own feelings to revive again though with some- thing more than their legitimate lustre on the can- vas of history. It should also be considered that, if his narrative is sometimes startling, his researches penetrate into the mysterious depths of antiquity, where light and darkness meet and melt into each other; and where everything is still further liable to distortion, as seen through the misty medium of hiero- glyphics." Besides his Eelaciones and Historia Chichemeca, De Alva composed works of a lighter nature, though equally based upon history. Some were lost; others fell into the hands of persons ignorant of their value j a few only were rescued and given to the press. Foi a considerable period he served as interpreter to the Spanish Viceroy. His duties as such were trifling; INTRODUCTORY. xiii he had ample time for literary pursuits ; his enthu- siasm as a scholar permitted him no relaxation or idle- ness. Thus favored, it is believed he composed the books now for the first time given to the world. The MSS. were found among a heap of old de- spatches from the Viceroy Mendoza to the Emperor. It is quite probable that they became mixed with the State papers through accident; if, however, they were purposely addressed to His Majesty, it must have been to give him a completer idea of the Azte- can people and their civilization, or to lighten the burthens of royalty by an amusement to which, it is known, Charles V. was not averse. Besides, Men- doza, in his difficulty with the Marquess of the Valley (Cortes), failed not to avail himself of every means likely to propitiate his cause with the court, and especially with the Eoyal Council of the Indies. It is not altogether improbable, therefore, that the MSS. were forwarded for the entertainment of the members of the Council and the lordly personages of the Court, who not only devoured with avidity, but, as the wily Mendoza well knew, were vastly obliged for, every- thing relative to the New World, and particularly the dazzling conquest of Mexico. In the translation, certain liberties have been taken, for which, if wrong has been done, pardon is besought both from the public and the shade of the author. Thus, The Books in the original are unbroken narra- INTRODUCTORY. tives; but, with infinite care and trouble, they have all been brought out of the confusion, and arranged into chapters. So, there were names, some of which have been altogether changed ; while others, for the sake of euphony, have been abbreviated, though with- out sacrificing the identity of the heroes who wore -hem so proudly. And thus beginneth the FIRST BOOK THE FAIR GOD. BOOK ONE. CHAPTER I. OUR MOTHER HAS A FORTUNE WAITING US YONDER. THE Spanish Calendar is simpler than the Aztecan. In fact, Christian methods, of whatever nature, are y - better than heathen. So, then, by the Spanish Calendar, March, 1519, had about half spent itself in the valley of Anahuac, which was as yet untrodden by gold-seeker, with cross-hilted sword at his side, and on his lips a Catholic oath. Near noon of one of its fairest days a traveller came descending the west- ern slope of the Sierra de Ahualco. Since the dawn his path had been amongst hills and crags ; at times traversing bald rocks that towered to where the winds blew chill, then dipping into warm valleys, where were grass, flowers, and streamlets, and sometimes forests of cedar and fir, laby- rinths in which there reigned a perpetual twilight. Toilsome as was the way, the traveller, young, and strong, marched lightly. His dress, of the kind prevalent in his country, was provincial, and with few signs of rank. He had sandals of buffalo-hide, fitted for climbing rocks and threading pathless woods ; a sort of white tunic, covering his body from the neck to the knees, leaving bare the arms 1 A 2 THE FAIR GOD. from the shoulder ; maxtlatl and tilmatli sash and mantle of cotton, blue tinted, and void of ornament; on the wrist of his left arm he wore a substantial golden bracelet, and in both ears jewelled pendants ; while an ebony band, encircling his head, kept his straight black locks in place, and permitted a snow-white bird's-wing for decoration. There was a shield on his left arm, framed of wood, and covered with padded cloth, and in the left hand a javelin barbed with 'itzli ; at his back swung a maquahuitl, and a quiver filled with arrows; an unstrung bow in his right hand completed his equipments, and served him in lieu of staff. An ocelot, trudging stealthily behind him, wai his sole companion. In the course of his journey he came to a crag that sank bluffly down several hundred feet, commanding a line pros- pect. Though the air was cold, he halted. Away to the northwest stretched the beautiful valley of Anahuac, dotted with hamlets and farm-houses, and marked with the silver tracery of streams. Far across the plain, he caught a view of the fresh waters of Lake Chalco, and beyond that, blue in the distance and faintly relieved against the sky, the royal hill of Chapultepec, with its palaces and cypress forests. In all the New "World there was no scene comparable with that he looked upon, none its rival for beauty, none where the heavens seemed so perfectly melted into earth. There were the most renowned cities of the Empire ; from that plain went the armies whose marches were all triumphs ; in that air hovered the gods awaiting sacrifices ; into that sky rose the smoke of the inextinguishable fires; there shone the brightest suns, and lingered the longest summers ; and yonder dwelt that king in youth a priest, then a warrior, now the terror of all nations whose signet on the hand of a slave could fill the land with rustling of banners. No traveller, I ween, could look unmoved on the picture; OUR MOTHER HAS A FORTUNE WAITING US YONDER. & ours sat down, and gazed with brimful eyes and a beating heart. For the first time he was beholding the matchless vale so overhung with loveliness and full of the monuments of a strange civilization. So rapt was he that he did not observe the ocelot come and lay its head in his lap, like a dog seeking caresses. " Come, boy ! " he said, at last rous- ing himself ; " let us on. Our Mother * has a fortune wait- ing us yonder." And they resumed the journey. Half an hour's brisk walk brought them to the foot of the mountain. Suddenly they came upon company. It was on the bank of a considerable stream, which, pour- ing in noisy torrent over a rocky bed, appeared to rush with a song forward into the valley. A clump of giant oaks shaded a level sward. Under them a crowd of tamanes,^ tawny, half-clad, broad-shouldered men, devoured loaves of cold maize bread. Near the roots of the trees their masters reclined comfortably on petates, or mats, without which an Aztec trader's outfit was incomplete. Our traveller under- stood at a glance the character of the strangers ; so that, as his road led directly to them, he went on without hesi- tation. As he came near, some of them sat up to observe him. " A warrior going to the city," said one. " Or rather a king's courier," suggested another. " Is not that an ocelot at his heels 1 " asked a third. " That it is. Bring me my javelin ! " " And mine ! And mine ! " cried several of them at once, all springing to their feet. By the time the young man came up, the whole party stood ready to give him an armed welcome. * The goddess Cioacoatl, called "Our Lady nd Mother." Sahagnn, Hist, de Nueva Esp. f Carrier slaves, or portera THE FAIR GOD. " I am very sorry to have disturbed you," he said, quietly, finding himself obliged to stop. " You seem friendly enough," answered one of the oldei men ; " but your comrade there, what of him ? " The traveller smiled. " See, he is muzzled." The party laughed at their own fears. The old merchant, however, stepped forward to the young stranger. " I confess you have greatly relieved me. I feared the brute might set on and wound somebody. Come up, and sit down with us." The traveller was nowise disinclined, being tempted by the prospect of cheer from the provision-baskets lying around. " Bring a mat for the warrior," said the friendly trader. " Now give him bread and meat." From an abundance of bread, fowl, and fruit the wayfarer helped himself. A running conversation was meantime maintained. " My ocelot 1 The story is simple ; for your sakes, good friends, I wish it were better. I killed his mother, and took him when a whelp. Now he does me good service huntin^. You should see him in pursuit of an antelope ! " " Then you are not a warrior ? " " To be a warrior," replied the hunter, modestly, " is to have been in many battles, and taken many captives. I have practised arms, and, at times, boasted of skill, fool- ishly, perhaps ; yet, I confess, I never marched a day under the banner of the great king." " Ah ! " said the old man, quizzically, " I understand you. You have served some free-trading company like our own." " You are shrewd. My father is a merchant. At times he has travelled witn strong trains, and even attacked cities that have refused him admission to their market." " Indeed ! He must be of renown. In what province does he live, my son J " OUR MOTHER HAS A FORTUNE WAITING bS YONDER. & " In Tihuanco." " Tepaja ! old Tepaja, of Tihuanco ! Are you son of his 1 " The good man grasped the young one's hand enthusi^ astically. " I knew him well ; many years ago we were as brothers together; we travelled and traded through many provinces. That was the day of the elder Montezuma, when the Empire was not as large as now; when, in fact, most gates were closed against us, because our king was an Aztec, and we had to storm a town, then turn its square into & market for the sale of our wares. Sometimes we marched an army, each of us carrying a thousand slaves ; and yet ouj tasks were not always easy. I remember once, down on the bank of the Great River, we were beaten back from a walled town, and succeeded only after a four days' fight. Ah, but we made it win ! "We led three thousand slaves back to Tenochtitlan, besides five hundred captives, a present for the gods." So the merchant talked until the hunger of his new a