‘It is true,’ cried a voice.

’Yes, people of the Otomie, it is true, but I say that had all the warriors of the nations of Anahuac played the part that your sons played, the tale had run otherwise.  They are dead, and because of their death you would deliver us to our foes and yours, but I for one do not mourn them, though among their number are many of my kin.  Nay, be not wroth, but listen.  It is better that they should lie dead in honour, having earned for themselves a wreath of fame, and an immortal dwelling in the Houses of the Sun, than that they should live to be slaves, which it seems is your desire, people of the Otomie.  There is no false word in what I said to you.  Now the sticks that Malinche has used to beat out the brains of Guatemoc shall be broken and burnt to cook the pot of the Teules.  Already these false children are his slaves.  Have you not heard his command, that the tribes his allies shall labour in the quarries and the streets till the glorious city which he has burned rises afresh upon the face of the waters?  Will you not hasten to take your share in the work, people of the Otomie, the work that knows no rest and no reward except the lash of the overseer and the curse of the Teule?  Surely you will hasten, people of the mountains!  Your hands are shaped to the spade and the trowel, not to the bow and the spear, and it will be sweeter to toil to do the will and swell the wealth of Malinche in the sun of the valley or the shadow of the mine, than to bide here free upon your hills where as yet no foe has set his foot!’

Again she paused, and a murmur of doubt and unrest went through the thousands who listened.  Maxtla stepped forward and would have spoken, but the people shouted him down, crying:  ’Otomie, Otomie!  Let us hear the words of Otomie.’

‘I thank you, my people,’ she said, ’for I have still much to tell you.  Our crime is then, that we drew an army after us to fight against the Teules.  And how did we draw this army?  Did I command you to muster your array?  Nay, I set out my case and I said “Now choose.”  You chose, and of your own free will you despatched those glorious companies that now are dead.  My crime is therefore that you chose wrongly as you say, but as I still hold, most rightly, and because of this crime I and my husband are to be given as a peace offering to the Teules.  Listen:  let me tell you something of those wars in which we have fought before you give us to the Teules and our mouths are silent for ever.  Where shall I begin?  I know not.  Stay, I bore a child—­had he lived he would have been your prince to-day.  That child I saw starve to death before my eyes, inch by inch and day by day I saw him starve.  But it is nothing; who am I that I should complain because I have lost my son, when so many of your sons are dead and their blood is required at my hands?  Listen again:’  and she went on to tell in burning words of the horrors of the siege, of the cruelties of the Spaniards, and of the bravery of the men of the Otomie whom I had commanded.  For a full hour she spoke thus, while all that vast audience hung upon her words.  Also she told of the part that I played in the struggle, and of the deeds which I had done, and now and again some soldier in the crowd who served under me, and who had escaped the famine and the massacre, cried out: