The prince Guatemoc here vouches for him, and he says, moreover, that you will vouch for him also.
A woman can do this in one way only, by taking him she vouches as her husband.
You are already wed to this foreigner by the rule of religion.
Are you willing to marry him according to the custom of our land, and to answer for his faith with your own life?’
‘I am willing,’ Otomie answered quietly, ‘if he is willing.’
‘In truth it is a great honour that you would do this white dog,’ said Cuitlahua.
‘Bethink you, you are princess of the Otomie and one of our master’s daughters, it is to you that we look to bring back the mountain clans of the Otomie, of whom you are chieftainess, from their unholy alliance with the accursed Tlascalans, the slaves of the Teules.
Is not your life too precious to be set on such a stake as this foreigner’s faith? for learn, Otomie, if he proves false your rank shall not help you.’
‘I know it all,’ she replied quietly.
‘Foreigner or not, I love this man and I will answer for him with my blood.
Moreover, I look to him to assist me to win back the people of the Otomie to their allegiance.
But let him speak for himself, my lord.
It may happen that he has no desire to take me in marriage.’
Cuitlahua smiled grimly and said,
‘When the choice lies between the breast of death and those fair arms of yours, niece, it is easy to guess his answer.
Still, speak, Teule, and swiftly.’
‘I have little to say, lord.
If the princess Otomie is willing to wed me, I am willing to wed her,’ I answered, and thus in the moment of my danger all my doubts and scruples vanished.
As Cuitlahua had said, it was easy to guess the choice of one set between death and Otomie.
She heard and looked at me warningly, saying in a low voice:
‘Remember our words, Teule.
In such a marriage you renounce your past and give me your future.’
‘I remember,’ I answered, and while I spoke, there came before my eyes a vision of Lily’s face as it had been when I bade her farewell.
This then was the end of the vows that I had sworn.
Cuitlahua looked at me with a glance which seemed to search my heart and said:
‘I hear your words, Teule.
You, a white wanderer, are graciously willing to take this princess to wife, and by her to be lifted high among the great lords of this land.
But say, how can we trust you?
If you fail us your wife dies indeed, but that may be naught to you.’
‘I am ready to swear allegiance,’ I answered.
‘I hate the Spaniards, and among them is my bitterest enemy whom I followed across the sea to kill—the man who strove to murder me this very day.
I can say no more, if you doubt my words it were best to make an end of me.
Already I have suffered much at the hands of your people; it matters little if I die or live.’
‘Boldly spoken, Teule.
Now, lords, I ask your judgment. Shall this man be given to Otomie as husband and be sworn as one of us, or shall he be killed instantly?
You know the matter.
If he can be trusted, as Guatemoc and Otomie believe, he will be worth an army to us, for he is acquainted with the language, the customs, the weapons, and the modes of warfare of these white devils whom the gods have let loose upon us.
If on the other hand he is not to be trusted, and it is hard for us to put faith in one of his blood, he may do us much injury, for in the end he will escape to the Teules, and betray our counsels and our strength, or the lack of it.
It is for you to judge, lords.’
Now the councillors consulted together, and some said one thing and some another, for they were not by any means of a mind in the matter.
At length growing weary, Cuitlahua called on them to put the question to the vote, and this they did by a lifting of hands.
First those who were in favour of my death held up their hands, then those who thought that it would be wise to spare me.
There were twenty-six councillors present, not counting Cuitlahua, and of these thirteen voted for my execution and thirteen were for saving me alive.
‘Now it seems that I must give a casting vote,’ said Cuitlahua when the tale had been rendered, and my blood turned cold at his words, for I had seen that his mind was set against me.
Then it was that Otomie broke in, saying:
‘Your pardon, my uncle, but before you speak I have a word to say.
You need my services, do you not? for if the people of the Otomie will listen to any and suffer themselves to be led from their evil path, it is to me.
My mother was by birth their chieftainess, the last of a long line, and I am her only child, moreover my father is their emperor.
Therefore my life is of no small worth now in this time of trouble, for though I am nothing in myself, yet it may chance that I can bring thirty thousand warriors to your standard.
The priests knew this on yonder pyramid, and when I claimed my right to lie at the side of the Teule, they gainsayed me, nor would they suffer it, though they hungered for the royal blood, till I called down the vengeance of the gods upon them.