‘Know, O Teule,’ said Otomie, for she would call me by the old name when there were none to hear; ’this is the custom of our land, that every year a young captive should be chosen to be the earthly image of the god Tezcat, who created the world.  Only two things are necessary to this captive, namely, that his blood should be noble, and that his person should be beautiful and without flaw or blemish.  The day that you came hither, Teule, chanced to be the day of choosing a new captive to personate the god, and you have been chosen because you are both noble and more beautiful than any man in Anahuac, and also because being of the people of the Teules, the children of Quetzal of whom so many rumours have reached us, and whose coming my father Montezuma dreads more than anything in the world, it was thought by the priests that you may avert their anger from us, and the anger of the gods.’

Now Otomie paused as one who has something to say that she can scarcely find words to fit, but I, remembering only what had been said, swelled inwardly with the sense of my own greatness, and because this lovely princess had declared that I was the most beautiful man in Anahuac, I who though I was well-looking enough, had never before been called ‘beautiful’ by man, woman, or child.  But in this case as in many another, pride went before a fall.

‘It must be spoken, Teule,’ Otomie continued.  ’Alas! that it should be I who am fated to tell you.  For a year you will rule as a god in this city of Tenoctitlan, and except for certain ceremonies that you must undergo, and certain arts which you must learn, none will trouble you.  Your slightest wish will be a law, and when you smile on any, it shall be an omen of good to them and they will bless you; even my father Montezuma will treat you with reverence as an equal or more.  Every delight shall be yours except that of marriage, and this will be withheld till the twelfth month of the year.  Then the four most beautiful maidens in the land will be given to you as brides.’

‘And who will choose them?’ I asked.

‘Nay, I know not, Teule, who do not meddle in such mysteries,’ she answered hurriedly.  ’Sometimes the god is judge and sometimes the priests judge for him.  It is as it may chance.  Listen now to the end of my tale and you will surely forget the rest.  For one month you will live with your wives, and this month you will pass in feasting at all the noblest houses in the city.  On the last day of the month, however, you will be placed in a royal barge and together with your wives, paddled across the lake to a place that is named “Melting of Metals.”  Thence you will be led to the teocalli named “House of Weapons,” where your wives will bid farewell to you for ever, and there, Teule, alas! that I must say it, you are doomed to be offered as a sacrifice to the god whose spirit you hold, the great god Tezcat, for your heart will be torn from your body, and your head will be struck from your shoulders and set upon the stake that is known as “post of heads."’