’Not yet, O priest of Tezeat!  If you smite before the sunbeam lies upon the victim’s heart, your gods are doomed and doomed are the people of Anahuac.’

The priest gnashed his teeth with rage, and glared first at the creeping point of light and then over his shoulder at the advancing battle.  Slowly the ring of warriors closed in upon us, slowly the golden ray crept up my breast till its outer rim touched the red circle painted upon my heart.  Again the priest heaved up his awful knife, again I shut my eyes, and again I heard the shrill scream of the astronomer, ’Not yet, not yet, or your gods are doomed!’

Then I heard another sound.  It was the voice of Otomie crying for help.

‘Save us, Teules; they murder us!’ she shrieked in so piercing a note that it reached the ears of the Spaniards, for one shouted in answer and in the Castilian tongue, ’On, my comrades, on!  The dogs do murder on their altars!’

Then there was a mighty rush and the defending Aztecs were swept in upon the altar, lifting the priest of sacrifice from his feet and throwing him across my body.  Thrice that rush came like a rush of the sea, and each time the stand of the Aztecs weakened.  Now their circle was broken and the swords of the Spaniards flashed up on every side, and now the red ray lay within the ring upon my heart.

‘Smite, priest of Tezcat,’ screamed the voice of the astronomer; ’smite home for the glory of your gods!’

With a fearful yell the priest lifted the knife; I saw the golden sunbeam that rested full upon my heart shine on it.  Then as it was descending I saw the same sunbeam shine upon a yard of steel that flashed across me and lost itself in the breast of the murderer priest.  Down came the great flint knife, but its aim was lost.  It struck indeed, but not upon my bosom, though I did not escape it altogether.  Full upon the altar of sacrifice it fell and was shattered there, piercing between my side and that of Otomie, and gashing the flesh of both so that our blood was mingled upon the stone, making us one indeed.  Down too came the priest across our bodies for the second time, but to rise no more, for he writhed dying on those whom he would have slain.

Then as in a dream I heard the wail of the astronomer singing the dirge of the gods of Anahuac.

‘The priest is dead and his gods are fallen,’ he cried.  ’Tezcat has rejected his victim and is fallen; doomed are the gods of Anahuac!  Victory is to the Cross of the Christians!’

Thus he wailed, then came the sound of sword blows and I knew that this prophet was dead also.

Now a strong arm pulled the dying priest from off us, and he staggered back till he fell over the altar where the eternal fire burned, quenching it with his blood and body after it had flared for many generations, and a knife cut the rope that bound us.

I sat up staring round me wildly, and a voice spoke above me in Castilian, not to me indeed but to some comrade.