And then, looking on that dead babe, I wept also.  Every hour in those terrible months it was my lot to see a thousand sights more awful, and yet this sight of a dead infant moved me the most of all of them.  The child was mine, my firstborn, its mother wept beside me, and its stiff and tiny fingers seemed to drag at my heart strings.  Seek not the cause, for the Almighty Who gave the heart its infinite power of pain alone can answer, and to our ears He is dumb.

Then I took a mattock and dug a hole outside the house till I came to water, which in Tenoctitlan is found at a depth of two feet or so.  And, having muttered a prayer over him, there in the water I laid the body of our child, burying it out of sight.  At the least he was not left for the zapilotes, as the Aztecs call the vultures, like the rest of them.

After that we wept ourselves to sleep in each other’s arms, Otomie murmuring from time to time, ’Oh! my husband, I would that we were asleep and forgotten, we and the babe together.’

‘Rest now,’ I answered, ‘for death is very near to us.’

The morrow came, and with it a deadlier fray than any that had gone before, and after it more morrows and more deaths, but still we lived on, for Guatemoc gave us of his food.  Then Cortes sent his heralds demanding our surrender, and now three-fourths of the city was a ruin, and three-fourths of its defenders were dead.  The dead were heaped in the houses like bees stifled in a hive, and in the streets they lay so thick that we walked upon them.

The council was summoned—­fierce men, haggard with hunger and with war, and they considered the offer of Cortes.

‘What is your word, Guatemoc?’ said their spokesman at last.

’Am I Montezuma, that you ask me?  I swore to defend this city to the last,’ he answered hoarsely, ’and, for my part, I will defend it.  Better that we should all die, than that we should fall living into the hands of the Teules.’

‘So say we,’ they replied, and the war went on.

At length there came a day when the Spaniards made a new attack and gained another portion of the city.  There the people were huddled together like sheep in a pen.  We strove to defend them, but our arms were weak with famine.  They fired into us with their pieces, mowing us down like corn before the sickle.  Then the Tlascalans were loosed upon us, like fierce hounds upon a defenceless buck, and on this day it is said that there died forty thousand people, for none were spared.  On the morrow, it was the last day of the siege, came a fresh embassy from Cortes, asking that Guatemoc should meet him.  The answer was the same, for nothing could conquer that noble spirit.

‘Tell him,’ said Guatemoc, ’that I will die where I am, but that I will hold no parley with him.  We are helpless, let Cortes work his pleasure on us.’

By now all the city was destroyed, and we who remained alive within its bounds were gathered on the causeways and behind the ruins of walls; men, women, and children together.