This was the prayer of those who sent the envoys, that I should raise a force of Otomies and travel with it across the country to Yucatan, and there with others who would be gathered, wait a favourable opportunity to throw myself upon the Spaniards when they were entangled in the forests and swamps, putting them to the sword and releasing Guatemoc.  Such was the first purpose of the plot, though it had many others of which it is useless to speak, seeing that they came to nothing.

When the message had been delivered I shook my head sadly, for I could see no hope in such a scheme, but the chief of the messengers rose and led me aside, saying that he had a word for my ear.

‘Guatemoc sends these words,’ he said; ’I hear that you, my brother, are free and safe with my cousin Otomie in the mountains of the Otomie.  I, alas! linger in the prisons of the Teules like a crippled eagle in a cage.  My brother, if it is in your power to help me, do so I conjure you by the memory of our ancient friendship, and of all that we have suffered together.  Then a time may still come when I shall rule again in Anahuac, and you shall sit at my side.’

I heard and my heart was stirred, for then, as to this hour, I loved Guatemoc as a brother.

‘Go back,’ I said, ’and find means to tell Guatemoc that if I can save him I will, though I have small hopes that way.  Still, let him look for me in the forests of Yucatan.’

Now when Otomie heard of this promise of mine she was vexed, for she said that it was foolish and would only end in my losing my life.  Still, having given it she held with me that it must be carried out, and the end of it was that I raised five hundred men, and with them set out upon my long and toilsome march, which I timed so as to meet Cortes in the passes of Yucatan.  At the last moment Otomie wished to accompany me, but I forbade it, pointing out that she could leave neither her children nor her people, and we parted with bitter grief for the first time.

Of all the hardships that I underwent I will not write.  For two and a half months we struggled on across mountains and rivers and through swamps and forests, till at last we reached a mighty deserted city, that is called Palenque by the Indians of those parts, which has been uninhabited for many generations.  This city is the most marvellous place that I have seen in all my travels, though much of it is hidden in bush, for wherever the traveller wanders there he finds vast palaces of marble, carven within and without, and sculptured teocallis and the huge images of grinning gods.  Often have I wondered what nation was strong enough to build such a capital, and who were the kings that dwelt in it.  But these are secrets belonging to the past, and they cannot be answered till some learned man has found the key to the stone symbols and writings with which the walls of the buildings are covered over.