THOMAS BECOMES A GOD

Little did I, plain Thomas Wingfield, gentleman, know, when I rose that morning, that before sunset I should be a god, and after Montezuma the Emperor, the most honoured man, or rather god, in the city of Mexico.

It came about thus.  When I had breakfasted with the household of the prince Guatemoc, I was led to the hall of justice, which was named the ‘tribunal of god.’  Here on a golden throne sat Montezuma, administering justice in such pomp as I cannot describe.  About him were his counsellors and great lords, and before him was placed a human skull crowned with emeralds so large that a blaze of light went up from them.  In his hand also he held an arrow for a sceptre.  Certain chiefs or caciques were on their trial for treason, nor were they left long in doubt as to their fate.  For when some evidence had been heard they were asked what they had to say in their defence.  Each of them told his tale in few words and short.  Then Montezuma, who till now had said and done nothing, took the painted scroll of their indictments and pricked it with the arrow in his hand where the picture of each prisoner appeared upon the scroll.  Then they were led away to death, but how they died I do not know.

When this trial was finished certain priests entered the hall clothed in sable robes, their matted hair hanging down their backs.  They were fierce, wild-eyed men of great dignity, and I shivered when I saw them.  I noticed also that they alone made small reverence to the majesty of Montezuma.  The counsellors and nobles having fallen back, these priests entered into talk with the emperor, and presently two of them came forward and taking me from the custody of the guards, led me forward before the throne.  Then of a sudden I was commanded to strip myself of my garments, and this I did with no little shame, till I stood naked before them all.  Now the priests came forward and examined every part of me closely.  On my arms were the scars left by de Garcia’s sword, and on my breast the scarcely healed marks of the puma’s teeth and claws.  These wounds they scanned, asking how I had come by them.  I told them, and thereupon they carried on a discussion among themselves, and out of my hearing, which grew so warm that at length they appealed to the emperor to decide the point.  He thought a while, and I heard him say: 

’The blemishes do not come from within the body, nor were they upon it at birth, but have been inflicted by the violence of man and beast.’

Then the priests consulted together again, and presently their leader spoke some words into the ear of Montezuma.  He nodded, and rising from his throne, came towards me who stood naked and shivering before him, for the air of Mexico is keen.  As he advanced he loosed a chain of emeralds and gold that hung about his neck, and unclasped the royal cloak from his shoulders.  Then with his own hand, he put the chain about my throat, and the cloak upon my shoulders, and having humbly bent the knee before me as though in adoration, he cast his arms about me and embraced me.