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Title: The Bride of Huitzil—An Aztec Legend

Author: Hervey Allen

Illustrator: Bernhardt Wall

Release date: August 24, 2021 [eBook #66131]

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THE BRIDE OF

HUITZIL

An Aztec Legend

BY

HERVEY ALLEN

NEW YORK

James F. Drake, Inc.

1922

COPYRIGHT 1922,

BY

HERVEY ALLEN

To a dead child

THE BRIDE OF

HUITZIL

I

Here begins the first scroll with the sign of a bundle of reeds tied about with a string, which is the symbol of fifty-two years.

In Anahuac there reigned a king

Some fifty summers old,

The bloody darling of his gods,

Who sent him luck and gold

And captives from a thousand fights,

And victory in each war;

No mercy kept within his heart—

He trusted in his star.

But doubts began to sap his mind,

For he was growing old.

The gods he feared might turn unkind;

He gave them plundered gold

And hung their images with hearts

Like roses on a bride,

And all the young slaves from the marts

On Huitzil's altars died.[1]

The priests got everything they sought.

They said the gods were wroth;

They had the rolls of tribute brought—

Chose bales of twisted cloth,

And cloaks of richest feather-work,

And opals set in gilt,

And many a keen obsidian knife

With carved and curious hilt,

And pearls for which their wives would quarrel,

And bags of cochineal,

And carefully matched and scarlet coral,

And chests of yellow meal,

And rainbow skins of quetzal birds,

Lip jewels, and each a ring;

And all they gave was doubtful words—

No comfort to the king.

Huitzil, they said, was sorely vexed;

Tlaloc would send no rain;

The more they kept the king perplexed

The more they had to gain.

"Gold I have given," said the king,

"And victims for the feasts;

What more is there that I can bring?"

"Bring beauty!" said the priests.

"Send runners swift to each cacique[2]

With scrolls of your command;

In hut and palace bid them seek

Fair virgins through the land;

Then bring them here and choose the maid

Who most shall please your eyes,

And have her as your bride arrayed,

And led to sacrifice."

So buzzing rumor rose and spread

Like locusts through the land;

The king would choose a wife, men said:

And chiefs on every hand

Snatched maidens from the cotton-looms,

Girls, grinding maize for cakes,

Captives for Tenochtitlan,

The city 'mid five lakes.

Across the causeways, borne by slaves,

The trembling virgins came;

They saw the Smoking Hill that laves[3]

Its molten sides in flame.

Canoes along the causeway's sides

Kept near; on rafts the throngs

Burned lamps to welcome home the brides;

Far rowers sang strange songs.

Now when the moon was fully grown,

The king left his abode

To sit upon the judgment throne

Set in the "Place of God,"

Massive with polished seat of jade;

A skull was his footstool.

The arras on the wall was made

Of beasts' hair wove like wool.

There, while a scribe announced the dower,

The women came, so fair—

Young warriors whispered, and their plumes

Bent, nodding, as when air

Of summer stirs the fronded trees

Along a mountain wall,

Where pigeons' wooings lull the breeze

And snow-fed rivers fall.

And so they passed from morn till noon:

First came a princess in;

Like polished bronze beneath the moon

Was her smooth, olive skin;

But rumor in the market place

Told of a strangled lover,

Of silver masks made of his face;[4]

The priests said, "Choose another!"

Then daughters of rich merchants came,

Dowered with silver T's.[5]

With downcast eyes, they were too tame;

Huitzil would none of these.

And daughters of Tlascala's chiefs,[6]

Bringing a precious dower—

Their fathers' friendship, with rich fiefs

Boasting a warlike power.

Pale girls from Huexotzinco's shades,

Where willows cool the air,

From far Tlaxcallan, sun-burned maids,

Bronzed in the cornfields there.

Girls from Cholula's pyramid,

Born by its terraced side—

The morning shadows waned and hid;

The king had found no bride!

Then came a maid straight as a spear,

Lithe as the bending maize

When only silk is in the ear;

Upon her eyes a haze.

She walked with all a panther's grace,

And like a pleasant tune

Her voice, and her round breasts were firm

As rosebuds in young June.

And as a cougar longs for meat,

The king desired the maid.

He cast an arrow at her feet—

A sign his choice was made.

The priests on twisted conch-shells blew,

Shouted the market place;

Hatred of Huitzil seized the king;

He loved the maiden's face.

She was a huntress, fair but poor,

Sleek puma skins her dower,

Traced through the jungle by their spoor

Past many a vine-closed bower,

Tracked to the hills and brought to bay,

Slain by the ice-green streams,

With the hissing arrow at break of day,

When the wakened eagle screams.

But when the high priest found the king

Had chosen her for bride,

He raged at heart to hear the thing—

"No dower" hurt his pride

And avarice; and straightway he sent

Down to the king's abode,

To say that sunset was the time

To bring her to the god.

The king's house rang with happiness

And sound of marriage gongs;

Ten maidens helped the bride to dress,

While slave girls sang old songs;

She was arrayed in cloaks of plumes

From birds of paradise,

Woven on feather-workers' looms,

More gorgeous than bright dyes,

Lined with the down of humming-birds,

Trimmed with the parrot's wing;

And compliments as smooth as curds

And jewels came from the king,

And gifts brought by his brother's wife

With well dissembled smile—

Wishes for children and long life

Whispered with subtle guile.

Meantime the king had gone aside,

His heart and brain at odds

Whether to keep his lovely bride

Or give her to the gods.

At sunset, in a silver litter

He brought her through the city,

Still doubtful, and his heart grew bitter

Struggling with fear and pity.

White flowers fell before the maiden—

He crushed them with his feet.

The air with garden scents was laden,

Mad dancers filled the street.

Before cruel Huitzil's pyramid

She waited for the king.

He loved her so, fear of the gods

Now seemed a foolish thing,

Something to laugh at and to scorn,

A sick thought he had dreamed,

Vaguely recalled at early morn—

So Huitzil's vengeance seemed.

Fresh courage flushed his veins, as spring

With new sap thrills an oak,

And he remembered he was king;

Never a word he spoke.

A grim smile sat upon his face;

He led her up the stair,

Up to the holy level space,

Where chanting smote the air.

Before the fire, priests knelt in lines.

A beast-mask was afoot:

Prayers droned like night-winds in the pines.

Painted with blood and soot,

The high priest cried, as though in prayer,

"Bring hither Huitzil's bride!

Be swift, point out the victim, king!"

And she smiled by his side.

Gazing about with narrowed eyes

Like puma's in the sun,

While priests prepared for sacrifice,

He saw his brother's son—

How merciful to send him death

And spare him life's sure pains—

Death's but a stupor at the worst,

A languor in the veins!

Straightway he pointed out the child,

Who instantly was hid

By the swift dancers—in a breath

Across the pyramid

They swept him to the waiting stone,

Bull-rattles drowned his cries;

Before he died, he saw his heart

Held up before his eyes.

The high priest raged behind his mask,

But yet he dared not falter.

He joined the king to Huitzil's bride

Before the god's own altar,

Knowing the king's cup must be full

And vengeance would abide.

That night the king laughed in his heart

And slept with Huitzil's bride.

Here ends the first scroll with the picture of

a man sitting upon the ground,

which is the sign of an

earthquake, or troubles

to come.

[1] Huitxilopochtli, the Mexican Mars.

[2] Cacique, Chief or lord of a district.

[3] Popocatepetl, which means the Smoking Hill.

[4] A certain Aztec princess who enjoyed a new youth each night. After strangling him, she had his silver death mask made. Her chamber walls shone with their pale lustre.

[5] In ancient Mexico the money was cast in the shape of a 'T'.

[6] Tlascala, the Sparta of Mexico.

II

Here begins the second scroll with the picture of a footprint, which is a sign that someone goes upon a journey.

The king held revels in the town

Next evening, and there came

Chieftains and minstrels of renown

To taste the roasted game

And drink strong mescal to the bride,

But there no priests were bid;

Scowling, the high priest hied him down

From Huitzil's pyramid

To the long palace in the town,

Where many litters fared,

And wrangling bearers set guests down,

And sputtering torches flared

With fluxing light along the walls,

And music's measured din

Sounded above the idlers' calls,

While rich guests hurried in.

The sentries talked before the doors,

But in a time of gloom

The priest sneaked in—down corridors—

Past many an empty room—

For all were at the king's repast;

Slaves near each darkened door

Slept by their earthen lamps. At last

He found upon the floor

The mother of the child he'd slain,

Pallid from many tears

Shed in her agony from pain

That scarcely dulls with years.

She knew him standing there.

Nothing was said.

Her face she covered with her hair

And lay as dead.

"Hail, mother," said the priest,

"Where is your little one,

The king's dead brother's son?

Does he sit with his uncle at the feast,

Whence they will bring him, sleepy, to your side?

Is he still smiling there

Where marriage torches flare,

And warriors drain the pulque to the bride?"

Then with a voice grown weak with many tears,

She spoke, as in a dream, and said,

"Yours was the hand that slew him on the stone—

You know that he is dead."

The far feasters shouted and he heard her moan.

"Yes," said the priest, "Mine was the hand,

But by the king's command, not mine he died.

He died in place of Huitzil's bride

And needs no funeral,

For now he serves the gods

In the high mountain glen

Where Huitzil sits at everlasting feast

And morning sunshine bathes the wall;

His spirit is at peace with them."

"It is his body that I want,"

The mother said, "His little feet—

Dear little feet, that I shall hear no more!

Each footfall was a stroke upon my heart;

His voice that called me 'mother' at the door;

What could the gods want with my child?

His shoes wait still and empty by the bed,

And his soft kisses I shall feel no more,

Oh, he is gone—is dead!"

And then the priest poured in her ear

How the high gods were wronged;

How he had slain the lad from fear,

And how the bride belonged

To Huitzil—and the ruthless king

Slept in a cursèd bed.

"He lives," she gasped—fire swept her brain—

"And my sweet son is dead!"

"Avenge yourself!" replied the priest,

"Arise, put gladness on,

Win near the king at his bad feast;

An hour before the dawn,

A priest will bring the holy dish,

The heart of your young son;

Persuade the king to grant this wish—

And your revenge is won:

Ask him to let you bless the sacrifice;

But you must choose

To taste the heart with him, lest otherwise,

Suspecting, he refuse;

But when you spread your hands to bless the dish,

Bless with your lips and curse within,

And pray to Huitzil for revenge,

And drop this in.

It is a subtle pearl of death;

No more by her soft side

In dalliance, with deep-taken breath,

The king shall seek his bride,

But sleep will lead him to the couch of death,

And death to strange abodes;

Then you will be revenged,

And I shall claim his loved one for the gods."

She rose, and washed away her tears.

And put bright colors on,

Long pendant ear-rings in her ears—

Meanwhile the priest had gone—

She clutched the poison in her hand,

Resolved to play her part,

And by the great door took her stand

While rage surged in her heart.

The room shone with a noonday glare—

Torches on silver urns—

Steam from hot dishes rose in air,

Wild songs were sung by turns;

Huge turkeys in their feathers dressed

Smoked down the crowded board;

From earthen jars behind each guest

Brown slaves the pulque poured.

She stood long by the entrance door

And listened to the feast,

Bronze spear-butts rang upon the floor

In honor to the priest

Who brought the king the holy meat,

Hot from the temple fires—

Huge dish to hide so small a heart!

"Silence!" proclaimed the criers.

The priest strode down the banquet hall,

The woman following after,

Chill silence fell upon them all.

The slave girls ceased their laughter.

He set the dish down, and they heard

The mumbled words of prayer.

The woman stood without a word;

No one could brave her stare.

Only a blind slave mouthed a bone.

A dog the silence broke—

Hunting in dreams, he gave a moan.

The king arose and spoke.

"Sister," he said, "what brings you here,

Where weeping has no place?

Have you no tears for your dead child?

I see none on your face."

"None;" said the woman, "I have wept,

But now I weep no more,

My tearful vigil has been kept.

Children have died before!

I come to show all Anahuac

No woman is above

Bearing her children for the gods.

Duty is more than love!

Therefore, give me the holy dish

To bless it to your use,

For that is all I ask—a wish

Custom can scarce refuse."

But the king tried the woman's soul,

Delayed, and shook his head,

And held aloft the steaming bowl,

Pondered awhile, and said,

"Sup with me from the holy dish.

If you but taste the heart,

Then you may bless it as you wish,

And afterward depart."

"Yea," said the woman, "I will taste

The heart of my own son

If I may bless it; but make haste,

The night is nearly done."

Smiling, he took away the cover.

She gave a cry and start,

Then spread her hands and held them over

The little smoking heart.

Trembling, she blessed with hands outspread,

But writhed and cursed within

And prayed for vengeance on his head—

And dropped the sleep-pearl in.

Then stifling horror in her soul,

She tasted of the heart.

And then the king supped from the bowl,

And let her straight depart.

She sought her lonely, shadowed room,

And there, with fluttering breath,

She blew the light out, and in gloom

Slept to a welcome death.

Then a slave struck upon a gong,

And each guest

Departed with much talk,

And some with song;

And the bride left with her maidens

To their rest.

But the king sat sleeping there alone.

The torches died away,

Glimmering to their sockets in the stone,

While far dogs bayed

The last belated revelers going home.

Only the blind slave sat behind the door,

Mumbling an endless tune,

Peering with eyeballs dim;

Outside there sank the moon,

But light and darkness were alike to him.

Here ends the second scroll with the sign of

a skull set with turquoise stones,

which is the symbol of

Coatlicue, the Goddess

of Death.

III

Here begins the third scroll with the sign of a man in a black canoe, which is the symbol of a soul crossing the Lake of Death.

And no one dared awake the king—

He slept—to him it seemed

White vapor covered everything,

And through its rifts there gleamed

A figure striding through the mist;

Dimly he saw the head,

The white skull set with turquoise stones,

The goddess of the dead.

Now at the hour before the dawn,

When owlets cease to call,

He put a cloak of black skins on

And walked forth from the hall,

Across the terrace, down the stair,

Along an empty street,

Where the lone watchman felt his hair

Rise at the soundless feet.

But to the dying king it seemed

As though he moved with ease

Upon a journey he had dreamed—

No weight above his knees—

So from his house he passed away,

Down to the stony strand

Where the black water of the lake

Whimpered against the land.

And there he hailed a boatman dim

Who gave a toothless scream

And motioned to wade out to him;

Cold as a mountain stream

He felt the lake rise to his chin;

It seemed to strike him through

And freeze his heart—but he plunged in,

And clutched the black canoe.

And the blind boatman helped him up,

Gave him a drink of blood;

Far in the lake he tossed the cup,

And straight across the flood

They moved like stars across the night,

Passing a fisher's raft

Where, seated by a flickering light,

A brown child sat and laughed,

Kissing again her painted doll;

She screamed at the strange sight—

The shadowy boatman tall—

The boat as black as night.

And they passed fishermen's canoes,

Anchored in shallow spots

Where nets were staked—among the crews

Fires glowed in earthen pots—

And chinampas, where in tended rows[1]

White, cherished orchids grew.

They saw far mountain snows

Glimmer against the blue

Of night that now turned faintly gray,

And the wide lake grew flushed

With the first scarlet of the day

As on they rushed.

But the king looked toward the shore,

And saw they left no wake.

The long streak gleamed that shows before

The sun bursts on the lake.

Vague lay the city and the land,

Veiled by a rain—or tears—

Where he had ruled with ruthless hand—

Dreams mirrored back dead years:

Childhood—and little shells brought to his mother.

On the beach at sunset when the lake grew dark;

Young faces of his playmates in old days,

And the first lusts of his strong youth.

The look of his first love, now long since dead;

And walks among the maize fields with his friend,

And that great day the high priest hailed him king—

Long lines of warriors charging home, with streaming feathers,

And the crash of shields,

The spurting arc of blood from one be smote

upon the neck in battle;

Houses and streets, and sights;

And cunning thoughts, and plans that

he had made in the dim city

There across the lake,

That he should see no more.

But now they neared a porphyry cliff

Where lingered blacker night,

And from the prow of the dark skiff

The king beheld a light

That burned upon a landing place

Where a stream cleft the land,

And the torch showed his nephew's face

Shaded by one small hand.

There the king leaped ashore,

And followed up the steep ravine.

The naked child went on before;

On pools there fell the sheen

Of his young body in the light,

And the king heard his echoed calls

And followed after through the night,

Up slippery waterfalls

On rough steps hollowed by the stream,

Up to the high plateaus

Where far across the valley gleam

Iztaccihuatl's snows.[2]

Then they glowed ruddy in the dawn

And the valley, one huge cup,

Lay shining, city and lake and lawn;

The sun was coming up.

In the morning light they stood alone

Upon a spine-like crest,

And the child took a jagged stone

Out from his empty breast,

And said, "The gods have sent you this;

They bid you to their feast.

The place you will not miss:

It lies due east."

Then in the shadows of the place

He seemed to melt away

As a smile fades from the face—

And it was day.

But the king pressed on across the plain

Where in long, dusty lines

The sand blew, for there fell scant rain;

The lizard with sharp spines

Hid mid the myriad cactus thorns,

And swifts would dart and cling,

And the toad blinked beneath his horns,

And birds never sing.

Ever the king rose higher,

Where gila monsters slept by dens

And the slopes grew drier—

Into the huge and solitary glens,

Wounds of a lonely world,

About whose beetling cliffs

The little clouds lay curled.

Framed at the end of one long vale

Was cleft a narrow gate,

A rocky entrance to the dale,

The only break

In the black cliffs to left and right;

It looked into the sky

As one square window frames the light.

To this the king drew nigh.

Suddenly he heard

The sound of stricken metal,

Like a spoken word,

And loud ringing gongs,

The shivering clash

Of cymbals, and the crash

Of drums, and timbrels with the noise

Of piping, and shrill songs of gelded boys.

Around, around him swept a howling rout

Of dancers in the masks of beasts,

With toss of feet and arms about

Like crazy drinkers at wild feasts;

These swept him to the gate, and there

Back to the rock caves fled,

Leaving flat silence on the air

And a dumb dread.

But through the gate he made his way,

Cut in the hill's midriff,

And found the sun with whitest day

Beating upon a cliff

That fell sheer to the valley dim;

And when the clouds would lift,

He saw the far landscape swim

Glimmering through the rift.

Then, reeling from the gaping height,

Back through a lava alley,

Stumbling on rocks in the half-light,

He came into a valley,

The hollow of a cup-shaped hill,

Where the long clouds lay

And all was gray and still.

There at their everlasting feast,

Around a table carved about

With many a tigerish beast

And faces, heavy-lipped, that pout

In stone, the gods sat—

Totec, parrot-faced, with stony stare,

And the water goddess fat,

With writhing serpents in her hair;

Huitzil, with flickering plumes

Of waving fire above his head,

And white-skulled Coatlicue,

The goddess of the dead;

Tlaloc, god of rain, with beryl eyes,

Who gloats on children brought

And slain to him with dismal cries,

In withering times of draught;

And Tezcat, lord of sharp obsidian,

And Quetzalcoatl with his golden curls,

Worshipped at Tlacopan

With sacrifice at noontide hours

Of copal gum, while girls

Bring heaps of fruit and flowers.

In blue folds his snake was curled,

The holy snake with crest

Of feathers, lord of this green world,

Swathed in a rustling nest

Of maize leaves—the wise god,

That makes the rain, and harvest wave,

And the grain ripen in the pod.

Now a desperate courage seized the king;

He dropped his warrior's cloak

And threw away his plumes and ring,

Drew near, and spoke:

"Naked to judgment, Merciless Ones, I come,

Nor fear the tomb,

Knowing that what I did was done

By your own doom."

Then the gods counseled among themselves,

Muttering like summer thunder,

As when the distant earthquake delves

Beneath the hills, and wonder

Falls on the cities of the plain

At the vast, rocking rumble—

Then terror, and men flee in vain,

And the high towers tumble.

So spoke the gods, and a thick gloom

Came upon everything

While the serpent hissed their doom

Upon the king.

"One act of mercy spoils a life

Of fragrant slaughter full.

Since you are nothing—

Neither merciless nor merciful,

Your doom is this:

You shall be hurled

From a cliff

And this good world to nothingness."

So spoke the serpent in a hiss.

Then Huitzil seized a monster spear

And drove the king along the path.

His soul now first knew fear

At the beast laugh

The gods gave—once he looked back,

But following after,

Huge Huitzil strode upon his track,

Shaking with laughter.

Now the far valley burst upon his view

With rolling hill and plain,

Cloud-shadowed to the mountains blue.

He stood upon the cliff again—

Tottered—and heard an eagle scream—

Then suddenly he seemed to fall

As one falls in a dream.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Down in the palace in the town,

The king's body stirred and cried

A fearful cry, and startled slaves ran in;

And rumor spread that he had died.

Then came a loud uproar

And the priests raged outside,

And with stone hammers smote upon the door

And Huitzil claimed his bride.

Here ends the third scroll with the sign

of a closed eye, which is

the symbol of

death.

[1] Chinampas, Floating garden rafts.

[2] One of the twin volcanoes in the valley of Mexico. The name means "The White Woman" from cihuatl, woman. The form of the mountain suggested the name.

Three hundred and fifty copies printed at

the Press of William Edwin Rudge, Mount

Vernon, N. T. Typography by Bruce Rogers.

Decorations by Bernhardt Wall.

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