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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: musicians had sung before us and our path was strewn with flowers.
And now! Now we came two fugitives from the vengeance of the
Teules, I borne in a litter by four tired soldiers, while Otomie,
the princess of this people, still clad in her wanton's robe, at
which the women mocked, for she had been able to come by no other,
tramped at my side, since there were none to carry her, and the
inhabitants of the place cursed us as the authors of their woes.
Nor did we know if they would stop at words.
At length we crossed the square beneath the shadow of the teocalli,
and reached the ancient and sculptured palace as the light failed,
and the smoke on Xaca, the holy hill, began to glow with the fire
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