Chapter Twenty-Two: BETWEEN THE SMOKING MOUNTAIN AND THE SLEEPING WOMAN
The next morning, Cortez assembled the Cholulan caciques, commanders, nobles, and priests, together with the Tlaxcalan commanders, in the freshly swept courtyard. Mounted on his horse, he had the Mesheeka ambassadors standing on one side, and Malinali on the other. Behind him were arrayed his officers, resplendent in polished armor, and a contingent of Totonac warriors led by Mamexi, all in their finest feather headdresses. Cortez began speaking to the Cholulans sternly:
"Two days ago, the king of Cholula was guilty of a great treachery, which he and his followers paid for with their lives. The entire city of Cholula deserves to be destroyed for this treachery, and your enemies of Tlaxcala wished to do so. But you are subjects of the Lord Montezuma, and it is out of my respect for him that I will forgive Cholula. I will pardon and forgive Cholula on one condition: that the Cholulans make peace with Tlaxcala. Nobles and leaders of Cholula: have you chosen one among you to now be your king?"
A tall man stepped forward, enrobed in a beautifully feather-embroidered mantle.
