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MEETING OF. THE LOVERS. 77 ace, and the room can be entered by means of which he knows very little. ‘Lhere is that strange priest; he has been hanging around the palace all day. I wish | knew who he was. Its danger- ous meddling with these priests, but I wall setile this one’s account, if Lean get a good chance. Toluca and Cruzilli will be here in a day cr two, then look out. Yes, yes ! look out ! My authority can not be trampled with impunity; and the proud monarch shall fee} the full weight of my vengeance. I will be revenged ! 1 will _—’? he paused suddenly, turned, and beheld the strange priest standing before him! | —— ee, mir! CHAPTER XVIL > ACCUMULATION OF DISASTERS, Tux forty-eight hours subsequent to the incidents of our last chapter, were of momentous interest to the Aztecs. During that period, their soyereign had unwittingly left bis royal palace for an abode in the Spanish quarters, — become a prisoner, and a tool in the hands of the scheming Cortez, for the future subjugation of the empire. As might be supposed, matters of a domestic nature were more or less neglected. While a ay an See of the community were conspiring against the invaders, party was carrying out the wicked propensi- ties of their unbridled passions; very few were pursuing their usual ful ayocations., The affairs of government were in # sad con- iti circumstances which rendered Toluca and Cruzilli’s schemes the more easily accomplished : they cou d now return to the city and prosecute their base designs without fear of being molested. —_—_—_— Jt was the hour of midnight, when a man closely muffled about the face, entered the imperial court-yard, and moved hurriedly along through the dense crowd collected around the royal palace, elamorous with indignation and excitement. Gautemozin had been addressing them on the subject of their sovereign’s unexpected ae sentiments had been expressed in bold, open language; yet, his command, the enraged populace immediately dispersed, though not until they had pledged them- selves, to a man, to stand by the prince in freeing their country of While these things were transpiring, Mazina, and the old purse provided by the noble, were seated in the apartment into which Mazi- conicldbooks.con