Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 98 of 104
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100 THE SLAVE SCULPTOR. They located themselves for a permanent residence, in the beautiful city of Iztapalapan, from which they could overlook the capital, and far across the valley was visible the wall, in which were located the secret chambers, and to which place they made frequent visits. They owned a large palace and lived happily together, and many were the times that Don Luis de Velasco was importuned to relate his adventures, while with the Aztecs. Here Sonora his wife, no lon- ger Tonatiuh the prophetess, would sit hours together, and relate to her little grandchildren, the particulars of her own trials, from the time she found herself lying in a nook of rocks, after the great wreck, down to the moment of finding her husband and child, whom she had so long mourned for as dead. Here, Mazina — who was still called by that name, and Alonzo de Costa — Maxtla, the sculptor, passed many, many happy days; and bere, also, was Meztli,—the strange child of the Aztecs. She was faithful to her pledge, given to Alonzo when he rescued her from the ** cages’’ under the teocalli ; yet he had more to be grateful for than she, and the kind-hearted Aztec was far from being a slave in the family of her friends. She was a dear and cherished companion, and Mazina’s children called her ‘‘ Aunt Mezzi,’’ for many a year of blissful association. Meatli’s revenge was consummated in the great glory of the house of the Slave Sculptor! comicbooks.com