a feather of a fisher bird; ear plugs of jadestone and a nose plug of turquoise. On his head was either a coronet or diadem of gold, tufted with tall plumes, or one of those great overarching headdresses all of arm-long quetzal tototl tail feathers.
But the most striking feature of his costume was the mantle, always of a length to hang from his shoulders to his ankles, always of the most beautiful feathers from the most rare and precious birds, always of the most painstaking feather work. He had mantles made of all scarlet feathers, or all yellow, all blue or green, or a mingling of various colors. But the one I remember best was the voluminous mantle made all of the iridescent, scintillating, varicolored feathers of none but hummingbirds. When I remind you that the largest feather on a hummingbird is scarcely bigger than the little tufty eyebrow of a moth, Your Excellency may appreciate the feathersmiths' talent and labor and ingenuity that went into the making of that mantle, and the inestimable worth of it as a true work of art.
Motecuzoma had not evinced such luxurious tastes during his two years as regent, while Ahuitzotl was still alive—or half alive. Motecuzoma and his two wives had lived simply, occupying just a few corner rooms of the old and by then rather derelict palace built by his grandfather Motecuzoma the Elder. He had dressed inconspicuously, and had eschewed pomp and ceremony, and had refrained from exercising all the powers inherent in the regency. He had promulgated no new laws, founded no new frontier settlements, instigated no new wars. He had confined his attention only to those day-to-day affairs of the Mexica domains that required no momentous decisions or pronouncements.
However, on his installation as Revered Speaker, when Motecuzoma shed those somber blue and black robes, he threw off all humility at the same moment. I think I can best illustrate by recounting my first meeting with the man, some months after his accession, when he began calling in all his nobles and knights for interviews, one by one. His expressed intent was that he wished to become familiar with those subordinates he did not yet know except as names on a roster, but I believe his true intent was to awe and impress us all with his new air of majesty and magnificence. Anyway, when he had worked his way down through courtiers and nobles and wise men and priests and seers and sorcerers, he came eventually to the ranks of the Eagle Knights, and in due time I was summoned to present myself at court in the forenoon of a certain day. I did so, resplendent and uncomfortable again in all my feathered regalia, and the steward outside the throne room door said:
'Will my lord the Eagle Knight Mixtli divest himself of his uniform?'
'No,' I said flatly. It had been trouble enough to get into.
'My lord,' he said, seeming as nervous as a rabbit, 'it is required by order of the Revered Speaker himself. If you will please to take off the eagle head and the mantle and the taloned sandals, you can cover the body armor with this.'
'With rags?' I exclaimed, as he handed me a shapeless garment made of the maguey-fiber cloth we used for sacking. 'I am no supplicant or petitioner, man! How dare you?'
'Please, my lord,' he begged, wringing his hands. 'You are not the first to resent it. But henceforth the custom is that all appearing before the Revered Speaker will come barefooted and in beggarly garb. I dare not admit you otherwise. It would cost my life.'
'This is nonsense,' I grumbled, but, to spare the poor rabbit, I put off my helmet, shield, and outerwear, and draped myself in the sackcloth.
'Now, when you go in—' the man started to say.
'Thank you,' I said crisply, 'but I know how to comport myself in the presence of high personages.'
'There are some other new rules of protocol,' said the wretch. 'I entreat you, my lord, not to draw displeasure on yourself or on me. I merely tell you the orders given.'
'Tell me,' I said, through my teeth.
'There are three chalk marks on the floor between the door and the Revered Speaker's chair. As you enter, the first mark is just beyond the threshold. There you stoop and make the gesture of tlalqualiztli—finger to floor to lips—saying, 'Lord.' Walk to the second-mark, again make obeisance, and say, 'My lord.' Walk to the third mark, kiss the earth again, and say, 'My great lord.' Do not rise then until he gives you leave, and do not approach closer to his person than that third chalk mark.'
'This is unbelievable,' I said.
Avoiding my stare, the steward went on, 'You will address the Revered Speaker only when he asks a direct question requiring your reply. Do not at any time raise your voice above a discreet murmur. The interview will be concluded when the Revered Speaker says it is. At that moment, make the tlalqualiztli where you stand. Then walk backward—'
'This is insanity.'
'Walk backward, always keeping your face and front respectfully to the throne, dropping to kiss the earth at each chalk mark, and continue to walk backward until you are out the door and in this corridor again. Only then may you resume your garb and your rank—'
'And my human dignity,' I said sourly.
'Ayya, I beseech you, my lord,' said the terrified rabbit. 'Do not essay any such jest in yonder, in the presence. You would come out not backward, but in segments.'
When I had approached the throne in the prescribed humiliating manner, saying at the proper intervals, 'Lord... my lord... my great lord,' Motecuzoma let me remain crouched for a long moment before he condescended to drawl, 'You may rise, Eagle Knight Chicome-Xochitl Tlilectic-Mixtli.'
Ranked behind his throne stood the elderly men of the Speaking Council, most of them, of course, left over from previous reigns, but there were two or three new faces. One of the new ones was the newly appointed Snake Woman, Tlacotzin. All the men were barefooted and, instead of their customary yellow mantles of distinction, wore the same drab sacking cloth that I did, and looked unhappy about it. The Revered Speaker's throne was a modestly low icpali chair, not even raised on a dais, but the elegance of his costume—especially in contrast to the others in the room—belied any pretense of modesty. He had a number of bark papers unfolded full length across his lap and trailing to the floor on either side, and evidently he had just read from one of them my full name. Next he made a show of consulting several different panels of several different papers, and said:
'It appears that my uncle Ahuitzotl entertained the idea of someday elevating you to the Speaking Council, Knight Mixtli. I entertain no such idea.'
'Thank you, Lord Speaker,' I said, and meant it. 'I have never aspired to—
He interrupted, in a biting voice, 'You will speak only when I indicate by a question that your reply is required.'
'Yes, my lord.'
'And that reply was not required. Obedience need not be expressed; it is taken for granted.'
He studied the papers again, while I stood mute, hot with anger. I had once thought Ahuitzotl foolishly pompous, always speaking of himself as 'we,' but in retrospect he seemed warm and outgoing, compared to this icily aloof nephew of his.
'Your maps and journals of your travels are excellent, Knight Mixtli. These of Texcala will be of immediate use, for I plan a new war which will end forever the defiance of those Texcalteca. I also have here your maps of the southern trace routes all the way into the Maya country. All superbly detailed. Very good work indeed.' He paused, then flicked his cold gaze up at me. 'You may say 'thank you' when your Revered Speaker compliments you.'
I duly said, 'Thank you,' and Motecuzoma went on:
'I understand that in the years since you presented these maps to my uncle, you have made other journeys.' He waited, and when I did not reply, he barked, 'Speak!'
'I have not been asked a question, my lord.'
Smiling without humor, he said, very precisely, 'During those later journeys did you also make maps?'
'Yes, Lord Speaker, either on the road or immediately on my return home, while my memory of landmarks was still fresh.'
'You will deliver those maps here to the palace. I will have use for them when eventually I make war in other places after Texcala.' I said nothing; obedience was taken for granted. He continued, 'I understand also that you have an admirable command of many provincial languages.'
He waited again. I said, 'Thank you, Lord Speaker.'
He snarled, 'That was not a compliment!'
'You said admirable, my lord.'
