Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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84 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE THE BATTLE ON THE CAUSEWAY solid stone wall. Even tho there was need to fear, it were wasted. Before his door was the royal body-guard, armed with sharp javelins and massive hatchets of the hardest flint. Montezuma lay on his couch for hours, his soul saturated in his own sweet thoughts. He had suddenly conceived an idea for increasing the prosperity of his beloved people and extending his kingdom. These strangers could assist him to that end ! Indeed, he could not help but think they were the very messengers of the benign God of Peace. Suddenly the sweetest sound fell upon his ear that he ever recollected hearing. It was the voice of a woman calling ! He rose and went to the casement, his ears intoxicated with the ravishing message : "0 Ruler of the World, I come to thee on the soft petals of the night flower. My soul sings to thee thru the song of the starling. My heart craves thee thru the soft light of the moonbeams. 0 King, admit thy slave who desires thee ! ' ' "Marina! Marina !" called Montezuma, softly, overcome with emotion. "Yes, yes, 0 my King," came back the eager voice from the night. " I go to give orders to admit thee. ' ' "Nay, dismiss thy guard. Their eyes will but burn and mock me with unholy light!" pleaded the voice of his beloved. Montezuma dismissed the guard, and waited. This was the end of war and the consummation of peace. The King, the chosen one of God, was denied nothing. Peace in his kingdom ; love from his queen — blessed is such a King ! Montezuma had arrayed himself in a rich mantle, and with eager steps approached the dividing curtain. The curtain fluttered for a moment as some one touched it, and then it was slowly drawn aside. Montezuma sprang back with a cry. The person before him was Hernando Cortez, grandee of Spain. In his eye was a soft, cruel smile, in his hand a drawn sword! "Marina!" breathed the King, his sweet vision not yet quite dispelled. "Marina!" called the Spaniard, sharply, and the curtain moved again, and Marina slipped softly in and laid a gentle hand on his arm. "Marina!" This time all the joy had gone from the King's voice. Montezuma moved gropingly back to his couch, with the heart, that had swollen the moment before with streams of sweet joy, now broken into fragments by grief. Cortez called, but he was answered only by a sob.