The hosts of the Aztec Empire returning from the war.
But neither sounded nor teponaxtles shells, nor did huéhuetl bounce their repercussions on the streets and in temples. Nor chirimías its piping tone scattered in the vast valley of Anahuac and the shimmering blue-green of the five lakes (Chalco, Xochimilco, Texcoco, Ecatepec and Tzompanco) a dwindling army was reflected in defeat. The eagle knight, the knight and the tiger that was said Captain Coyote brought their broken shields and plumes tremolando clothes torn and tattered bloody wind.
Back in the cues and step on the strengths of the braziers they were off and empty tlecáxitl was the ceremonial incense, huge cauldrons of mud with the horrible figure of Texcatlipoca the lame god of war. The collected standards and the board of the Yopica they were old and wise masters of the art of strategy, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the warriors to hear from his own lips the explanation of his embarrassing defeat.
Had long putting together a large contingent of well Aztec warriors had come out for conquers the Southland, where dwelt beyond the Ulmecas, the Xicalanca, the Zapotecs and Vixtotis needed to anoint the already huge manor Anahuac. Two lunar cycles had passed and already thinking about a settlement of conquest, but now returned the meek and full of shame warriors.
For two moons had fought bravely, without giving or asking a truce, but despite their valiant struggle and knowledge of war learned in the Calmecac, which was named the Institute of War, returned decimated, with broken clubs, toothless, though battered shields batons bloodied with the blood of his enemies.
He came to the front of this sad and disillusioned host, an Aztec warrior who despite tearing his clothes and disheveled plume of colored feathers, retained his gallantry, his pride and pride in their ancestry.
Embijados men hid their faces and women cried and ran to hide their children so that they were not witnesses of aque dishonorable return.
Only one woman was not crying, she looked stunned amazement as bizarre Aztec warrior with his haughty eye serene mood and wanted to prove he had fought and lost fair and square against an overwhelming number of men of the races in the South.
The woman turned pale and his face turned white as lily of the lakes, feeling the gaze of the Aztec warrior who fixed her her lively, dark eyes. And Xochiquétzal, such was the woman and that means beautiful flower, felt suddenly withered, because that was his beloved Aztec warrior and had sworn eternal love.
Xichoquétzal stirred furious to see with deep hatred of Tlaxcala that his wife had made a week earlier, swearing and filling of deceit telling the Aztec warrior, his sweet beloved, fell dead in the war against the Zapotecs.
-¡Me Have lied, vile and venomous that it Tzompetlácatl man - it's called the escorpión-; You tricked me to marry me. But I love you not because I have always loved him and he is back and loving to follow simpre!
Xochiquétzal launched a thousand insults against Tlaxcala raising false and the hem of her blouse ran across the plain, moaning his intense love misfortune.
His graceful figure reflected on the surfaces of the iridescent waters of the great Lake Texcoco, where the Aztec warrior turned to face her. And he saw her husband run followed and it was found that she fled in terror. Then he clenched his fist angrily on the baton and away from the ranks of warriors humiliated was launched in tracking them.
Few steps and separated the beautiful Xochiquétzal the despicable husband when overtook them Aztec warrior.
There was no exchange of words because every word and left over right there. The tlaxcalteca extracted the spear hiding under the cloak and the Aztec waved his baton toothed, teeth embedded Coyámetl jaguar and such was the boar.
They collided love and lies.
The spear with flint-tipped bristles sought Warrior Aztec chest and sent angry baton blows towards skull who had stolen his beloved using cunning deceptions.
And so they were going away from the valley, crossing the tougher fight between lagoons where the salamanders and jumped xochócatl are green frogs silty shores.
Duel that lasted a long time.
The tlaxcalteca defending his wife and his lie.
The Aztec love of the woman he loved and who had to live arrestros return to Anahuac.
Finally, almost at sunset, the Aztec could slay an Tlaxcala who fled his country, to his land perhaps for help to avenge the Aztec.
The winner for the love and the truth came looking for her beloved Xochiquétzal.
And he found lying forever dead in the middle of the valley, because a woman who loved as she could not live bear the shame and embarrassment of being with another man, when in fact he loved the master of his being and he had sworn eternal fidelity.
The Aztec warrior knelt beside her and wept with eyes and soul. And cut flowers and xoxocotzin wonders with which covered the lifeless body of the beautiful Xochiquétzal. Crown his temples with fragrant flowers Yoloxóchitl which is the heart flower and brought a censer in which incense burned. It came also called Zenzontletole zenzontle because it mimics the voices of other birds chirping and means 400, as four shades of sweet songs launches this bird.
The sky in clouds crossed Tlahuelpoch, which is the messenger of death.
And legend has it that at one time the earth shook and lightning thundered space and a cataclysm occurred which did not speak the oral traditions of the Tlachiques that are the old sages and soothsayers, nor tlacuilos had registered in his astonishing codices . Everything shook and the earth blast and fire stones fell on the five lakes, the sky became dark and the people of Anahuac struck terror filled.
At dawn they were there, where before it was valley two snowy mountains, one that had the unmistakable shape of a woman lying on a mound of white flowers and other high and high to take the form of an Aztec warrior kneeling by the snowy feet of a impressive ice sculpture.
The flowers of the heights called Tepexóchitl to grow in the mountains between pine trees, along with the morning pearling, white shroud covered the slopes of the dead whiteness of dawn and put snow on her beautiful breasts and thighs and covered all ermine.
Since then, these two volcanoes now watch the beautiful valley of Anahuac, had names for Iztaccihuatl and Popocatepetl means sleeping woman, who translates for smoking mountain, as they sometimes smoke usually escape huge cauldron.
As for the cowardly tlaxcalteca deceiver, as also he says the legend, was to die near his land disoriented and also became mountain was covered with snow and they named Poyauteclat, which means Twilight Lord and then Citlaltepetl or hill the star and watch far away from the eternal dream of the two lovers and those who can never be separated.
Those were the days when they worshiped the god Coyote and Hummingbird God in the Aztec pantheon and mountains were gods and received tributes of flowers and singing, because of her skirts slips vivifying water and fertilize the fields.
For many years and shortly before the conquest, dead maidens unhappy love or lovesickness, were buried on the slopes of Iztaccihuatl, of Xochiquétzal, the woman who died of grief and love and now lies turned into snowy mountain Evergreen ermine.