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Montezuma's Daughter
In the historical romance set during the sixteenth century, Montezuma's Daughter, Englishman Thomas Wingfield seeks revenge on his Spanish cousin Juan de Garcia for murdering his mother. After pursuing the villain from Seville to Mexico, Wingfield witnesses the arrival of Cortes, and he marries the Aztec princess Otomie. It is not until after his nemesis, Otomie, and his five children perish that Wingfield returns to England and weds Lily Bozard, the English betrothed of his youth. MD was inspired by Haggard’s trip to Mexico in 1892, but biographers note that the death of the protagonist's five children reflects Haggard’s own grief after the death of his son Jock.
MD was serialized in The Graphic from July to November 1893, and included illustrations by Seymour Lucas & J. R. Weguelin. Longmans, Green, and Co., London, published the first edition on 13 November 1893 featuring 24 full-page illustrations by Maurice Greiffenhagen. Longmans issued 10,000 copies in this printing. Longmans, New York, published the first US edition. Macdonald & Co., London, published an edition of MD illustrated by Hookway Cowles in December 1948, 1st thus, with a 6th imprint November 1965.
Further Reading:
Haggard, H. Rider. The Days of My Life, An Autobiography. 2 Vols. London: Longmans, Green and Co., 1926. I: 39-44. Print.
Pocock, Tom. Rider Haggard and the Lost Empire. London: Weidenfeld and Nicolson, 1993. 87-89. Print.
Whatmore, D.E.. H Rider Haggard: A Bibliography. Westport, CT: Meckler Publishing Co., 1987. F16, 27-28. Print.
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Editions of Montezuma's Daughter
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1231
London: The Graphic Office, 1 July 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1232
London: The Graphic Office, 8 July 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1233
London: The Graphic Office, 15 July 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1234
London: The Graphic Office, 22 July 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1235
London: The Graphic Office, 29 July 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1236
London: The Graphic Office, 5 August 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1237
London: The Graphic Office, 12 August 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1238
London: The Graphic Office, 19 August 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1239
London: The Graphic Office, 26 August 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1240
London: The Graphic Office, 2 September 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1241
London: The Graphic Office, 9 September 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1242
London: The Graphic Office, 16 September 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1243
London: The Graphic Office, 23 September 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1244
London: The Graphic Office, 30 September 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1245
London: The Graphic Office, 7 October 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1246
London: The Graphic Office, 14 October 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1247
London: The Graphic Office, 21 October 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1248
London: The Graphic Office, 28 October 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1249
London: The Graphic Office, 4 November 1893.
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The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1250
London: The Graphic Office, 11 November 1893.
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1st UK edition
London: Longmans, Green and Co., 1893.
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1st Edition Thus
London: Harrap and Co., 1925.
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Macdonald Illustrated Edition, 6th imprint
London: Macdonald & Co, 1965.
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From the window of the room wherein I write I can see the peaceful valley of the Waveney. Beyond its stream are the common lands golden with gorse, the ruined castle, and the red roofs of Bungay town gathered about the tower of St. Mary’s Church
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‘If the señor will graciously express his wish in Spanish,’ I said, speaking in that language, ‘it may be in my power to help him’
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So I went and waited under the beech with a beating heart, and presently Lily glided up to me
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‘These are the records,’ he said, ‘though none can read them except myself'
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She thought a while, then drew off her cloak, displaying the robes of a nun.
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'This one is alive also and does not seem so sick,’ said a man
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Then, having donned a scarlet cloak, the head priest, that same who had felt my heart, uttered some kind of prayer
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‘Greeting, Guatemoc my cousin,’ she said in a sweet voice
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Now Montezuma stepped from the shadow and stood face to face with the dead.
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Last of all came Otomie
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For some minutes we lay thus side by side, and as we lay a great wonder and gratitude grew in my heart
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All that I could see was a gleam of armour in the mud. I threw myself upon it, gripping at the wearer’s throat, and together we rolled down the side of the causeway into the shallow water at the edge of the lake
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‘A mirror! Swift, bring me a mirror!’ I gave her one, and rising on her arm, eagerly she scanned her face
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and there it lay still and dreadful among the gems and gold
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‘Your pleasure, general?’ ‘Greeting to you, comrade,’ answered Cortes. ‘You know this renegade?’
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Quick as thought she drew the sword from the grass and smote with all her strength upon the man’s bent neck
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As I came, a zaphilote alighted on the head of the body that hung nearest to me
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Naked to the waist, his hands bound behind him, his grizzled locks hanging about his breast, his keen eyes fixed upon the faces of his heathen foes in menace rather than in supplication
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Thrice they cried it, each time more shrilly than before, then suddenly they were GONE, the women of the Otomie were no more!
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Surely, I thought, he will await me now. But even I had not fathomed the depth of his terrors, for de Garcia... looked towards me, then fled forward on his feet
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And there in the quiet light of the June evening I knelt in the chancel upon the rushes that strewed the grave of my father and my mother, and sent my spirit up towards them in the place of their eternal rest, and to the God who guards them
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In front, clad in rich armour, rode their leader Cortes
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Look, my comrades. He is no Spaniard, but an English spy.
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'Juan de Garcia gives you greeting, Thomas Wingfield.'
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I saluted him in the Indian fashion.
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I will read you the words, Otomie.
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Next they carried me up the winding paths of the mighty Teocalli.
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On a chair sat de Garcia.
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One by one they drew near to me, smiling and sighing
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So I took her in my arms and kissed her.
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'Am I among my own people of the Otomie?'
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'At length, de Garcia!' I cried in Spanish.
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A yard of steel flashed across me, and lost itself in the breast of the murderer priest.
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He fought, and desperately, thrusting at the empty air
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He never looked behind him: he knew what was there— death in the shape of a man!
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She drew me across the sill.
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He raised his visor, and began to speak
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'When you will, Thomas,' she answered, placing her hand in mine.
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We paddled for two hours or more across the lake
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'Peace!' she said, 'I will not be shriven by such as you'
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Presently she lifted her head, and the moonlight fell full upon her face
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The he drew, and we fell to it desperately
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'You lie, murderer!'
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There, gleaming whitely in the gathering twilight, was the dead face of my mother.
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The wine was brought
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