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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: throwing him across my body. Thrice that rush came like a rush of
the sea, and each time the stand of the Aztecs weakened. Now their
circle was broken and the swords of the Spaniards flashed up on
every side, and now the red ray lay within the ring upon my heart.
'Smite, priest of Tezcat,' screamed the voice of the astronomer;
'smite home for the glory of your gods!'
With a fearful yell the priest lifted the knife; I saw the golden
sunbeam that rested full upon my heart shine on it. Then as it was
descending I saw the same sunbeam shine upon a yard of steel that
flashed across me and lost itself in the breast of the murderer
priest. Down came the great flint knife, but its aim was lost. It
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