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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: So we went and were ushered into a chamber where Cuitlahua lay
covered by a sheet, as though he were already dead, and with
incense burning round him in golden censers. When we entered he
was in a stupor, but presently he awoke, and it was announced to
him that we waited.
'Welcome, niece,' he said, speaking through the sheet and in a
thick voice; 'you find me in an evil case, for my days are
numbered, the pestilence of the Teules slays those whom their
swords spared. Soon another monarch must take my throne, as I took
your father's, and I do not altogether grieve, for on him will rest
the glory and the burden of the last fight of the Aztecs. Your
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