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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: no more that night. With us and after us came the long array of
Spaniards and Tlascalans, and from every side the Aztecs poured
upon them, clinging to their struggling line as ants cling to a
wounded worm.
How can I tell all that came to pass that night? I cannot, for I
saw but little of it. All I know is that for two hours I was
fighting like a madman. The foe crossed the first canal, but when
all were over the bridge was sunk so deep in the mud that it could
not be stirred, and three furlongs on ran a second canal deeper and
wider than the first. Over this they could not cross till it was
bridged with the dead. It seemed as though all hell had broken
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