When the Aztecs settled at
"The Place of the Prickly Pear
Cactus", they tried very hard to get along with their neighbors as their
main god had instructed them to do. They did not go to war. They did not
capture people to feed to their many gods. Instead, they used their own people.
It was an honor to be sacrificed. Everyone knew that.
In a spirit of goodwill, the Aztec emperor sent a messenger to a nearby
tribe. The chief of the tribe had been a bit standoffish so far. The emperor
was hoping that his message might help to make a new friend. The emperor's
message was an invitation. He invited the chief's daughter to journey to
the Aztec capital to meet his son.
When the princess arrived at Tenochtitlan, the Aztec capital city, she
brought with her many servants and attendants, along with a gorgeous wedding
dress and presents for her new family. She spent a most enjoyable evening
with the emperor and his handsome son.
A few days later, when her father arrived in the city of Tenochtitlan,
he fully expected to attend a wedding. Imagine his surprise when he learned
that his daughter had been sacrificed with great ceremony, along with her
many attendants and slaves. It was the highest honor the Aztecs could pay.
Broken hearted, the chief hurried home to his people. That very day,
he sent his army to wage war on the horrible Aztecs. The Aztecs won. They
went on to conquer tribe after tribe in the valley. Each conquered tribe
had to pay tribute to the Aztecs in the form of food, clothing, jewels, and
of course, captives to feed the hungry gods. That made the Aztecs very happy
and very rich.
Truly, the Aztecs were not worried that their main god might be angry
with them for going to war. After all, they had tried to get
along. And just as soon as they had conquered all the people in the valley,
they would live in peace with their neighbors, exactly as their
god had told them to do. Surely there could be no confusion about
that.