Cotton grew of many colors, so that there was no need to dye it, and the very birds sang more sweetly than they have ever sung since.

Ah! If Quetzalcoatl had always stopped with us, we should have been happy, indeed!" "But why did he not, Malinche ?" Malinche shook her head.
"He was a god, but not one of the greatest, and one of these grew angry with him--I cannot tell who.

Perhaps it was the god of war, who saw that the Anahuans were so happy that they no longer went out to conquer other people, and to provide sacrifices for him.
Perhaps they were jealous, because the people worshiped Quetzalcoatl more than them.

Anyhow, they were angry with him, and he was obliged to leave us.
"He came down to the sea, and took leave of the people, promising that he or his descendants would some day revisit them.

Then he took his seat in his boat, which was formed of serpent skins, and sailed away, and has never been seen again.