Much time had passed since the creation of mankind and these creatures were growing ever more beautiful.  Among them was a lovely young maiden named Ickapoyo, that is to say in Nahuatl(the Aztec Language), Cotton Cape.   She came and went through the land, happy and confident.  The land of her people was rich and the people were without fear because her father, the king was a wise and good man.  He ruled fairly.
    Mankind was not the first race on Earth and it is said that some of the original giants still roamed the wastelands.  It is said, that one day, one of these forgotten giants approached the lands of the humans.  It was Scorpion, an evil beast.  It was larger than the whales that swim the sea.  One drop of venom from his spiked tail could kill a human before he could touch the ground.  It is also said that when he saw Ickapoyo he immedietely fell in love and wanted to posses her.  He grabbed her and ran for the wilderness.  The screams of the horrified princess alerted her father and his men.  They confronted the monster.  Using tricks they were able to force the furious beast to retreat without his prize.
"Did you see how the Scorpion wanted to carry away my daughter?   What if he returns and there is no one near enough to help?"  said the King to the young hero Nestitetl Nestitetl  whose name means Gray Rock observes the young Princess and felt an unfamaliar attraction.  The rising impulse to protect her was the expression of love.  Cotton Cape felt a similar attraction and longed for the refuge of his strong arms but the blush in her cheeks said no.  In her, too, love was born.           
     Gray Rock left to do battle with Scorpion.  It was in the lands of Xantetelko where they fought their titanic battle and Gray Rock emerged the winner.  But when the other giants became aware of the death of Scopion, they swore vengence.
    Armies of fierce monsters prepared to invade the lands of Anahuac.  Upon learning of this the humans were afraid and decided to ask the valiant GrayRock to lead them and on their return to marry their Princess.  The beautiful CottonCape looked with ecstasy at GreyRock.  He was dressed in the furs of savage animals, adorned with the colorful feathers of precious birds.  He looked every bit, the War Chief of the army he had trained.  Songs of War, brave shouts and the trumpeting of the Caracoles (seashell horns)signaled the beginning of their march. 
    There passed days and then a complete Moon, followed by another cycle of the Moon, and still  no  word from the warriors.
    Time passed and CottonCape paled waiting for the return of her promised one.  She sickened, and one morning in the Month of  Tlaxocimako (month of the offering of flowers) she remained asleep.  Her face was pale, tranquil, without pin or gesture.
    The horns blared the return of the valiant warriors, GrayRock in the lead.  A presentiment of death while on his triumphal road home and then upon entering the Valley he felt a deep pain enclose his heart.  He ran toward the houses  and saw the funeral preparations.  He smelled the essences  of flowers, the insence smoke rose in the air as mourners were preparing the body of his  beloved princess.
    He leaned to carress her face.  He strong, valiant, invincible,  cried silently before her.
    All through the night he remained immobile.  The following morning as the Sun rose above the horrizon, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the wide Western entrance to the Valley.  Here he said, I will build a great tomb to close the road of the Sun.  For her to salute the birth of each day and say goodbye to all the days that die.  Then he built the grandest  mausoleum known on Earth. Never was one larger nor so tall that the rays of the Sun can't warm it  and the moist breezes are changed into capes of white snow. 
    There he laid his entranced beauty with her head to the North and her feet graciously to the South.  On her virginal breast two  diamonds to reflect the brilliance of the days.
    Next to her he built another Mausoeum and enclosed himself with his smoking pipe (the  symbol of enternal peace).  The legendary plumbed hero and his smoking pipe, ever vigilant over the dreams of his beloved was also covered with snow.
    Many years later, men contemplating  these snow covered mountains gave them the names Itztazihuatl - white woman and Popocatepetl - smoking mountain.
    Today, these volcanoes Itztazihuatl and Popocatepetl  give a beautiful and  luminous tone to the Valley of Mexico. They are admired by the thousands of foreigners who visit our Capitol.