The nobles telling Sahagun about their past recalled the words a father spoke to his daughter when she matured: "Here you are, my child, my precious necklace, my creation, my offspring, my blood, my color, my image; and now that you have become aware, you already see how things are." "Behold, here is your mother; from her womb, from her breast you were chipped, you were flaked. It is as if you were a plant which has propagated, sprouted, blossomed. It is as if you had been asleep and are now awake." "Know that you come from someone, you are descended from someone, you were born by someone's grace; you are the spine, the thorn, of the lords who have already gone to reside beyond." "You are a precious green stone, you are a turquoise, you are blood, you are color, you are a spine, you are a thorn. You are one's hair, one's fingernail, one's chip, one's flake."