“Naturally.  How could she help it, Inca?  Who, after seeing you, would wish to turn to Urco?”

“No one, especially as Urco is a coarse and brutal fellow.  Well, what was I to do?  There are reasons why I do not wish to marry again at my age; indeed I am tired of the sight of women, who want time to pray and think of holy things; also if I had done what she wished, some might have thought that I had behaved badly to Urco.  At the same time, a woman’s heart is sacred and I could not do violence to that of one so sweet and understanding and lovely.  So I put her into the House of the Virgins of the Sun where she will be quite safe.”

“It seems that she was not safe, Inca.”

“No, because that violent man, Urco, being disappointed and very jealous, through some low creature of his, who waited on the Virgins, tried to poison her with a drug which would have made her all swollen and hideous and covered her face with blotches, also perhaps have sent her mad.  Luckily one of the matrons, whom we call Mama-conas, knocked the cup away before she drank, but some of the horrible poison went into her eyes and blinded her.”

“So she lives, Inca.”

“Certainly she lives.  I have learnt that for myself, because in this country it is not wise to trust what they tell you.  You know as Inca I have privileges, and although even I do not talk to them, I caused those Virgins of the Sun to be led in front of me, which in strictness even I ought not to have done.  It was a dreary business, Lord Hurachi, for though those Virgins may be so holy, some of them are very old and hideous and of course Quilla as a novice came last in the line conducted by two Mama-conas who are cousins of my own.  The odd thing is that the poison seems to have made her much more beautiful than before, for her eyes have grown bigger and are glorious, shining like stars seen when there is frost.  Well, there she is safe from Urco and every other man, however wicked and impious.  But what does this Huaracha want?”

“He wants his blinded daughter back, Inca.”

“Impossible, impossible!  Who ever heard of such a thing!  Why, Heaven and Earth would come together and the Sun, my father, and her husband, would burn us all up.  Still, perhaps, we could come to an agreement for Huaracha must have had enough fighting and very likely he will die.  Now I am tired of talking about the lady Quilla and I want to ask you something.”

“Speak on, Inca.”

Suddenly the old dotard’s manner changed:  he became quick and shrewd, as doubtless he was in his prime, for this Upanqui had been a great king.  At the beginning of our talk the two women of whom I have spoken and the chamberlain had withdrawn to the end of the chamber where they waited with their hands folded, like those who adore before an altar.  Still he peered about him to make sure that none were within hearing, and in the end beckoned to me to ascend the dais and sit upon the couch beside him, saying: