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"And what is this god like?"
"They say that he is huge and swarthy, with a large mouth, and I know
that he has the heart of a brute. He is cruel and false also, and he
counts his women by the score. Yet his father, the Inca, loves him more
than any of his children, and ere long he will be king after him."
"And would you, who are sweet and lovely as the moon after which you are
named, give yourself body and soul to such a one?"
Again she flushed.
"Do my own ears hear the White-God-from-the-Sea call me sweet and lovely
as the moon? If so, I thank him, and pray him to remember that the
perfect and lovely are always chosen to be the sacrifice of gods."
"But, Quilla, the sacrifice may be all in vain. How long will you hold
the fancy of this loose-living prince?"
"Long enough to serve my purpose, Lord--or, at least," she added with
flashing eyes, "long enough to kill him if he will not go my country's
road. Oh! ask me no more, for your words stir something in my breast,
a new spirit of which I never dreamed. Had I heard them but three moons
gone, it might have been otherwise.
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