Daughter of the Sun in whose blood run the moonbeams, thou shalt
slip from the hated arms and the Sun shall be thy shelter, and in the
beloved arms thou shalt sleep at last. Yet from the vengeance of the god
betrayed fly fast and far!"
Again the voice ceased, and I thought that all was over. But it was not
so, for after a little space the golden figure of the oracle glowed more
fiercely than before and the emerald eyes shone more terribly, and in a
kind of scream it spoke, saying:
"The snows of Tavantinsuyu shall be red with blood, the waters of her
rivers shall be full of blood. Yes, ye three shall wade through blood,
and in a rain of blood shall pluck the fruit of your desires. Still for
a while the gods of Tavantinsuyu shall endure and its kings shall reign
and its children shall be free. But in the end death for the gods and
death for the kings and death for the people. Still, not yet--not yet!
None who live shall see it, nor their children, nor their children's
children. Rimac the Voice has spoken; treasure ye his words and
interpret them as ye will.
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