Well, if they did, what
then? Only I feared for Quilla--greatly I feared for Quilla.
On the day following my talk with Kari at length we reached the great
city of the Chancas, which, after them, was called Chanca--at least I
always knew it by that name. From the dawn we had been passing through
rich valleys where dwelt thousands of these Chancas who, I could see,
were a mighty people that bore themselves proudly and like soldiers.
In multitudes they gathered themselves together upon either side of the
road, chiefly to catch a sight of me, the white god who had risen from
the ocean, but also to greet their princess, the lady Quilla.
Indeed, now I learned for the first time how high a princess she was,
since when her litter passed, these folk prostrated themselves, kissing
the air and the dust. Moreover, as soon as she came among them Quilla's
bearing changed, for her carriage grew more haughty and her words
fewer. Now she seldom spoke save to issue a command, not even to myself,
although I noted that she studied me with her eyes when she thought that
I was not observing her.
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