They say he is a
god himself, O Inca."
"Do they? Well, now I remember there are strange prophecies about a
white god who should rise out of the sea, as did the forefather of the
Incas. They say, too, that this god shall do much mischief to the land
when he comes. So perhaps he had better not draw too near to me, for I
like not the look of that great big sword of his. By the Sun, my father,
he is tall and big and strong" (I had risen from my chair) "and his
beard is like a fire; it will set the hearts of all the women burning,
though perhaps if he is a god he does not care for women. I must consult
my magicians about it, and the head priest of the Temple of the Sun.
Tell the White God to make ready to return with me to Cuzco."
"The lord Hurachi is my guest, O Inca, and here he bides with me," said
Huaracha.
"Nonsense, nonsense! When the Inca invites any one to his court, he must
come. But enough of him for the present. I came here to talk of other
matters. What were they? Let me sit down and think."
So he was conducted to his throne upon which he sat trying to collect
his mind, which I saw was weak with age.
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