If the
Prince had come, you might have set a trap for him and killed him, who
is the hope of the Empire."
"So I might for you, his father, O Inca."
"Aye, I know it, but what would that avail you while the Prince sits
safe at Cuzco ready to assume the Fringe? Also I am old and care not
when or how I die, whose work is done. Moreover, few would desire to
anger the gods by the murder of an aged guest, and therefore I visit
you sitting here in the midst of your armies with but a handful of
followers, trusting to your honour and to my father the Sun to protect
me. Now answer me--will you give the hand of your daughter to my son and
thereby make alliance with me, or will you wage war upon my empire and
be destroyed, you and your people together?"
Here Upanqui, who hitherto had been listening in silence to the words of
Larico, spoken on his behalf, broke in, saying:
"Yes, yes, that is right, only make him understand that the Inca will be
his over-lord, since the Inca can have no rivals in all the land."
"My answer is," said Huaracha, "that I will give my daughter in marriage
as I have promised, but that the Chancas are a free people and accept no
over-lord.
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