Thoughts come to my mind which I have no time to utter."
"To mine also, Quilla, and here is one of them. You know the man who was
with me on the island. Well, he is more than he seems."
"So I guessed, but where is he now?"
"In hiding, Quilla. If you should chance to find him, bear in mind that
he is an enemy of Urco and one not friendless; also that he loves me
after his fashion. Trust him, I pray you. Urco is not the only one of
the Inca blood, Quilla."
She glanced at me quickly and nodded her head. Then without more words,
for officers were pressing towards us, she drew a ring off her finger,
a thick and ancient golden ring on which were cut what looked like
flowers, or images of the sun, and gave it to me.
"Wear this for my sake. It is very old and has a story of true love that
I have no time to tell," she said.
I took it and in exchange passed to her that ancient ring which my
mother had given to me, the ring that had come down to her with the
sword Wave-Flame, saying:
"This, too, is old and has a story; wear it in memory of me.
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