We passed over that dreadful, bloodstained plain where, under a flag of
truce, both sides were engaged in burying the thousands of their dead,
and came to the ridge whence we had charged on the yester morn. Here
sentries stopped us and I descended from my litter. When the Chancas saw
me in my armour come back to them alive, they set up a great shouting
and presently I and the lords with me were led to the pavilion of King
Huaracha.
We found him lying sick upon a couch, for though he showed no wound he
had been badly bruised upon the body by a blow from Urco's club and, as
I feared, was hurt in the bowels. He greeted me with delight, since he
thought that I might have been killed after I was captured, and asked
how I came to appear in his camp in the company of our enemies. I told
him at once what had chanced and that I was sworn to return to Cuzco
when I had done my business. Then the Inca's ambassadors set out their
proposals for a truce, and retired, while Huaracha discussed them with
his generals and Kari, who also was overjoyed to see me safe.
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