"He is not dead, O Inca. He lives and he kneels before you. Urco
poisoned him, but the Sun his Father recovered him, and the Spirit that
is above all gods supported him. The sea bore him to a far land, where
he found a white god who befriended and cared for him," here he turned
his head towards me. "With this god he returned to his own country and
here he kneels before you, O Inca."
"It cannot be," said the Inca. "What sign do you bring who name yourself
Kari? Show me the image of the Spirit above the gods that from his
childhood for generations has been hung about the neck of the Inca's
eldest son, born from the Queen."
Kari opened his robe and drew out that golden effigy of Pachacamac which
he always wore.
Upanqui examined it, holding it close to his rheumy eyes.
"It seems to be the same," he said, "as I should know upon whose breast
it lay until my first son was born. And yet who can be sure since such
things may be copied?"
Then he handed back the image to Kari and after reflecting awhile, said:
"Bring hither the Mother of the Royal Nurses.
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