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He put this request with evident reluctance, and Mamcuna made an angry reply. "I knew how it would be," said the cacique. "You have put her in a rage. She thinks you want to insult her, and absolutely refuses to make herself hideous by sticking out her tongue." "She will of course do as she pleases. But unless she shows me her tongue I cannot cure her. I shall not even try. Tell her so."
Courageous herself, she could appreciate courage in others, and had I boldly and unequivocally refused her offer and given my reasons, I did not believe she would have dealt hardly with me. As it was Mamcuna might well say that, having deliberately deceived her, I deserved the utmost punishment which it was in her power to inflict.
Not a single maiden. How will Mamcuna take it, I wonder?" said Gondocari, gloomily. "Let us go on." "You think she will be very angry?" "I do." "Is she very unpleasant when she is angry?" "She generally makes it very unpleasant for others. Her favorite punishment for offenders is roasting them before a slow fire." "And yet you propose to go on?" "What else can we do?
And then Mamcuna, sinking back into her chinchura, covered her face with her hands; but she showed no sign of relenting, and I was bound with ropes and hurried from the room. The man-killer was a nandu belonging to the queen, and had gained his name by killing one man and maiming several others who unwisely approached him when he was in an evil temper.
"So you prefer this wretched pale-face woman to me?" "No, Mamcuna." "Why, then, did you help her to escape and kill her husband? Don't trifle with me." "Because I pitied her." "Why?" "Chimu treated her ill, and she was very wretched. She wanted to go back to her own country, and she has little children at home." "What was her wretchedness to you?
Yet I looked forward to the approaching interview with some misgiving. Barbarian though Mamcuna was, I could not help entertaining a certain respect for her.
"There is now there has been some time," she continued, after a short pause. "Know you who he is?" I said that I had not the slightest idea. "Yourself, señor; you are the man." "Impossible, Mamcuna! I am of very inferior rank, indeed a common soldier, a mere nobody." "You are too modest, señor; you do yourself an injustice.
The speech was followed by a lively dialogue between Mamcuna and the cacique, after which the latter turned to me and said, as coolly as if he were asking me to be seated: "The queen commands you to strip." "Commands me to strip! What do you mean?" "What I say; you have to strip undress, take off your clothes." "You are joking." "Joking!
At the same time, I was not without hope that when she heard my defence she would spare my life. By the time we reached the queen's house my escort had swollen into a crowd, and one of the caciques went in to inform Mamcuna what had befallen and ask for her instructions. In a few minutes he brought word that the queen would see me and the people who had taken part in my capture forthwith.
Did you not know that you were incurring my displeasure and risking your own life?" "I did. But a Christian caballero holds it his duty to protect the weak and deliver the oppressed, even at the risk of his own life." Mamcuna looked puzzled. The sentiment was too fine for her comprehension. "You talk foolishness, señor.
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