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Updated: June 3, 2025
This is the morning of our deliverance, for our deliverers stand here before us, and with your own eyes you may look upon those who, in the strength of their love and faith, dared the doom to win the promise, for here in the living flesh stands that Vilcaroya, son of the great Huayna-Capac, and there beside him is Golden Star, that virgin of the Royal Race who of her own will joined hands with him in the wedlock of death, and whose pure soul has dwelt with his in the Mansions of the Sun while ten generations of men have lived and died awaiting their return to the land.
If you will, you shall have riches and power and all that the heart of man can desire. 'Not all, I am afraid, Vilcaroya! he said, interrupting me with a laugh that had but little mirth in it. 'Not all; but that would not be in your hands to give. Never mind, it is the fortune of war, or perhaps I should rather say of love. But for the rest, yes.
'Say on, I said shortly. 'Your tongue is straight and your eyes look into mine as those of a friend should look. I am listening. 'I would wish for no better friend than you, Vilcaroya, after that, for I know what you mean. Now, what I have to say is this. We know, of course, that you look upon yourself as doubly married to this love of yours, who is dead and, like you, may yet be alive again.
'Conditions! said he, bringing his dark brows down till they made a straight black line over his eyes. 'What are they? 'These, I said. 'You love and I love. First, then, you must win the love of Golden Star, and, secondly, you must give me your sister, Joyful Star, if I can win her love. 'My sister Ruth to you! Is that your earnest, Vilcaroya, or are you only trying my patience?
But if you go now you cannot take it with you, for in a few days from now there will be war throughout the whole land, and it would be impossible to take so much treasure to the coast. Now, what do you say? He thought for a moment and then said, 'I am not a man of war, as you know Vilcaroya, but I hope I am a man of honour.
'If you, O Children of the Blood and Sons of the Ancient Race, believe now that I am in truth Vilcaroya, son of Huayna-Capac, and lawful heir of the divine Manco, from whom all the Incas of our race draw their royal blood, then take me for your lord as my father was the lord of your fathers; or if any shall have yet doubt in his heart, let him speak now or for ever be silent.
He stared about him, open-eyed and open-mouthed with amazement. Then his eyes fell on me, and he started forward and stared me in the face for a moment. Then he gasped, 'Vilcaroya, is it you, or am I dreaming? Where have you brought me to?
From now till the day of my death or yours, Vilcaroya Inca is your friend, and all his people are your servants.
As we were crossing the great Plaza, Ruth looked about her with bright cheeks and shining eyes and said to me, 'Is it not all like a dream, Vilcaroya? Only a few weeks ago you came here poor and unknown, and now you are a king come back to your own again. Is it not wonderful?
Do you understand me, Vilcaroya? What could I say, what could I do to answer this man whom I hated, and yet who held the power of life and death for Golden Star in his hands? The vague fear that had smitten me when he began to speak had taken its worst shape now. I looked at him with hate and horror staring out of my eyes.
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