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As I approached, Golden Star's eyes looked at me with the simple wonder that shines out of the eyes of a little child, and like a little child she smiled at me, and then she looked at Ruth, and made a soft low sound that was almost like the cooing of a child. 'She is pleased to see you, Vilcaroya, said Ruth, taking hold of my hand and hers, 'but of course she can't say so yet.
Then the professor told Vilcaroya the, to him, so terrible truth, that of all men in the world he was the most lonely, separated as he was from all that he had known and loved by an impassable gulf of nearly four long centuries that his well-loved Golden Star was but a memory known to few, a name in a vague tradition; that the resting-place, even of her mummy, was unknown, and that all that the darkest prophecy could have foretold had in very truth fallen upon the land of the Incas and the Children of the Sun.
Then she turned and faced me with her back to the light; but in spite of that I could see that her eyes were bright, and her fair face flushed as she said to me in a low voice that trembled a little, 'Vilcaroya, I am going to forget everything that was said in the room yonder, and and you must forget it too.
I was looking down upon the ground, as was my wont, when I heard footsteps near me and looked up. I had turned the bend in the path, and there, but a few paces from me, stood Golden Star and Ruth. I started and made a motion as though I would turn back, but Ruth immediately beckoned to me smilingly, and said, 'Come and let me introduce you to your sister, Vilcaroya.
I have never even dreamed of anything like it. Where are we, Vilcaroya? 'In the throne-room of the Incas, beneath what was once their palace and fortress on the hill of Sacsahuaman, I answered, 'and this is the throne of the great Yupanqui, the greatest earthly king and conqueror of my race.
Is it really true, Vilcaroya, or have we all only been dreaming some wild dream, like that Frankenstein story that I was telling you the other day? As she spoke she laid her hand for a moment upon my arm, as though to satisfy herself that I was really made of human flesh and blood, and not a phantom standing beside her in the starlit darkness.
Vilcaroya heard him to the end in silence; then, raising his hands to his forehead, he bowed his head and said, 'It is the will of our Father, foretold by the lips of his priests, but other things were foretold which shall be fulfilled as well as these. Golden Star is not dead; she only sleeps as I did. If I have awakened, why shall not she?
Now, as we looked from one another to her, a great fear came into all our hearts, and Ruth gave it voice. 'Laurens, she whispered, laying her hands upon his arm, 'what is the matter? Vilcaroya spoke at once, didn't he? Why doesn't she speak? Oh, surely it can't be that she is that she has come back to life without memory or or her reason? What is it?
Yet though her voice was low, it was firm as she said to me, 'I have no brother who is a liar and a traitor to his friends; but, Vilcaroya, I had a brother once who was very good and kind to me, and for the sake of his goodness and kindness I ask you to treat this this prisoner of yours more gently. 'Joyful Star can ask nothing to-day that I could refuse, I said.
And so I, Vilcaroya, son of Huayna-Capac, first fulfilled the prophecy that had been spoken in the Days of Darkness, and so did I come, as had been said, from one life into another through the shadow of death and the silence of the grave, with her whose love, now changed, though no less dear, had nerved me to face the ordeal of the strangest fate that had ever befallen one born in mortal shape.
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