e _balsa_ on the ground and fell back. Then from
out of the door of the house appeared Quilla, accompanied by a tall,
stately looking man who wore a fine robe, and a woman of middle age also
gorgeously apparelled.

"O Lord," said Quilla, bowing, "behold my kinsman the _Caraca_" (which
is the name for a lesser sort of king) "of the Yuncas, named Quismancu,
and his wife, Mira."

"Hail, Lord Risen from the Sea!" cried Quismancu. "Hail, White God
clothed in silver! Hail, _Hurachi_!"

Why he called me "Hurachi" at the time I could not guess, but afterwards
I learned that it was because of the arrows painted on my shield,
_hurachi_ being their name for arrows. At any rate, thenceforth by this
name of Hurachi I was known throughout the land, though when addressed
for the most part I was called "Lord-from-the-Sea" or "God-of-the-Sea."

Then Quilla and the lady Mira came forward and, placing their hands
beneath my elbows, assisted me to climb out of that _balsa_, which I
think was the strangest way that ever a shipwrecked wanderer came to
land.

They led me into a large room with a flat roof that was being hastily
prepared for me by the hanging of beautiful broideries on the walls,
and sat me on a carven stool, where presently Quilla and other ladies
brought me food and a kind of intoxicating drink which they called
_chicha_, that after so many months of water drinking I found cheering
and pleasant to the taste. This food, I noted, was served to me on
platters of gold and silver, and the cups also were of gold strangely
fashioned, by which I knew that I had come to a very rich land.
Afterwards I learned, however, that in it there was no money, all the
gold and silver that it produced being used for ornament or to decorate
the temples and the palaces of the _Incas_, as they called their kings,
and other great lords.

CHAPTER IV

THE ORACLE OF RIMAC

In this town of Quismancu I remained for seven days, going abroad but
little, for when I did so the people pressed about me and stared me out
of countenance. There was a garden at the back of the hose surrounded
by a wall built of mud bricks. Here for the most part I sat and here the
great ones of the place came to visit me, bringing me offerings of robes
and golden vessels and I know not what besides. To all of them I told
the same story--or, rather, Kari told it for me--namely, that I had
risen out of the sea and found him a hermit, named Zapana, on the desert
island.