any rate, he vanished away, and often since then I have
mourned him."

"The dead come to life again sometimes, Inca."

"Yes, yes, Lord-from-the-Sea, that happens; the gods who took them away
bring them back--and this servant of yours--they say he is so like
to Kari that he might be the same man grown older. And--why did those
regiments, all of them officered by men who used to love Kari, go over
to Huaracha to-day, and why do rumours run through the land like the
wind that springs up suddenly in fine weather? Tell me of this servant
of yours and how you found him in the sea."

"Why should I tell you, Inca? Is it because you want to kill him who is
so like to this lost Kari of yours?"

"No, no--gods can keep each other's counsel, can they not? It is because
I would give--oh! half my godship to know that he is alive. Hark you,
Urco wearies me so much that sometimes I wonder whether he really is my
son. Who can tell? There was a certain lord of the coastlands, a hairy
giant who, they said, could eat half a sheep at a sitting and break the
backs of men in his hands, of whom Urco's mother used to think much.
But who can tell? No one except my father, the Sun, and he guards his
secrets--for the present. At least Urco wearies me with his coarse
crimes and his drunkenness, though the army loves him because he is a
butcher and liberal. We quarrelled the other day over the small matter
of this lady Quilla, and he threatened me till I grew wrath and said
that I would not hand him my crown as I had purposed to do. Yes, I
grew wrath and hated him for whose sake I had sinned because his mother
bewitched me. Lord-from-the-Sea," here his voice dropped to a whisper,
"I am afraid of Urco. Even a god such as I am can be murdered,
Lord-from-the-Sea. That is why I will not go to Yucay, for there I might
die and none know it, whereas here I still am Inca and a god whom it is
sacrilege to touch."

"I understand, but how can I help you, Inca, who am but a prisoner in
your palace?"

"No, no, you are only a prisoner in name. At the worst Urco will be
sick for a long while, since the physicians say that sword of yours has
bitten deep, and during that time all power is mine. Messengers are
at your service; you are free to come and go as you will. Bring this
servant of yours to my presence, for doubtless he trusts you. I would
speak with him, O Lord-from-the-Sea."

"If I should do this, Inca, will the lady Quilla be given back to her
fath