is named Kari, first-born son of Upanqui, O Inca."

"Such a son I had once, but he is long dead, or so they told me," said
Upanqui in a trembling voice.

"He is not dead, O Inca. He lives and he kneels before you. Urco
poisoned him, but the Sun his Father recovered him, and the Spirit that
is above all gods supported him. The sea bore him to a far land, where
he found a white god who befriended and cared for him," here he turned
his head towards me. "With this god he returned to his own country and
here he kneels before you, O Inca."

"It cannot be," said the Inca. "What sign do you bring who name yourself
Kari? Show me the image of the Spirit above the gods that from his
childhood for generations has been hung about the neck of the Inca's
eldest son, born from the Queen."

Kari opened his robe and drew out that golden effigy of Pachacamac which
he always wore.

Upanqui examined it, holding it close to his rheumy eyes.

"It seems to be the same," he said, "as I should know upon whose breast
it lay until my first son was born. And yet who can be sure since such
things may be copied?"

Then he handed back the image to Kari and after reflecting awhile, said:

"Bring hither the Mother of the Royal Nurses."

Apparently this lady was in waiting, for in a minute she appeared before
the throne, an old and withered woman with beady eyes.

"Mother," said the Inca, "you were with the _Coya_ (that is the Queen)
who has been gathered to the Sun, when her boy was born, and afterwards
nursed him for years. If you saw it, would you know his body again after
he has come to middle age?"

"Aye, O Inca."

"How, Mother?"

"By three moles, O Inca, which we women used to call _Yuti_, _Quilla_,
and _Chasca_" (that is, the Sun, the Moon, and the planet Venus), "which
were the marks of good fortune stamped by the gods upon the Prince's
back between the shoulders, set one above the other."

"Man who call yourself Kari, are you willing that this old crone should
see your flesh?" asked Upanqui.

By way of answer Kari with a little smile stripped himself of his
broidered tunic and other garments and stood before us naked to the
middle. Then he turned his back to the Mother of the Nurses. She hobbled
up and searched it with her bright eyes.

"Many scars," she muttered, "scars in front and scars behind. This
warrior has known battles and blows. But what have we here? Look, O
Inca, _Yuti_, _Quilla_, and _Chasca_, set one above the o