ther, though
_Chasca_ is almost hidden by a hurt. Oh! my fosterling, O my Prince whom
I nursed at these withered breasts, are you come back from the dead to
take your own again? O Kari of the Holy Blood; Kari the lost who is Kari
the found!"

Then sobbing and muttering she threw her arms about him and kissed him.
Nor did he shame to kiss her in return, there before them all.

"Restore his garments to the royal Prince," said Upanqui, "and bring
hither the Fringe that is worn by the Inca's heir."

It was produced without delay by the high-priest Larico, which told
me at once that all this scene had been prepared. Upanqui took it from
Larico, and beckoning Kari to him, with the priest's help bound it about
his brow, thereby acknowledging him and restoring him as heir-apparent
to the Empire. Then he kissed him on the brow and Kari knelt down and
did his father homage.

After this they went away together accompanied only by Larico and two
or three of the councillors of Inca blood and as I learned from Larico
afterwards, told each other their tales and made plans to outwit, and if
need were to destroy, Urco and his faction.

On the following day Kari was established in a house of his own that was
more of a fortress than a palace, for it was built of great stones with
narrow gates, and surrounded by an open space. Upon this space, as a
guard, were encamped all those who had deserted to him in the battle of
the Field of Blood, who had returned to Cuzco from the camp of Huaracha
now that Kari was accepted as the royal heir. Also other troops who were
loyal to the Inca were stationed near by, while those who clung to Urco
departed secretly to that town where he lay sick. Moreover, proclamation
was made that on the day of the new moon, which the magicians declared
to be auspicious, Kari would be publicly presented to the people in
the Temple of the Sun as the Inca's lawful heir, in place of Urco
disinherited for crimes that he had committed against the Sun, the
Empire, and the Inca his father.

"Brother," said Kari to me, for so he called me now that he was an
acknowledged Prince, when I went to meet him in his grandeur, "Brother,
did I not tell you always that we must trust to our gods? See, I have
not trusted in vain though it is true that dangers still lie ahead of
me, and perhaps civil war."

"Yes," I answered, "your gods are in the way of giving you all you want,
but it is not so with mine and me."

"What then do yo