The Romance of Golden Star ...Griffith, George Chetwynd
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The Romance of Golden Star ...
Griffith, George Chetwynd
Fantasy fiction
'There are five hundred here, Lord, and as many thousands within the
valley, whose blood has flowed pure from the olden times, unpolluted by
a single stain of Spanish dirt. What would you with them?'
'I asked not for hundreds or thousands,' I said, right glad at heart to
hear such good tidings. 'For the present I need but a score, so do you
choose me twenty of the noblest blood and the best judgment, and an hour
before midnight let them be with you on the plain behind the
Sacsahuaman. Let them come well provided with torches or candles, and
tools, levers, and hammers and spades. Tell them what has passed between
us, but nothing of the guesses that you may have made in your own mind
while we have been talking, and leave the rest to me. Can you do that?'
'It shall be done, Lord,' he answered, still bending before me with the
shaft of the hoe across his shoulders, 'and we will wait and toil in
patience till the Son of the Sun shall please to reveal himself to the
eyes of his servants.'
'Nor shall you have to wait long,' I said. 'Now put that off your back
and take my hand again, for we are not Inca and servant yet, only two
men of the Blood, and brothers of a fallen race who are joined together
to perform a holy work. Now farewell, Tupac, till to-night. Choose your
companions well, and fear not but that your services and your
faithfulness shall have their due reward.'
He put his hand humbly and tremblingly into mine, bowing low over it,
and so I left him, standing there with bent head, not daring to look up
until the door closed behind me. Then Ullullo and I went back into the
city, and as we crossed the great square on our way to Ullullo's house,
I saw my four English friends standing among the market people by the
fountain in the centre. We passed close to them, and I heard my name
spoken by Joyful Star to her brother, who answered her and said,--
'I daresay we shall find he is making friends again with some of these
filthy Indian compatriots of his.'
I hated him from that moment for his bitter words, and swore in my heart
that some day he should pay for them, for I loved my people, and pitied
them in their misery and degradation. I stopped beside them, and my
heart was beating hard as I listened for what Joyful Star would say, and
I have remembered her words, even as I have remembered his. She looked
at him with the light of anger in her eyes and said,--
'For shame, Laurens! I couldn't have believed that you would have said
such a thing. If you belonged to a race that had been enslaved and
plundered by these brutes of Spaniards and Peruvians for three centuries
and a half, do you think you would be any better than these poor
fellows? And, besides, whatever they are, they are Vilcaroya's people,
and he is our friend.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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