The virgin of the sun : $b A tale of the conquest of PeruGriffith, George Chetwynd
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The virgin of the sun : $b A tale of the conquest of Peru
Griffith, George Chetwynd
Incas -- First contact with other peoples -- Fiction; Peru -- History -- Conquest, 1522-1548 -- Fiction
For reasons best known to himself Atahuallpa, from whom Pizarro, with
true state-craft, had carefully kept his own knowledge of Huascar’s
death, not only consented to the dispatch of the embassy, but sent one
of his own secretaries with it with authority to procure for it the
same conduct over the royal roads and the same entertainment at the
resting-places on the way as he would himself have exacted. It may be
that he saw in this a means of hastening the collection of his own
ransom, or it may have been that he had deeper designs, but the truth
is that, like many other incomprehensible things that he did, he here
again played completely into the hands of his enemies.
So it came about that, some ten days after Hernando Pizarro had
started to Pachacamac by way of the northern coast-road, de Soto and
his three comrades departed with their retinue southward through the
central valleys between the two great ranges of the Andes on their way
to the City of the Sun.
They had been told that a great part of the way was almost impossible
for horses, and further that the bridges over the many rivers they
would have to cross were made only for foot-passengers, and would
break down under the weight of such heavy beasts. More than this, the
journey with horses would be very long and tedious, as well as not a
little dangerous, so after due deliberation it was decided that they
should leave their chargers behind them and make use of the litters
and relays of bearers which the Inca had provided for them; and on the
morning of the thirteenth day after the death of Mama-Zula--whose body
had been burnt the next morning in the plaza to satisfy the scruples
of the Fray Valverde--they took their places in their strange vehicles
and started for the South.
For twelve leagues they were conveyed down the valley with what was to
them incredible ease and swiftness. At every three leagues there was a
rest-house, where the relays of bearers were changed. They did not
know then that they were being borne by the same bearers who carried
the royal litter, men who had been trained from generation to
generation to the same work, and who knew that the penalty of even a
stumble was death, and so they marvelled as much at the ease of their
progress as they did at the splendour of their entertainment, the
richness of the country, and the absolute order which everywhere
prevailed.
Of this last they had an example as they crossed the pass leading over
a transverse range of mountains out of the valley of Cajamarca. At the
narrowest and steepest part, where the hills rose up like walls on
either side, and where ten resolute men might have held the road
against a thousand, they found themselves suddenly surrounded, front
and rear and all along the rocks on both sides, by a multitude of men
armed with bows and arrows, slings and lances and swords and axes of
polished, tempered copper.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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