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
As it happened, the Inca was absent at the time on one of those
raiding expeditions which afterwards made his name a terror to every
Spaniard in the land, and Ruminavi sent back his messenger’s head as
an answer. Within an hour the Princess Lalla-Cica and her companions,
whom de Soto had so far, even in the midst of all these horrors,
contrived to defend from injury, were brought out into the square, and
there, in full sight of the garrison of the fortress, they died the
death that had been decreed to Nahua and the Queen-mother.
Scarcely had their shame and torment ended than a general assault was
made on all sides of the city, and the Peruvian warriors poured in,
column after column, through the streets blocked with charred timbers
and strewn with the rotting corpses which throughout the siege had
been filling the air with poison and plague. Through these they fought
their way with little check, for the narrow streets were too choked
and cumbered for the horses to work with any good effect. But no
sooner did they reach the entrances to the square than the cannon and
musketry roared out, and the silver balls and bullets--for iron was
now too precious to use for such purposes--tore their way through
their crowded ranks, mowing them down by scores, and then came the
thundering charges of the war-beasts, the onslaught of the
swift-striking, deep-biting steel, and the end was the same as it had
ever been--hundreds slain at the cost of a few wounded men and horses
and one or two dead of the iron-clad soldiery of Spain.
It was a victory for Don Hernando and his companions, as every fight
had been when the Peruvians had once come within range of the
artillery and musketry and made themselves a fair mark for the
irresistible charges of the cavalry. But the same thing had happened
day after day, week after week, and month after month, as the great
tragedy of the Conquest drew to its climax, and every day fresh hosts
had replaced the slain without, and every night death and wounds and
sickness had made the muster-roll of the defenders shorter and
shorter.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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