Then Fray Fernando wrapped him gently in the soft warm skins of the vicuña, carried him tenderly out, and laid him in the sunshine. When brought back to his couch again, the tired child whispered, “My Father kissed me;” and fell into the soundest and most natural sleep he had had since his illness. V Viracocha’s Fathers. “The warrior kings, whose banners Flew far as eagles fly; They are gone where swords avail them not From the feast of victory.” HEMANS. From that time Fray Fernando took care that his little charge should enjoy all the sunshine it was in his power to give him. And whether the light and the fresh air, aided perhaps by the child’s superstition, really worked a cure, or whether nature, left to herself, simply rallied her well-nigh exhausted powers, it is certain that José’s health improved, though slowly, and with many variations. He seemed now as anxious to talk Spanish as he had previously been to avoid it. Fray Fernando gladly encouraged this propensity; the more so as he was now desirous of learning all the child could tell him about his own history. One day as he sat with him in the sunshine he said to him, “You call yourself Yntip Churi, Child of the Sun. Are you, then, a kinsman of the Inca, Atahualpa, the same the conquistadors slew at Caxa-marca?” But the child’s weak frame trembled at the question, which seemed to him an insult. “Oh no, no!” he answered. “Thank Ynty, I am not. Atahualpa was not Inca, he was _aucca_—how call you it?—coward—traitor. He slew the true Inca, Huascar, the great Huayna Capac’s lawful son.” “But Atahualpa was also the son of Huayna Capac, was he not?” asked the puzzled monk, who could not boast of much acquaintance with the history of the conquered race. “Yes,” eagerly explained the little partizan. “But what did that matter? His mother was not _Coya_;[3] she was not even a Child of the Sun. She was only a daughter of the King of Quito, whom Huayna Capac Inca conquered. Huayna Capac was brave and gentle; and he was wont to say that he never refused a woman anything. So she made him promise to give the kingdom of his fathers to her son. And having that, he wanted all. Hence the cruel war, and the death of Huascar, the true Inca. _Alalau!_[4] never did Children of the Sun slay one another until then.” “And who taught you these things, my child?” “Mamallay—my mother.”