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_ For the fourth time since we were cast away on this island the huge
full moon shone in a sky of wondrous blue. Kari and I watched it rise
between the two snow-clad peaks far away that he had called a gateway
to his land, which was so near to us and yet it would seem more
distant than Heaven itself. Heaven we might hope to reach upon the
wings of spirit when we died, but to that country how could we come?
We watched that great moon climb higher and higher up a ladder of
little bar-like clouds, till wearying we let our eyes fall upon the
glittering pathway which its light made upon the bosom of the placid
sea. Suddenly Kari stared and stared.
"What is it?" I asked idly.
"I thought I saw something yonder far away where Quilla's footsteps
make the waters bright," he said, speaking in his own language in
which now we often talked together.
"Quilla's?" I exclaimed. "Oh! I forgot: that is the lady moon's name
in your tongue, is it not? Well, come, Quilla, and I will wed and
worship you, as 'tis said the ancients did, and never turn to look
upon another, be she woman, or goddess, or both. Only come and take me
from this accursed isle and in payment I'll die for you, if need be,
when first I've taught you how to love as star or woman never loved
before."
"Hush!" said Kari in a grave voice, when he had listened to this mad
stuff that burst through my lips from the spring of a mind distraught
by misery and despair.
"Why should I hush?" I asked. "Is it not pleasant to think of the moon
wearing a lovely woman's shape and descending to give a lonely mortal
love and comfort?"
"Because, Master, to me and my people the moon is a goddess who hears
prayer and answers it. Suppose, then, that she heard you and answered
you and came to you and claimed your love, what then?"
"Why, then, friend Kari," I raved on, "then I should welcome her, for
love goes a begging, ready as ripe fruit to be plucked by the first
hand if it be fair enough, ready to melt beneath the first lips if
they be warm enough. 'Tis said that it is the man who loves and the
woman who accepts the love. But that is not true. It is the man, Kari,
who waits to be loved and pays back just as much as is given to him,
and no more, like an honest merchant; for if he does otherwise, then
he suffers for it, as I have learned. Therefore, come, Quilla, and
love as a Celestial can and I swear that step by step I'll keep pace
with you in flesh and spirit through Heaven, or through Hell, since
love I must have, or death."
"I pray you, talk not so," said Kari again, in a frightened voice,
"since those words of yours come from the heart and will be heard. The
goddess is a woman, too, and what woman will turn from such a bait?"
"Let her take it, then. Why not?"
"Because, O friend, because /Quilla/ is wed to /Yuti/; the Moon is the
Sun's wife, and if the Sun grows jealous what will happen to the man
who has robbed the greatest of the world's gods?"
"I do not know and I do not care. If Quilla would but come and love
me, I'd take my chance of Yuti whom as a Christian I defy."
Kari shuddered at this blasphemy, then having once more scanned that
silver pathway on the waters, but without avail for the great fish or
drifting tree or whatever he had seen, was gone, prayed after his
fashion at night, to Pachacamac, Spirit of the Universe, or to the Sun
his servant, god of the world, I know not which, and rolling himself
in his rug of skins, crept into our little hut to sleep.
But as yet I did not sleep, for though Kari hated both, this talk of
love and women had stirred my blood and made me wakeful. So I took a
rough comb that I had fashioned from the shell of a turtle, and
dragged it through my long fair beard, which, growing fast, now hung
down far upon my breast, and through the curling hair that lay upon my
shoulders, for I had become as other wild men are, and sang to myself
there by the little fire which we kept burning day and night and tried
to think of happy things that never should I know again.
At length the fit passed and I grew weary and laid myself down by the
fire, for the night being so fine and warm I would not go into the
hut, and there sleep found me.
I dreamed in my sleep. I dreamed that a very beautiful woman who wore
upon her naked breast the emblem of the moon fashioned in crystal,
stood over me, looking down upon me with large dark eyes. And as she
looked she sighed. Thrice she sighed, each time more deeply than the
last. Then she knelt down by me--or so it seemed in my dream, and laid
a tress of her long dark hair against my yellow locks, as though she
would match them together. She did more, indeed--in my dream--for
lifting that tress of fragrant hair, she let it fall like thistledown
across my face and mouth, and then kissed the hair, for I felt her
breath reach me through its strands.
The dream ended thus, though I wished very much that it would go on,
and I felt as though it had gone away as such visions do. Awhile
later, as I suppose, I awoke quite suddenly, and opened my eyes.
There, near to me, glittering in the full light of the brilliant moon,
stood the woman of my dream, only now her naked breast was covered
with a splendid cloak broidered with silver, and on her dark locks was
a feathered headdress in front of which rose the crescent of the moon,
likewise fashioned in silver. Also in her hand she held a little
silver spear.
I stared at her, for move I could not. Then remembering my crazy talk
with Kari, uttered one word, only one. It was--/Quilla/.
She bowed her head and answered in a voice soft as the murmur of the
wind through rushes, speaking in the rich language called Quichua that
Kari had taught me. In this tongue, as I have told, we talked together
for practice during our journeys and on the island. So that now I knew
it well.
"So indeed am I named after my mother, the 'Moon,'" she said. "But how
did you know it, O Wanderer, whose skin is white as the foam of the
sea and whose hair is yellow as the fine gold in the temples?"
"I think you must have told me when you knelt over me just now," I
said.
I saw the red blood run to her brow, but she only shook her head, and
answered:
"Nay, my mother, the Moon, must have told you; or perchance you
learned it in the spirit. At least, Quilla am I named and you called
me aright."
Now I stood up and stared at her, overcome by the strangeness of the
business, and she stared at me. A marvellously beautiful woman she was
in her dazzling robe and headdress, and lighter coloured than any
native I had seen, almost white, indeed, in the moonlight save for the
copper tinge that marked her race; tall, too, yet not over-tall; slim
and straight as an arrow, but high-breasted and round-limbed, and with
a wild grace in her movements like to that of a hawk upon the wing.
Also to my fancy in her face there was something more than common
youthful beauty, something spiritual, such as great artists show upon
the carven countenances of saints.
Indeed she might well have been one whose human blood was mixed with
some other alien strain--as she had called herself, a daughter of the
Moon.
A question rose to my lips and burst from them; it was:
"Tell me, O Quilla, are you wife or maid?"
"Maid am I," she answered, "yet one who is promised as a wife," and
she sighed, then went on quickly as though this matter were something
of which she did not wish to talk, "And tell me, O Wanderer, are you
god or man?"
Now I grew cunning and answered,
"I am a Son of the Sea as you are a Daughter of the Moon."
She turned her head and glanced at the radiance which lay upon the
face of the deep, then said as though to herself:
"The moon shines upon the sea and the sea mirrors back the moon, yet
they are far apart and never may draw near."
"Not so, O Quilla. Out of the sea does the moon rise and, her course
run, into the sea's white arms she sinks to sleep at last."
Again the red blood ran to her brow and her great eyes fell, those
eyes of which never before had I seen the like.
"It seems that they speak our tongue in the sea, and prettily," she
murmured, adding, "But is it not from and into Heaven that the Moon
rises and departs?"
At that moment to my grief our talk came to an end, for out of the hut
crept Kari. He rose to his feet and stood there as ever calm and
dignified, looking first at Quilla and then at me.
"What did I tell you, Master?" he said in English. "Did I not say that
prayers such as yours are answered? Lo! here is that Child of the Moon
for whom you sought, clothed in beauty and bringing her gifts of love
and woe."
"Yes," I exclaimed, "and I am glad that she is here. For the rest,
were she but mine, I think I should not grudge her price whate'er it
be."
Quilla looked at Kari frowning over the spear that when he appeared
she had lifted, as though to defend herself, which in my case she had
not thought needful.
"So the sea breeds men of my own race also," she said, addressing him.
"Tell me, O Stranger, how did you and yonder white god come to this
isle?"
"Riding on the ocean billows, riding for thousands of leagues," he
answered. "And you, O Lady, how did you come to this isle?"
"Riding on the moonbeams," she replied, smiling, "I, the daughter of
the Moon, who am named Moon and wear her symbol on my brow."
"Did I not tell you so?" exclaimed Kari to me with a gloomy air.
Then Quilla went on:
"Strangers, I was out fishing with two of my maidens and we had
drifted far from land. As the sun sank I caught sight of the smoke of
your fire, and having been told that this isle was desert, my heart
drew me to discover who had lit it. So, though my maidens were afraid,
hither I sailed and paddled, and the rest you know. Hearken! I will
declare myself. I am the only child of Huaracha, King of the People of
the Chancas, born of his wife, a princess of the Inca blood who now
has been gathered to her Father, the Sun. I am here on a visit to my
mother's kinsman, Quismancu, the Chief of the Yuncas of the
Coastlands, to whom my father, the King, has sent an embassy on
matters of which I know nothing. Behind yonder rock is my /balsa/ and
with it are the two maidens. Say, is it your wish to bide here upon
this isle, or to return into the sea, or to accompany me back to the
town of Quismancu? If so, we must sail ere the weather breaks, lest we
should be drowned."
"Certainly it is my wish to accompany you, Lady, though a god of the
sea cannot be drowned," I said quickly before Kari could speak.
Indeed, he did not speak at all, he only shrugged his shoulders and
sighed, like one who accepts some evil gift from Fate because he must.
"So be it!" exclaimed Quilla. "Now I go to make ready the /balsa/ and
to warn the maidens lest they be frightened. When you are prepared you
will find us yonder behind the rock."
Then she bowed in a stately fashion an departed, walking with the
proud, light step of a deer.
From our little hut I took out my armour and with Kari's help, put it
on, because he declared that thus it would be more easily carried,
though I think he had other reasons in his mind.
"Yes," I answered, "unless the /balsa/ oversets, when I shall find
mail hard to swim in."
"The /balsa/ will not overset, sailing beneath the moon with that
Moon-lady for a pilot," he replied heavily. "Had the sun been up, it
might have been different. Moreover, the path into a net is always
wide and easy."
"What net?" I asked.
"One that is woven of women's hair, I think. Already, if I mistake
not, such a net has been about your throat, Master, and next time it
will stay there. Hearken now to me. The gods thrust us into high
matters. The Yuncas of whose chief this lady is a guest are a great
people whom my people have conquered in war, but who wait the
opportunity to rebel, if they have not already done so. The Chancas,
of those king she is the daughter, are a still greater people who for
years have threatened war upon my people."
"Well, what of it, Kari? With such questions this lady will have
nothing to do."
"I think she has much to do with them. I think that she knows more
than she seems to know, and that she is an envoy from the Chancas to
the Yuncas. To whom is she affianced, I wonder? Some Great One,
doubtless. Well, we shall learn in time; and meanwhile, I pray you,
Master, remember that she says she /is/ affianced, and that in this
land men are very jealous even of a white god who rises from the sea."
"Of course I shall remember," I answered sharply. "Have I not had
enough of women who are affianced?"
"By your prayer of the moon this night, which the moon answered so
well and quickly, one might think not. Also this daughter of hers is
fair, and perchance when she gave her hand she kept her heart. Listen
again, Master. Of me and of whom I am, say nothing, save that you
found me on this island where I dwelt a hermit when you rose from the
sea. As for my name, why, it is Zapana. Remember that if you breathe
my rank and history, however much sweet lips may try to cozen them out
of you, you bring me to my death, who now do not wish to die, having a
vengeance to accomplish and a throne to win. Therefore treat me as a
dog, as one of no account, and be silent even in your sleep."
"I will remember, Kari."
"That is not enough--swear it."
"Good. I swear it--by the moon."
"Nay, not by the moon, for the moon is woman and changes. Swear it by
this," and from beneath his skin robe he drew out the golden image of
Pachacamac. "Swear it by the Spirit of the Universe, of whom Sun and
Moon and Stars are but servants, the Spirit whom all men worship in
this shape or in that."
So to please him I laid my hand upon the golden symbol and swore.
Then, very hurriedly, we made up a tale of how, clad in my armour, I
had risen from the sea and found him on the island, and how knowing me
for a white god who once in ages past had visited that land and who,
as prophecy foretold, should return to it in days to come, he had
worshipped me and become my slave.
This done we went down to the rock, Kari walking after me and bearing
all our small possessions and with them Deleroy's sword. Passing round
the rock we saw the /balsa/ drawn up to the sand, and by it the lady
Quilla, who now had put off her fine robes and again was attired as a
fishing-girl as I had seen her in my dream, and with her two tall
girls in the same scanty garments. When these saw me in the glittering
armour, which in our long idle hours we had polished till it shone
like silver, with the shield upon my arm and the casque upon my head
and the great sword girded about my middle and the black bow in my
hand, they screamed with fear and fell upon their faces, while even
Quilla started back and glanced towards the boat.
"Fear not," I said. "The gods are kind to those who do them service,
though to those who would harm them they are terrible."
Kari also went to them and whispered in their ears what tale I know
not. In the end they rose trembling, and having motioned to me to be
seated in it, with the help of Kari pushed the /balsa/, which I noted
with joy was large and well made, down into the sea. Then one by one
they climbed in, Quilla taking the steering-oar, while Kari and the
two maidens hoisted the little sail and paddled till we were clear of
the island, where the gentle wind caught the /balsa/. Then they
shipped the paddles, and although full laden, we sailed quietly
towards the mainland.
Now I was at the bow of the /balsa/ and Quilla was at its stern, and
between us were the others, so that during all that long night's
journey I had no speech with her and must content myself with gazing
over my shoulder at her beauty as best I could, which was not well,
because of Kari, who ever seemed to come between my eyes and hers.
Thus the long hours went by till at length when we were near the land
the moon sank, and we sailed on through the twilight. Then came the
dawn, and there in front of us we saw the lovely strand green with
palms within a ring of snow-clad mountains, two of them the great
peaks that we had seen from our isle.
On the shore was a city of white, flat-roofed houses, and rising above
it, perchance the half of a mile from the sea, a hill four or five
hundred feet in height and terraced. On the top of the hill stood a
mighty building, painted red, that from the look of it I took to be
one of the churches of these people, in the centre of which gleamed
great doors that, as I found afterwards, were covered with plates of
gold.
"Behold the temple of Pachacamac, Master," whispered Kari, bowing his
head and kissing the air in token of reverence.
By this time watchmen, who had been set there to search the sea or the
boat of Quilla, had noted our approach. They shouted and pointed to me
who sat in the prow clad in my armour upon which the sun glittered,
then began to run to and fro as though in fear or excitement, so that
ere we reached the shore a great crowd had gathered. Meanwhile, Quilla
had put on her silver-broidered mantle and her head-dress of feathers,
crowned with the crescent of the moon. As we touched the beach she
came forward, and for the first time during that night spoke to me
saying:
"Remain here in the /balsa/, Lord, while I talk with these people, and
when I summon you be pleased to come. Fear not--none will harm you."
Then she sprang from the prow of the /balsa/ to the shore, followed by
her two maidens, who dragged it further up the beach, and went forward
to talk with certain white-robed men in the crowd. For a long while
she talked, turning now and again to point at me. At length these men,
accompanied by a number of others, ran forward. At first I thought
they meant mischief and grasped my sword-hilt, then, remembering what
Quilla had said, remained seated and silent.
Indeed, there was no cause for fear, for when the white-robed chiefs
or priests and their following were close to me, suddenly they
prostrated themselves and beat their heads upon the sand, from which I
learned that they, too, believed me to be a god. Thereon I bowed to
them and, drawing my sword--at the sight of which I saw them stare and
shiver, for to these people steel was unknown--held it straight up in
front of me in my right hand, the shield with the cognizance of the
three arrows being on my left arm.
Now all the men rose, and some of them of the humbler sort, creeping
to the /balsa/, suddenly seized it and lifted it on to their
shoulders, which, being but a light thing of reeds and blown-out
skins, they could do easily enough. Then, preceded by the chiefs, they
advanced up the beach into the town, I still remaining seated in the
boat with Kari crouching behind me. So strange was the business that
almost I laughed aloud, wondering what those grave merchants of the
Cheap whom I had known in London would think if they could see me
thus.
"Kari," I said, without turning my head, "what are they going to do
with us? Set us in yonder temple to be worshipped with nothing to
eat?"
"I think not, Master," answered Kari, "since there the lady Quilla
could not come to speak with you if she would. I think that they will
take you to the house of the king of this country where, I understand,
she is dwelling."
This, indeed, proved to be the case, for we were borne solemnly up the
main street of the town, that now was packed with thousands of people,
some of whom threw flowers before the feet of the bearers, bowing and
staring till I thought that their eyes would fall out, to a large,
flat-roofed house set in a walled courtyard. Passing through the gates
the bearers placed the /balsa/ on the ground and fell back. Then from
out of the door of the house appeared Quilla, accompanied by a tall,
stately looking man who wore a fine robe, and a woman of middle age
also gorgeously apparelled.
"O Lord," said Quilla, bowing, "behold my kinsman the /Caraca/" (which
is the name for a lesser sort of king) "of the Yuncas, named
Quismancu, and his wife, Mira."
"Hail, Lord Risen from the Sea!" cried Quismancu. "Hail, White God
clothed in silver! Hail, /Hurachi/!"
Why he called me "Hurachi" at the time I could not guess, but
afterwards I learned that it was because of the arrows painted on my
shield, /hurachi/ being their name for arrows. At any rate,
thenceforth by this name of Hurachi I was known throughout the land,
though when addressed for the most part I was called "Lord-from-the-
Sea" or "God-of-the-Sea."
Then Quilla and the lady Mira came forward and, placing their hands
beneath my elbows, assisted me to climb out of that /balsa/, which I
think was the strangest way that ever a shipwrecked wanderer came to
land.
They led me into a large room with a flat roof that was being hastily
prepared for me by the hanging of beautiful broideries on the walls,
and sat me on a carven stool, where presently Quilla and other ladies
brought me food and a kind of intoxicating drink which they called
/chicha/, that after so many months of water drinking I found cheering
and pleasant to the taste. This food, I noted, was served to me on
platters of gold and silver, and the cups also were of gold strangely
fashioned, by which I knew that I had come to a very rich land.
Afterwards I learned, however, that in it there was no money, all the
gold and silver that it produced being used for ornament or to
decorate the temples and the palaces of the /Incas/, as they called
their kings, and other great lords. _
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