"He is not dead, O Inca. He lives and he kneels before you. Urco poisoned him, but the Sun his Father recovered him, and the Spirit that is above all gods supported him. The sea bore him to a far land, where he found a white god who befriended and cared for him," here he turned his head towards me. "With this god he returned to his own country and here he kneels before you, O Inca."
"It cannot be," said the Inca. "What sign do you bring who name yourself Kari? Show me the image of the Spirit above the gods that from his childhood for generations has been hung about the neck of the Inca's eldest son, born from the Queen."
Kari opened his robe and drew out that golden effigy of Pachacamac which he always wore.
Upanqui examined it, holding it close to his rheumy eyes.
"It seems to be the same," he said, "as I should know upon whose breast it lay until my first son was born. And yet who can be sure since such things may be copied?"
Then he handed back the image to Kari and after reflecting awhile, said:
"Bring hither the Mother of the Royal Nurses."
Apparently this lady was in waiting, for in a minute she appeared before the throne, an old and withered woman with beady eyes.
"Mother," said the Inca, "you were with the /Coya/ (that is the Queen) who has been gathered to the Sun, when her boy was born, and afterwards nursed him for years. If you saw it, would you know his body again after he has come to middle age?"
"Aye, O Inca."
"How, Mother?"
"By three moles, O Inca, which we women used to call /Yuti/, /Quilla/, and /Chasca/" (that is, the Sun, the Moon, and the planet Venus), "which were the marks of good fortune stamped by the gods upon the Prince's back between the shoulders, set one above the other."
"Man who call yourself Kari, are you willing that this old crone should see your flesh?" asked Upanqui.
By way of answer Kari with a little smile stripped himself of his broidered tunic and other garments and stood before us naked to the middle. Then he turned his back to the Mother of the Nurses. She hobbled up and searched it with her bright eyes.
"Many scars," she muttered, "scars in front and scars behind. This warrior has known battles and blows. But what have we here? Look, O Inca, /Yuti/, /Quilla/, and /Chasca/, set one above the other, though /Chasca/ is almost hidden by a hurt. Oh! my fosterling, O my Prince whom I nursed at these withered breasts, are you come back from the dead to take your own again? O Kari of the Holy Blood; Kari the lost who is Kari the found!"
Then sobbing and muttering she threw her arms about him and kissed him. Nor did he shame to kiss her in return, there before them all.
"Restore his garments to the royal Prince," said Upanqui, "and bring hither the Fringe that is worn by the Inca's heir."
It was produced without delay by the high-priest Larico, which told me at once that all this scene had been prepared. Upanqui took it from Larico, and beckoning Kari to him, with the priest's help bound it about his brow, thereby acknowledging him and restoring him as heir- apparent to the Empire. Then he kissed him on the brow and Kari knelt down and did his father homage.
After this they went away together accompanied only by Larico and two or three of the councillors of Inca blood and as I learned from Larico afterwards, told each other their tales and made plans to outwit, and if need were to destroy, Urco and his faction.
On the following day Kari was established in a house of his own that was more of a fortress than a palace, for it was built of great stones with narrow gates, and surrounded by an open space. Upon this space, as a guard, were encamped all those who had deserted to him in the battle of the Field of Blood, who had returned to Cuzco from the camp of Huaracha now that Kari was accepted as the royal heir. Also other troops who were loyal to the Inca were stationed near by, while those who clung to Urco departed secretly to that town where he lay sick.
Moreover, proclamation was made that on the day of the new moon, which the magicians declared to be auspicious, Kari would be publicly presented to the people in the Temple of the Sun as the Inca's lawful heir, in place of Urco disinherited for crimes that he had committed against the Sun, the Empire, and the Inca his father.
"Brother," said Kari to me, for so he called me now that he was an acknowledged Prince, when I went to meet him in his grandeur, "Brother, did I not tell you always that we must trust to our gods?
See, I have not trusted in vain though it is true that dangers still lie ahead of me, and perhaps civil war."
"Yes," I answered, "your gods are in the way of giving you all you want, but it is not so with mine and me."
"What then do you desire, Brother, who can have even to the half of the kingdom?"
"Kari," I replied, "I cry not for the Earth, but for the Moon."
He understood, and his face grew stern.
"Brother, the Moon alone is beyond you, for she inhabits the sky while you still dwell upon the earth," he answered with a frown, and then began to talk of the peace with Huaracha.
