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The Crimson Conquest 7

The Crimson Conquest 7



Cristoval smote the table with his fist. "By the fighting Saint
Michael, he hath not his peer in armor!"
 
"No!" Pedro concurred with emphasis. "Thou sayst right, Cristoval. But
the poor _veedor_! Have ye seen him? He hath been waddling about the
square, swollen with consternation, now climbing to the fortress to
stare at the campfires on the hills, now scuttling down again to tell
how many there are; one minute praying, the next swearing, and the next
bellowing like a calf that he is a civilian, no fighting man, and is
misplaced. And misplaced he is, I’ll take my oath! Pizarro locked him
up at last, to prevent the panic he was beginning to spread. Gods,
gentlemen! were I the commander I’d melt him and make him into tallow
dips."
 
A bugle sounded in the square, and Cristoval exclaimed, rising,
"Officers’ call! The general hath something to say."
 
Pizarro had something of moment to say, and was in council with his
officers through the night.
 
 
 
 
*CHAPTER V*
 
_*The Monarch and the Princess Rava*_
 
 
The entry of the Spaniards into Caxamalca had not been spirited, nor
jubilant. But the rain, which had conspired with other depressing
circumstances to dishearten them, ceased during the night, and the
sixteenth of November broke with a cloudless sky. Its first light was
greeted in the Peruvian camp by the clamor of trumpets, the wailing of
conches and horns, and the thunder of drumsa warlike and mighty
dissonance which struck faintly upon the listening ears of the invaders
in the town, and set many a good Christian making the sign of the cross
and murmuring his prayers. The army of the Inca was portentously astir.
 
The monarch was quartered in a villa at the edge of the eastern
foothills. Not far away, their position marked by columns of rising
steam, were the hot mineral springs which had made the place a resort of
the Incas for generations.
 
The villa itself differed little in its severe simplicity from other
structures of the country. It was massively built of stone, with the
usual high-pitched covering of thatcha form of roof far from primitive
in this instance, for the thatches of Peru were artfully and durably
constructed, often highly ornate in the weaving and gilding of their
straw. The building was without exterior decoration except for the
sculptured geometrical design bordering the entrance. This doorway,
like the small windows set high up under the eaves, and the numerous
niches with growing plants, which served to modify the severity and
blankness of the walls, narrowed from threshold to lintel as in the
architecture of ancient Egypt. The walls, too, broad at the base and
sloping inward as they narrowed to the top, further suggested the
comparison.
 
On either side of the villa entrance stood sentinels in the blue of the
Incarial Guard, in heavily pourpointed tunics or gambesons, similar to
those worn by the European men-at-arms of the fourteenth century. Each
wore a casque of burnished silver, with heavy cheek-plates descending to
the point of the jaw, and surmounted by the figure of a crouching
panther, the device of their corps. Above the head-piece rose a high
crescent-shaped crest, not unlike that on the helm of the warrior of
ancient Greece. Their arms were bare to the shoulder, but encircled by
heavy bands of silver above the elbow and at the wrist. Their legs were
protected only by the blue and silver lacings of their sandals, which
entwined them to the knees. They were armed with javelins, small round
shields of polished brass, and from their broad, heavily plated belts
hung small battle-axes and short swords of bronze, an alloy which the
Peruvians tempered almost to the hardness of steel.
 
At an early hour the throne-room was filled with officers and nobles
costumed as brilliantly as the court of an Oriental potentate. The
majority were Quitoans, but among them were a small number of the nobles
of Cuzco, recent adherents of Huascar, who had tendered their allegiance
to the successful Atahualpa, or whose presence at the court the latter
had commanded. All were in the sleeveless outer garment of the country,
belted at the waist, with skirts falling to the knees, and not unlike
the _tunica_ of the Roman. The stuff was of wool, woven in fanciful and
often elegant patterns, and not infrequently decorated with elaborate
passementerie, or with braid or scale-work of gold and silver. Every
stalwart form glittered with jewelled armlets, bracelets, necklaces, and
girdles in the precious metals, while the nobles of Cuzco wore, as a
distinguishing mark of their order, heavy discs of gold let into the
lobes of their ears.
 
The apartment in which they awaited the coming of the monarch was no
less splendid than the assemblage, and showed the same lavish use of
gold and silver, which in the empire of the Incas had no value except
for ornamentation. It was a lofty chamber with walls of polished
porphyry, divided by pilasters into panels bordered with vines in
precious metal, perfect in leaf and stem. Suspended from silver
brackets wrought in forms of serpents, lizards, and fanciful monsters,
were lamps burning perfumed oil, filling the room with faint aroma, and
dispelling the obscurity of the early morning with their radiance. The
ceiling, panelled by heavy rafters, was of rushes, gilded and
elaborately woven in squares and lozenges. At intervals the walls were
niched like those of the exterior, to receive natural plants or
imitations of them in the metals.
 
In the rear of the apartment, beneath a canopy resplendent with
embroidery and featherwork, was a dais of serpentine on which stood the
Inca’s seat, a low stool of solid gold, richly chased and jewelled.
Back of this, against the wall, was the imperial standard, on whose
folds blazed and sparkled in embroidery and precious stones a rainbow,
the insigne of the Incas.
 
The room was nearly bare of furniture, but its marble floor was softened
by richly dyed rugs and the skins of animals. In a word, in this
country villa of the ruler of an empire of the farthest West was a
wealth of decoration that would have dimmed the splendor of the palace
of a maharajah.
 
Presently, a door in the rear swung open, and a silence fell as a
grizzled veteran in the splendid uniform of a general of the Quitoan
troops entered and raised his hand. He was followed by two officers of
the Incarial Guard, who halted and took post at each side of the
doorway. A breathless moment, then came the Inca Atahualpa, attended by
his personal staff. The nobles went upon their knees, bending until
their foreheads touched the floor, and so remained until the monarch,
moving with brisk, soldierly pace, had gained the dais, where he turned
with a brief command that they arise.
 
Atahualpa was then close to his thirtieth year. His countenance was one
which would have been striking among men of any race. He had the
warrior-face of the American aboriginethe aquiline nose, the high
cheekbones and firm jaw and mouth, the calm pride and dignity of
__EXPRESSION__but refined by generations of Inca culture. It was the face
of a fighter, and a slumbering ferocity was perhaps lurking in the dark
and somewhat bloodshot eyes; but it was also an intellectual one,
clear-cut in line and contour, and backed by a well-formed head,
handsomely poised. His complexion, of the usual bronze of the Indian,
was yet not more swarthy than that of many Spaniards. His black hair was
closely trimmed, and on his head was the royal diadem, the _llauta_, a
thick cord or band of crimson, wound several times around, with a
pendant fringe covering his forehead to his brows from temple to temple.
Set closely in the _llauta_ above the fringe, diverging as they rose,
were two small white feathers, each with a single spot of black. These
were taken from the wings of the _coraquenque_, a rare bird sacred to
the Incas. He was simply clad in deep red, the royal color. His tunic
was quite devoid of decoration, but the cloak thrown over his shoulders
glittered with embroidery and scales of gold, and besides his heavy
ear-ornaments he wore at his throat a collar of emeralds worth an
emperor’s ransom.
 
A powerful man, well and serenely accustomed to his power, mentally and
physically equal to its exercise, and sufficiently wonted to it not to
be self-conscious, is truly a fit object of admiration. There is
nothing more sublime, in its way, on earth: nothing more majestic, and
only suggested by the brute kingliness of the lion. Atahualpa, the
descendant of a long line of absolute monarchs, a line believed by the
Peruvians to have sprung from Inti, the Sun-god himself, wore his
majesty as naturally as he wore his cloak and with as little thought of
it.
 
On this occasion the audience was short, and the Inca did not seat
himself. Having heard the reports of his generals, he directed that
supplies be sent to the Spaniards in Caxamalca, gave a few orders
concerning the disposition of his troops and the formation of his escort
for the visit to Pizarro that afternoon, and retired, while the nobles
went again upon their knees until he had quit the apartment. In the
court outside he dismissed his staff and descended a terrace into the
garden in the rear of the palace.
 
It was an alluring place at any hour, and to its quiet seclusion the
young monarch often resorted when he wearied of councils, the affairs of
government, and the endless formalities of the court. From the rear of
the villa an avenue, bordered with flowering shrubbery and spreading
palms backed by tall quinuars, led to an open lawn in the middle of
which played a fountain. Around the margin of the green, set in shady
niches in the foliage, were marble benches. Over one of these rugs had
been thrown, and leaning sadly on its arm with her cheek resting on her
hand sat a maiden of seventeen. A few paces away were half-a-dozen
attendants, seated on the sward, arranging armfuls of flowers. So busy
were they, and so deep the maiden’s reverie, that the Inca’s coming was
unnoted, and he paused, surveying the group and hesitating to interrupt.
At that moment, slightly turning her head, the girl observed him; with
sudden pallor and a movement of her hand to her heart she arose.
 
She was handsome and womanly, and as she stood timidly awaiting her
monarch’s approach he did not fail to note her beauty with brotherly
pride; for she was his half-sister, the Ñusta[1] Rava. Her dark eyes,
heavily veiled by their lashes, were downcast, and her color came and
went with every step of his advance. Her cloak, falling back as she

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