Full Online Books
BOOK CATEGORIES
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
LINKS
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Daniel Company
Twitter Twitter Add book
donate
Full Online Book HomeLong StoriesThe Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter IV - THE ORACLE OF RIMAC
Famous Authors (View All Authors)
The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter IV - THE ORACLE OF RIMAC Post by :kskrob02 Category :Long Stories Author :H. Rider Haggard Date :May 2011 Read :2753

Click below to download : The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter IV - THE ORACLE OF RIMAC (Format : PDF)

The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter IV - THE ORACLE OF RIMAC

In this town of Quismancu I remained for seven days, going abroad but
little, for when I did so the people pressed about me and stared me
out of countenance. There was a garden at the back of the hose
surrounded by a wall built of mud bricks. Here for the most part I sat
and here the great ones of the place came to visit me, bringing me
offerings of robes and golden vessels and I know not what besides. To
all of them I told the same story--or, rather, Kari told it for me--
namely, that I had risen out of the sea and found him a hermit, named
Zapana, on the desert island. What is more, they believed it and,
indeed, it was true, for had I not risen out of the sea?

From time to time Quilla came to see me also in this garden, bearing
gifts of flowers, and with her I talked alone. She would sit upon a
low stool, considering me with her beautiful eyes, as though she would
search out my soul. One day she said to me:

"Tell me, Lord, are you a god or a man?"

"What is a god?" I asked.

"A god is that which is adored and loved."

"And is a man never adored and loved, Quilla? For instance, I
understand that you are to be married, and doubtless you adore and
love him who will be your husband."

She shivered a little and answered:

"It is not so. I hate him."

"Then why are you going to marry him? Are you forced to do so,
Quilla?"

"No, Lord. I marry him for my people's sake. He desires me for my
inheritance and my beauty, and by my beauty I may lead him down that
road on which my people wish that he should go."

"An old story, Quilla, but will you be happy thus?"

"No, Lord, I shall be very unhappy. But what does it matter? I am only
a woman, and such is the lot of women."

"Women, like gods and men, are also sometimes loved and adored,
Quilla."

She flushed at the words and answered:

"Ah! if that were so life might be different. But even if it were so
and I found the man who could love and adore even for a year, for me
it is now too late. I am sworn away by an oath that may not be broken,
for to break it might bring death upon my people."

"To whom are you sworn?"

"To the Child of the Sun, no less a man; to the god who will be Inca
of all this land."

"And what is this god like?"

"They say that he is huge and swarthy, with a large mouth, and I know
that he has the heart of a brute. He is cruel and false also, and he
counts his women by the score. Yet his father, the Inca, loves him
more than any of his children, and ere long he will be king after
him."

"And would you, who are sweet and lovely as the moon after which you
are named, give yourself body and soul to such a one?"

Again she flushed.

"Do my own ears hear the White-God-from-the-Sea call me sweet and
lovely as the moon? If so, I thank him, and pray him to remember that
the perfect and lovely are always chosen to be the sacrifice of gods."

"But, Quilla, the sacrifice may be all in vain. How long will you hold
the fancy of this loose-living prince?"

"Long enough to serve my purpose, Lord--or, at least," she added with
flashing eyes, "long enough to kill him if he will not go my country's
road. Oh! ask me no more, for your words stir something in my breast,
a new spirit of which I never dreamed. Had I heard them but three
moons gone, it might have been otherwise. Why did you not appear
sooner from the sea, my lord Hurachi, be you god or man?"

Then, with something like a sob, she rose, made obeisance, and fled
away.

 

That evening, when we were alone in my chamber where none could hear
us, I told Kari that Quilla was promised in marriage to a prince who
would be Inca of all the land.

"Is it so?" said Kari. "Well, learn, Master, that this prince is my
brother, he whom I hate, he who has done me bitter wrong, he who stole
away my wife and poisoned me. Urco is his name. Does this lady Quilla
love him?"

"I think not. I think that like you she hates him, yet will marry him
for reasons of policy."

"Doubtless she hates him now, whatever she did a week ago," said Kari
in a dry voice. "But what fruit will this tree bear? Master, are you
minded to come with me to-morrow to visit the temple of Pachacamac in
the inner sanctuary of which sits the god Rimac who speaks oracles?"

"For what purpose, Kari?" I answered moodily.

"That we may hear oracles, Master. I think that if you choose to go
the lady Quilla would come with us, since perhaps she would like also
to hear oracles."

"I will go if it can be done in secret, say at night, for I weary of
being stared at by these people."

This I said because I desired to learn of the religion of this nation
and to see new things.

"Perhaps it can be so ordered, Master. I will ask of the matter."

It seemed that Kari did ask, perhaps of the high priest of Pachacamac,
for between all the worshippers of this god there was a brotherhood;
perhaps of the lord Quismancu, or perhaps of Quilla herself--I do not
know. At least, on this same day Quismancu inquired whether it would
please me to visit the temple that night, and so the matter was
settled.

Accordingly, after the darkness had fallen, two litters were brought
into which we entered, Quilla and a waiting woman seating themselves
in one of them and Kari and I in the other, for Quismancu and his wife
did not come--why I cannot say. Then, preceded by another litter in
which was a priest of the god, and surrounded by a guard of soldiers,
through a rain-storm we were borne up the hill--it was but a little
way--to the temple.

Here, before the golden doors on which the lightning glimmered
fitfully, we descended and were led by white-robed men bearing
lanterns, through various courts to the inner sanctuary of the god, on
the threshold of which I crossed myself, not loving the company of
heathen idols. So far as I could see by the lamplight it was a great
and glorious place, and everywhere that the eye fell was gold--places
of gold on the walls, offerings of gold upon the floor, stars of gold
upon the roof. The strange thing about this holy place, however, was
that it seemed to be quite empty except for the aforesaid gold. There
was neither altar nor image--nothing but a lamp-lit void.

Here all prostrated themselves, save I alone, and prayed in silence.
When they rose again, in a whisper I asked of Kari where was the god.
To which he answered: "Nowhere, yet everywhere." This I thought a true
saying, and indeed so solemn was that place that I felt as though I
were surrounded by that which is divine.

After a while the priests, who were gorgeously apparelled, led us
across the sanctuary to a door that opened upon some stairs. Down
these stairs we went into a long passage that seemed to run beneath
the earth, for the air in it was heavy. When we had walked a hundred
paces or more in this narrow place, we came to other steps and another
door, passing through which we found ourselves in a second temple,
smaller than that which we had visited, but like to it rich with gold.
In the centre of this temple sat the image of a man rudely fashioned
of gold.

"Behold Rimac the Speaker!" whispered Kari.

"How can gold speak?" I asked.

Kari made no answer.

Presently the priests began to mutter prayers and incantations that I
thought unholy, after which they laid offerings of what looked like
raw flesh set in cups of gold before the idol, that I thought unholier
still. Lastly they drew back and asked of what we would learn.

I made no answer who did not like the business. Nor did Kari say
anything, but Quilla spoke out boldly, saying that we would learn of
the future and what would befall us.

Now there was a long silence, and I confess that fear got hold of me,
for it seemed to me as though spirits were moving in the air and
through the darkness behind us--yes, as though I could hear their
whisperings and the rustle of their wings. Suddenly, at the end of
this silence, the golden image in front of us began to glow as though
it were molten, and the emerald eyes that were set in its head to
sparkle terribly, which frightened me so much that had it not been for
shame's sake I would have run away, but because of this stood still
and prayed to St. Hubert to protect me from the devil and his works.
Presently I prayed still harder, for the image began to speak--yes, in
a horrid, whistling voice it spoke, although no one was near to it.
These were the words it said:

"Who is this clad in silver whose skin is white and whose hair is
yellow? Such an one I have not seen for a thousand years, and such as
he it is that shall possess themselves of the Land of Tavantinsuyu,
shall steal its wealth, shall slay its people, and shall cast down its
gods. But not yet, not yet! Therefore this is the command of
Pachacamac, uttered by the voice of Rimac the Speaker, that none do
harm to or cross the will of this mighty seaborn lord, since he shall
be as a strong wall to many and his sword shall be red with the blood
of the wicked."

The whistling voice ceased while the priests and all there stared at
me, for they seemed to think its words fateful. Then suddenly it began
again:

"And who is this that came out of the sea with the Shining One, having
wandered further than any of his ancient blood? I know. I know, yet I
may not say, since the Spirit of spirits whose image he wears upon his
heart bids me be silent. Be bold! Be bold! Prosper and grow great,
Child of Pachacamac, for thy wanderings are not yet done. Still there
is a mountain to be climbed, and on the crest of it hangs a fringe of
Heaven's gold."

Again the voice ceased, while this time all stared at Kari, who shook
his head humbly as though bewildered by what he could not understand.
Once more the image spoke:

"Who is this daughter of the Sun, in whose veins play moonbeams and
who is fairer than the evening star? One, I think, whom men shall
desire and because of whom shall flow the blood of the great. One
whose thought is swift as the lightning and subtle as the snake, one
in whom passion burns like fire in the womb of the mountain, but who
is filled with spirit that dances above the fire and who longs for
things that are afar. Daughter of the Sun in whose blood run the
moonbeams, thou shalt slip from the hated arms and the Sun shall be
thy shelter, and in the beloved arms thou shalt sleep at last. Yet
from the vengeance of the god betrayed fly fast and far!"

Again the voice ceased, and I thought that all was over. But it was
not so, for after a little space the golden figure of the oracle
glowed more fiercely than before and the emerald eyes shone more
terribly, and in a kind of scream it spoke, saying:

"The snows of Tavantinsuyu shall be red with blood, the waters of her
rivers shall be full of blood. Yes, ye three shall wade through blood,
and in a rain of blood shall pluck the fruit of your desires. Still
for a while the gods of Tavantinsuyu shall endure and its kings shall
reign and its children shall be free. But in the end death for the
gods and death for the kings and death for the people. Still, not yet
--not yet! None who live shall see it, nor their children, nor their
children's children. Rimac the Voice has spoken; treasure ye his words
and interpret them as ye will."

 

The whistling voice died away like the thin cry of some starving child
in a desert, and there was a great silence. Then in a moment the
figure of gold ceased to glow and the eyes of emerald to burn, leaving
the thing but a dead lump of metal. The priests prostrated themselves,
and rising, led us from the place without a word, but in the light of
the lamps I saw that their faces were full of terror--so full that I
doubted whether it could be feigned.

As we had come, so we went, and at last found ourselves outside the
glittering temple doors where the litters awaited us.

"What did it mean?" I whispered to Quilla, who was by my side.

"For you and the other I know not," she answered hurriedly; "but for
me I think that it means death. Yet, not until--not until----" And she
ceased.

At that moment the moon appeared from behind the rain-clouds and shone
upon her upturned face, and in her eyes there was a glory.

 

Now, as I learned afterwards, these words of its most famous oracle
went all through the land and caused great talk and wonder mixed with
fear, for none of such import had been spoken by it for generations.
More, they shaped my own fortunes, for, as I came to know, Quismancu
and his people had determined that I should not be allowed to go from
among them. Not every day did a white god rise from the sea, and they
desired that having come to them, there he should bide to be their
defence and boast, and with him that hermit named Zapana, to whom, as
they believed, he had appeared upon the desert isle. But after Rimac
had spoken all this was changed, and when I said it was my will to
depart and accompany Quilla upon her journey home to her father,
Huaracha, King of the Chancas, as by swift messenger this King
invited me to do, Quismancu answered that if I so desired I must be
obeyed as the god Rimac had commanded, but that nevertheless he was
sure that we should meet again.

Now, thinking these things over, I wondered much whether that oracle
came out of the golden Rimac or perchance from the heart of Quilla, or
of Kari, or of both of them, who desired that I should leave the
Yuncas and travel to the Chancas and further. I did not know, nor was
I ever to learn, since about matters to do with their gods these
people are as secret as the grave. I asked Kari and I asked Quilla,
but both of them stared at me with innocent eyes, and replied who were
they to inspire the golden tongue of Rimac? Nor, indeed, did I ever
learn whether Rimac the Speaker was a spirit or but a lump of metal
through which some priest talked. All I know is that from one end of
Tavantinsuyu to the other he was believed to be a spirit who spoke the
very will of God to those who could understand his words, though this
as a Christian man I could not credit.

So it came about that some days later, with Quilla and Kari and
certain old men who, I took it, were priests or ambassadors, or both,
I departed on our journey. As we went the people wept around my litter
for sorrow, real or feigned, for we travelled in litters guarded by
some two hundred soldiers armed with axes of copper and bows, and cast
flowers before the feet of the bearers. But I did not weep, for though
I had been very kindly treated there and, indeed, worshipped, glad was
I to see the last of that city and its people who wearied me.

Moreover, I felt that there I was in the midst of plots, though of
what these were I knew nothing, save that Quilla, who to the outward
eye was but a lovely, innocent maiden, had a hand in them. Plots there
were indeed, for, as I came to understand in time, they were nothing
less than the preparing of a great war which the Chancas and the
Yuncas were to wage against their over-lord, the Inca, the king of the
mighty nation of the Quichuas, who had his home at a city called Cuzco
far inland. Indeed, there and then this alliance was arranged, and by
Quilla--Quilla, who proposed to sacrifice herself and by the gift of
her person to his heir, to throw dust in the eyes of the Inca, whose
dominion her father planned to take and with it the imperial crown of
Tavantinsuyu.

 

Leaving the coastland, we were borne forward through the passes of
great mountains, upon a wonderful road so finely made that never had I
seen its like in England. At times we crossed rivers, but over these
were thrown bridges of stone. Or mayhap we came to swamps, yet there
the road still ran, built upon deep foundations in the mud. Never did
it turn aside; always it went on, conquering every hindrance, for this
was one of the Inca's roads that pierced Tavantinsuyu from end to end.
We came to many towns, for this land was thickly populated, and for
the most part slept in one of them each night. But always my fame had
gone before me, and the /Curacas/, or chiefs of the towns, waited upon
me with offerings as though I were indeed divine.

For the first five days of that journey I saw little of Quilla, but at
length one night we were forced to camp at a kind of rest-house upon
the top of a high mountain pass, where it was very cold, for the deep
snow lay all about. At this place, as here were no /Curacas/ to
trouble me, I went out alone when Kari was elsewhere, and climbed a
certain peak which was not far from the rest-house, that thence I
might see the sunset and think in quiet.

Very glorious was the scene from that high point. All round me stood
the cold crests of snow-clad mountains towering to the very skies,
while between them lay deep valleys where rivers ran like veins of
silver. So immense was the landscape that it seemed to have no end,
and so grand that it crushed the spirit, while above arched the
perfect sky in whose rich blue the gorgeous lights of evening began to
gather as the great sun sank behind the snowy peaks.

Far up in the heavens floated one wide-winged bird, the eagle of the
mountains, which is larger than any other fowl that I have ever seen,
and the red light playing on it turned it to a thing of fire. I
watched that bird and wished that I too had pinions which could bear
me far away to the sea and over it.

And yet did I wish to go who had no home left on all the earth and no
kind heart that would welcome me? Awhile ago I should have answered,
"Yes, anywhere out of this loneliness," but now I was not so sure.
Here at least Kari was my friend if a jealous one, though of late, as
I could see, he was thinking of other things than friendship--dark
plottings and high ambitions of which as yet he said little to me.

Then there was that strange and beautiful woman, Quilla, to whom my
heart went out and not only because she was beautiful, and who, as I
thought, at times looked kindly on me. But if so, what did it avail;
seeing that she was promised in marriage to some high-placed native
man who would be a king? Surely I had known enough of women who were
promised in marriage to other men, and should do well to let her be.

Thinking thus, desolation took hold of me and I sat myself down on a
rock and covered my face with my hands that I might not see the tears,
which I knew were gathering in my eyes, as they fell from them. Yes,
there in the midst of that awful solitude, I, Hubert of Hastings,
whose soul it filled, sat down like a lost child and wept.

Presently I felt a touch upon my shoulder and let fall my hands,
thinking that Kari had found me out, to hear a soft voice, the voice
of Quilla, say:

"So it seems that the gods can weep. Why do you weep, O God-from-the-
Waves who here are named Hurachi?"

"I weep," I answered, "because I am a stranger in a strange land; I
weep because I have not wings whereon I can fly away like that great
bird above us."

She looked at me awhile, then said, most gently:

"And whither would you fly, O God-from-the-Sea? Back into the sea?"

"Cease to call me a god," I answered, "who, as you know well, am but a
man though of another race than yours."

"I thought it but I did not know. But whither would you fly, O Lord
Hurachi?"

"To the land where I was born, Lady Quilla; the land that I shall
never see again."

"Ah! doubtless there you have wives and children for whom your heart
is hungry."

"Nay, now I have neither wife nor child."

"Then once you had a wife. Tell me of that wife. Was she fair?"

"Why should I tell you a sad story? She is dead."

"Dead or living, you still love her, and where there is love there is
no death."

"Nay, I only love what I thought she was."

"Was she false, then?"

"Yes, false and yet true. So true that she died because she was
false."

"How can a woman be both false and true?"

"Woman can be all things. Ask the question of your own heart. Can you
not perchance be both false and true?"

She thought awhile and, leaving this matter, said:

"So, having once loved, you can never love again."

"Why not? Perchance I can love too much. But what would be the use
when more love would but mean more loss and pain?"

"Whom should you love, my lord Hurachi, seeing that the women of your
own folk are far away?"

"I think one who is very near, if she would pay back love for love."

Quilla made no answer, and I thought that she was angry and would go
away. But she did not; indeed, she sat herself down upon the stone at
my side and covered her face with her hands as I had done and began to
weep as I had done. Now in my turn I asked her:

"Why do you weep?"

"Because I, too, must know loneliness, and with it shame, Lord
Hurachi."

At these words my heart beat and passion flamed up in me. Stretching
out my hand I drew hers away and in the dying light gazed at the face
beneath. Lo! on its loveliness there was a look which could not be
misread.

"Do you, then, also love?" I whispered.

"Aye, more, I think, than ever woman loved before. From the moment
when first I saw you sleeping in the moonbeams on the desert isle, I
knew my fate had found me, and that I loved. I fought against it
because I must, but that love has grown and grown, till now I am all
love, and, having given everything, have no more left to give."

When I heard this, making no answer, I swept her into my arms and
kissed her, and there she lay upon my breast and kissed me back.

"Let me go, and hear me," she murmured presently, "for you are strong
and I am weak."

I obeyed, and she sank back upon the stone.

"My lord," she said, "our case is very sad, or at least my case is
sad, since though you being a man may love often, I can love but once,
and, my lord, it may not be."

"Why not?" I asked hoarsely. "Your people think me a god; cannot a god
take whom he wills to wife?"

"Not when she is vowed to another god, he who will be Inca; not when
on her, mayhap, hangs the fate of nations."

"We might fly, Quilla."

"Whither could the God-from-the-Sea fly and whither could fly the
daughter of the Moon, who is vowed to the son of the Sun in marriage,
save to death?"

"There are worse things than death, Quilla."

"Aye, but my life is in pawn. I must live that my people may not die.
Myself I offered it to this cause and now, being royal, I cannot take
it back again for my own joy. It is better to be shamed with honour
than to be loved in the lap of shame."

"What then?" I asked hopelessly.

"Only this, that above us are the gods, and--heard you not the oracle
of Rimac that declared to me that I should slip from the hated arms,
that the Sun should be my shelter, and in the beloved arms I should
sleep at last, though from the vengeance of the god betrayed I must
fly fast and far? I think that this means death, but also it means
life in death and--O arms beloved, you shall fold me yet. I know not
how, but have faith--for you shall fold me yet. Meanwhile, tempt me
not from the path of honour, since this I know, that it alone can lead
me to my home. Yet who is the god betrayed from whom I must fly? Who,
who?"

Thus she spoke and was silent, and I, too, was silent. Yes, there we
sat, both silent in the darkness, searching the heavens for a guiding
star. And as we sat, presently I heard the voice of Kari saying:

"Have I found you, Lord, and you also, Lady Quilla? Return, I pray
you, for all search and are frightened."

"Why?" I answered. "The lady Quilla and I study this wondrous scene."

"Yes, Lord, though to those who are not god-born it would be difficult
in this darkness. Suffer, now that I show you the path."

If you like this book please share to your friends :
NEXT BOOKS

The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter V - KARI GOES The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter V - KARI GOES

The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter V - KARI GOES
As it chanced during the remaining days of that journey, Quilla and Iwere not again alone together (that is to say, except once for a fewminutes), for we were never out of eyeshot of someone in our company.Thus Kari clung to me very closely, indeed, and when I asked him why,told me bluntly that it was for my safety's sake. A god to remain agod, he said, should live alone in a temple. When he began to mix withothers of the earth and to do those things they did, to eat and todrink, to laugh and to frown; even to slip
PREVIOUS BOOKS

The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter III - THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter III - THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON

The Virgin Of The Sun - BOOK II - Chapter III - THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON
For the fourth time since we were cast away on this island the hugefull moon shone in a sky of wondrous blue. Kari and I watched it risebetween the two snow-clad peaks far away that he had called a gatewayto his land, which was so near to us and yet it would seem moredistant than Heaven itself. Heaven we might hope to reach upon thewings 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 oflittle bar-like clouds, till wearying we let our eyes fall upon theglittering
NEXT 10 BOOKS | PREVIOUS 10 BOOKS | RANDOM 10 BOOKS
LEAVE A COMMENT