leaven, the brother having always drunk the blood of the sister!"
The virgins advanced, taking the places of the young men on the steps of the throne, while fathers and brothers intoned the Aïmara Song of Triumph,
"The savages! The savages!" raged Dick, thinking only of vengeance now that he thought Maria-Teresa was dead. He balanced the revolver in his palm, hesitating. There were at all events Huascar and the King he could bring down; that would be some satisfaction. But suppose Maria-Teresa was not dead after all? He might still save her. For a moment he thought she had moved. He questioned Orellana in a whisper. "My daughter is very tired, and must be sleeping," replied the madman.
Meanwhile the cap-skulled Guardian of the Temple had made a little incision on the throat of each virgin, gathering their blood in a gold ewer. When the cup was full, he touched it with his lips and handed it to the young men, among whom it passed from hand to hand, while the girls, proud of their light wounds, cried, "Glory to the Children of the Sun!"
"The cup is empty," announced Huascar.
At his words the King rose, and holding up both arms to the heavens, implored the Sun to give the signal for the sacrifice.
