Glory to Pachacamac , even though we die to-day ! '' `` In what can I help my people ? '' said Prigio . `` Thou knowest ; why should we instruct thee ? Thou knowest that on midsummer-day , every year , before the shadow shrinks back to the base of the huaca -LCB- 190 -RCB- of Manoa , we must offer a maiden to lull the Earthquaker with a new song . Lo , now the shadow shrinks to the foot of the huaca , and the maid is not offered ! For the lot fell on the daughter of thy servant the Inca , and he refuses to give her up . One daughter of his , he says , has been sacrificed to the sacred birds , the Cunturs : the birds were found slain on the hill-top , no man knows how ; but the maiden vanished . '' `` Why , it must have been Jaqueline . I killed the birds , '' said Ricardo , in Pantouflian . `` Silence , not a word ! '' said the king , sternly . `` And what makes you bear arms against the Inca ? '' he asked the old man . `` We would slay him and her , '' answered the priest ; `` for , when the shadow shrinks to the foot of the stone , the sun will shine straight down into the hollow hill of the Earthquaker , and he will waken and destroy Manoa and the Temples of the Sun . '' `` Then wherefore would you slay them , when you must all perish ? '' `` The people , oh Pachacamac , would have revenge before they die . '' `` Oh , folly of men ! '' said the king , solemnly ; then he cried : `` Lead me to the Inca ; this day you shall not perish . Is it not predicted in the Cord of the Venerable Knots that I shall slay this monster ? ''
`` Hasten , oh Pachacamac , XXXXX the shadow shortens ! ''
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