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his hour In a foul and loathsome cave; She is killed in cruel martyrdom-- Alas I she is bathed in her own blood.
Tupac Yupanqui.
What inhumanity, poor child! Ollantay, take this case in hand.
Ollantay.
Young maiden, take me quickly there; We will see who it is that suffers.
Yma Sumac.
No, sir. Not so. It is the King himself Should go with me. Perhaps he may recognise her;
Uillac Uma.
Illustrious King, thou wilt consent; Let us all seek this luckless one-- Thou canst release from cruel bonds. Lot us go, O King!
Tupac Yupanqui (rising).
Come all! Come all! In midst of reconciliations This young maid assaults my heart.
(Enter the INCA TUPAC YUPANQUI with YMA SUMAC, OLLANTAY, UILLAC UMA and RUMI nAUI; URCO HUARANCA, HANCO HUAYLLU and PIQUI CHAQUI in the background.)
But this is the Aclla Huasi;[FN#81] My child, art thou not mistaken? Where is thy imprisoned mother?
In a dungeon within these bounds My mother has suffered for years, Perhaps even now she is dead.
What door is this?
Is it a dream or reality, That I behold my sovereign? Tupac Yupanqui. Open that door.
O my mother, I feared to find That you had already passed away; Pitu Salla! Haste. Bring water. Perhaps my