(Exit Rumi-naui.)




Ollantay.

Thou knowest, O most gracious Lord,
That I have served thee from a youth,
Have worked with fortitude and truth,
Thy treasured praise was my reward.[FN#26]
All dangers I have gladly met,
For thee I always watched by night,
For thee was forward in the fight,
My forehead ever bathed in sweat.
For thee I've been a savage foe,
Urging my Antis[FN#27] not to spare,
But kill and fill the land with fear,
And make the blood of conquered flow.
My name is as a dreaded rope,[FN#28]
I've made the hardy Yuncas[FN#29] yield,
By me the fate of Chancas[FN#30] sealed,
They are thy thralls without a hope.




[FN#26] In the original Quichua, Ollantay makes his appeal to the Inca
in quatrains of octosyllabic verses, the first line rhyming with the