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〃Where would we go？〃
In that question was the whole matter。 To escape with Desiree was possible…but then what？ We knew by experience what it meant to wander hopelessly about in the darkness of those desolate caverns； without food； and depending on Providence for water。
Neither of us cared to repeat that trial； especially with the added difficulty of a woman to care for。 But what to do？
We decided to wait for the future； and in the mean time lay in a supply of provisions； and； if possible； devise some sort of weapons。
It is worth remarking here that the Incas； so far as we had seen； used no weapons whatever。 This was most probably the result of their total isolation and consequent freedom from foreign hostility。
In the matter of food we were soon to receive an agreeable surprise。 It was about an hour after Desiree had left us that the royal steward…I give him the title on my own responsibility…arrived； with pots and pans on a huge tray。
In the first place； the pots and pans were of solid gold。
Harry stared in amazement as they were placed in brilliant array on one of the stone tables； and when we essayed to lift the empty tray from another table on which it had been placed we understood why the steward had found it necessary to bring four assistants along as cup…bearers。
There was a king's ransom on that table； in sober truth； for there could be no doubt but that this was part of the gold which had been carried from Huanuco when it had been demanded by Pizarro as payment for the life of Atahualpa。
But better even than the service was that which it contained。
It may not have been such as would enhance the reputation of a French chef； but to us then it seemed that the culinary art could go no farther。
There was a large platter； Harry lifted its cover in an ecstasy of hope； but the next instant his face fell ludicrously。
〃Our old friend； Mr。 Dried Fish；〃 he announced sadly； and gave it up。
Then I tried my luck； and with better success。
First I uncovered a dish of stew； steaming hot！ To be sure； it was fish； but it was hot。 Then a curious； brittle kind of bread； I call it that； though on trial it appeared to be made from the roe of some kind of fish。 Also there was some excellent fish…soup； also hot； and quite delicious。
Four hundred years of development had taught the royal chefs to prepare fish in so many different ways that we almost failed to recognize them as of the same family。
〃Couldn't be better；〃 said Harry； helping himself liberally to the stew。 〃We can eat this； and cache the dried stuff。 We'll have enough for an army in a week。〃
〃As for me； I saw before me the raw material for our weapons。
When we had emptied the golden platter that held our 〃bread；〃 I secreted it under the cover of the granite couch。 When the serving…men called to remove the dishes they apparently did not notice its absence。 So far； success。
Some hours later Desiree paid us a second call。 She appeared to be in the gayest of spirits； and I eyed her curiously from a seat in the corner as she and Harry sat side by side； chatting for all the world as though they had been in her own Paris drawing…room。
Was it possible that she was really satisfied； as she had said？ What imaginable food could these black dwarfs find to appease her tremendous vanity？ Or was she merely living the motto of the French philosopher？
Harry was demanding that he be allowed to visit her apartment； this she refused； saying that if he were found there by the king nothing could avert a catastrophe。 Harry's brow grew black； I could see his effort to choke back his anger。 Then Desiree led him away from the topic； and soon they were both again laughing merrily。
Some forty…eight hours passed； in that perpetual blackness there was no such thing as day。 We saw no one save Desiree and the serving men。 Once a messenger appeared carrying a bundle of quipos； I was able to decipher their meaning sufficiently to understand that we were invited to some religious ceremony in the great cavern。 But I thought it injudicious to allow a meeting between Harry and the king； and returned a polite refusal。
It may be of interest to some to know the method； which was extremely simple； as in ordinary munications the quipos are easy to read。 I removed two knots from the white cord…the sign of affirmative…and placed two additional ones on the black cord…the sign of negative。 Then on the yellow cord…the sign of the Child of the Sun and submission to him…I tied two more knots to show that our refusal meant no lack of respect to their deity。
Which； by the way； was not a little curious。
Here were the descendants of the subjects of Manco…Capac； himself a son of the orb of day； still holding to their worship of the sun； though they had not seen its light for four centuries。
Deserted by their god； they did not abandon him； an example from which the followers of another and more 〃civilized〃 religion might learn something of the potency of faith。
But to the story。
As I say； I was anxious to avoid a meeting between Harry and the king； and subsequent events proved my wisdom。 Harry was acting in a manner quite amazing； it was impossible for me to mention the king even in jest without him flying into a violent temper。
As I look back now I am not surprised； for our harrowing experiences and the hopelessness of our situation and the wilfulness of Desiree were enough； Heaven knows； to jerk his nerves； but at the time I regarded his actions as those of a thoughtless fool； and told him so； thinking to divert his anger to myself。 He took no notice of me。
We were left entirely to ourselves。 At regular intervals our food was brought to us； and within a week we had accumulated a large supply of the dried fish against necessity； besides my collection of six golden platters； of which more later。
Once in about twenty…four hours two Incas； who appeared to be our personal attendants…for we were actually able to recognize them after half a dozen visits…arrived to perform the offices of chambermaid and valet。 The floor of the apartment was scrubbed； the urns refilled with oil； and the skin cover of the granite couch was changed。 It seemed that another belief…in cleanliness…had refused to be dislodged from the Inca breast。
When I managed； by dint of violent and expressive gestures； to convey to our valet the idea that we desired a bath； he led us down the corridor some two hundred feet to a stream of cool running water。 We took advantage of the opportunity to scrub our clothing； which was sadly in need of the operation。
I had early made an examination of the urns which furnished our light。 They were of gold and perfect in form； which convinced me that they had been brought by the fugitives from Huanuco； as； indeed； the quipos also； and several other articles we found； including our golden table service。
The urns were filled with an oil which I was unable to recognize。 There was no wick； but round the rim or lip of each was set a broad ring carved of stone； which made the opening at the top only about two inches in diameter。 Through this the flame arose to a height of about two feet。
Of smoke there was none； or very little； a circumstance which was inexplicable； as there seemed to be no possibility of the generation of gas within so small space。 But the oil itself was strange to me； and its properties may be charged to nature。
As I say； I had collected six of the golden platters； one at a time。 Together they weighed about twenty pounds…for they were small and rather thin…which was near the amount required for my purpose。 I explained the thing to Harry； and we set to work。
We first procured a vessel of granite from the attendant on some pretext or other…this for melting the gold。 Then we pried a slab of limestone from a corner of one of the seats； luckily for us it was very soft； having been selected by the Incas for the purpose of inserting in its face the crystal prisms。 Then we procured a dozen or more of the prisms themselves； and； using them as chisels； and small blocks of granite as hammers； set to work at the block of limestone。
It was slow work； but we finally succeeded in hollowing out a groove in its surface about eighteen inches long and two inches deep。 That was our mold。
Then to melt the golden platters。 We took four of the urns； placing them in a group on the floor； and just at the tip of the flames placed the granite vessel； supported by four blocks of stone which we pried loose from one of the seats。 In the vessel we placed the golden platters。
But we found； after several hours； that we did not have sufficient heat…or rather that the vessel was too thick to transmit it。 And again we set to work with our improvised chisels and hammers； to shave off its sides and bottom。 That was more difficult and required many hours for pletion。
Finally； with the profane portion of our vocabularies pletely exhausted and rendered meaningless by repetition； and with bruised and bleeding hands； we again arranged our furnace and sat down to wait。 We had waited until the dishes from our dinner had been removed； and we were fairly certain to be alone for several hours。
Finally the gold was melted； stubbornly but surely。 We took the thick