have believed that five hundred years had brought no change in the plains of the Cuzco.
Dick, finally free to move on, was despairing of ever getting nearer to Maria-Teresa when he met Orellana again.
"What are you looking for?" asked the old man. "A place to see from? Then come with me, and I'll show you my daughter. I know Cuzco better than the Incas themselves. Come with me."
Once again Dick allowed the madman to be his guide. They reentered the city by way of the Huatanay ravine, spanned to this day by the Conquistadors' bridges, and entered a maze of side-streets free from the crowd. Skirting the prodigious Hatun Rumioc, or wall-which-is-of-one-rock, they passed Calcaurpata, which tradition makes the palace of Manco Capac himself, first King of the Incas and founder of Cuzco; then they turned toward the Plaza Principale, called Huàcaypata by the Quichuas of to-day as by the Incas of yore. To reach it, Orellana took Dick through the ruined palace of the Virgins of the Sun, detailing, as he went, the uses and names of the various rooms. The young man's impatient interruptions left him quite unmoved.
"We have plenty of time. You shall see my daughter from so near that you could speak to her. Stop a minute, and listen to the quenias.
