'O Sun, release me from this place!'
And this amidst such sighs and groans!
I searched about, but nothing found—
The grass was rustling in the wind.
I joined my tears to that sad sound,
My heart was torn with trembling fear.
When now the recollection comes,
I'm filled with sorrow and with dread.
You know now why I hate this place.
Speak no more, my dearest friend,
Of reasons for remaining here.
Pitu Salla. At least go in. The Mother may appear.
Yma Sumac. But pleasant is the light of day.
[Exit, R.
- (Enter Mama Ccacca, L., in grey with black edges and belt.)
Mama Ccacca. Pitu Salla, hast thou spoken
All I told thee to that child?
Pitu Salla. I have said all to her.
Mama Ccacca. And she, does she answer freely?
Pitu Salla. She has wept and asked for pity,
Refusing to comply at all.
She will not take the virgin's oath.
Mama Ccacca. And this in spite of thy advice?
Pitu Salla. I showed her the dress she will wear,
Telling her misfortune would befall
If she refused to be a chosen one—
That she would ever be an outcast,
And for us a child accursed.
Mama Ccacca. What can she imagine,
Wretched child of an unknown father,
A maid without a mother,
Just a fluttering butterfly?
Tell her plainly, very plainly,
