HUANACOCHA THE PLOTTER.

About a fortnight after Escombe's destruction of the plesiosauri, it

pleased Huanacocha, the late chief of the Council of Seven, to entertain

a small but select party of his especial friends at a banquet, which he

gave in his house, situate on the borders of the lake, the grounds of

which adjoined those of the Virgins of the Sun, which, in turn, were

contiguous to those of the royal palace.

Huanacocha was probably the most wealthy man in the City of the Sun,

next to the Inca himself; for he had held the position of chief of the

Council of Seven for nearly a quarter of a century, and previous to the

appearance of Escombe upon the scene the portion of the national revenue

that would otherwise have gone into the coffers of the sovereign had

always been awarded to the Council of Seven; while, Huanacocha being not

only an astute but also an utterly unscrupulous man, of exceptionally

strong and overbearing character, the larger portion of this award had

regularly found its way, by various devious channels, into his own

private treasure chest. He was consequently well able to offer his

guests an entertainment of almost regal magnificence. It is not to be

wondered at, therefore, that when the Lord Huanacocha issued invitations

to a banquet--which was not very often--the full number of the invited

generally made a point of accepting, and being present at the function.

Upon the occasion in question the guests consisted of our old friends

Tiahuana, the Villac Vmu, and Motahuana, together with the Lords

Licuchima and Chalihuama, late of the Council of Seven, and the Lords

Chinchacocheta and Lehuava--six in all.

It is not necessary to describe the banquet in detail; let it suffice to

say that, for reasons of his own, the host had given special

instructions that neither trouble nor expense was to be spared to make

the function a complete success; and that therefore, so well had his

instructions been carried out, the entertainment as a whole fell not

very far short of that which had marked the occasion of Escombe's

accession to the throne of the Incas.

There is no need to record in detail the conversation that followed upon

the dismissal of the servants. It is sufficient to say that Huanacocha

had arranged this banquet with the express object of eliciting the views

of his guests upon a certain project that had been gradually taking

shape in his mind, which he believed was now ripe for execution. But,

to his astonishment and consternation, he now discovered that he had to

a very important extent entirely misapprehended the situation; and after

a long and somewhat heated discussion the meeting had broken up without

result, save that the guests had departed from his house in a mutually

distrustful and uneasy frame of mind.

When Huanacocha at length retired to rest that night not only did he

feel somewhat uneasy, but he was also distinctly angry with himself; for

although he had achieved the purpose with which the banquet had been

given--which was to elicit a frank expression of opinion from certain

individuals relative to the Inca and his schemes of reformation--he felt

that he had blundered badly. He had used neither tact nor discretion in

his manner of conducting the conversation; he had been reckless even to

the point of suggesting opposition to the decrees of the sovereign; and

when it was too late, when he had fatally committed himself, he had

seen, to his discomfiture, that two of his companions--and those two the

most powerful persons in the community, next to the Inca himself, namely

the Villac Vmu and his deputy, Motahuana--were distinctly out of

sympathy with him. True, the Villac Vmu had expressed himself as

puzzled, disturbed, anxious at the attitude of the Inca towards the

religious question; but it was perfectly clear that the frame of mind of

the High Priest was not nearly acute enough to induce him to regard with

favour, or even with patience, any suggestion at all savouring of

sedition. And he, Huanacocha, in his heat and impatience, had been

foolish enough to throw out such a suggestion. The question that now

disturbed him was: what would be Tiahuana's attitude toward him

henceforward in view of what he had said; nay more, what would be the

attitude of the High Priest toward his friends in view of what they had

said? Would the Villac Vmu and his deputy accept a suggestion which he

had thrown out, that this momentous and imprudent conversation should be

regarded as private and confidential, and treat it as such, or would

they consider it their duty to report the affair to the Inca? If they

did, then Huanacocha knew that he and his friends would have good cause

to regret their imprudence; for, despite all his cavilling, the late

Chief of the Council of Seven had already seen enough of Escombe's

methods to feel certain that the young monarch would stand no nonsense,

particularly of the seditious kind, and that, at the first hint of

anything of that sort, if the culprits did not lose their heads, they

would at least find themselves bestowed where their seditious views

could work no mischief.

As these reflections passed through the mind of Huanacocha, that

somewhat impulsive and overbearing individual grew increasingly uneasy,

and he now began to fear that he had been altogether too outspoken.

For, be it known, this man Huanacocha had conceived nothing less than

the audacious idea of overthrowing the Inca, and securing his own

election in his stead. In his capacity of Chief of the Council of Seven

he had for a long term of years enjoyed a measure of power scarcely less

than that invested in the Inca himself; for, being by nature of an

unusually arrogant and domineering disposition, while the other members

of the Council had been exceedingly pliant and easy-going, he had never

experienced any difficulty in browbeating them into tolerably quick

compliance with his wishes, however extravagant they might happen to

have been. As for the people, they had rendered the same implicit,

unquestioning obedience to the Council that they would have rendered to

the Inca, had there been one on the throne. Having enjoyed this power,

together with all the privileges and emoluments attaching thereto, for

so long a time, Huanacocha had found it particularly hard and unpleasant

to be called upon to resign them all, practically at a moment's notice,

when young Escombe made his appearance upon the scene. Possibly, had

Harry chanced to conform to this man's preconceived opinion of what the

Inca would be like whenever it should please him to revisit the earth,

he might have accepted the situation with a reasonably good grace; but

to be ousted by "a mere boy"--for as such he always thought of the young

Inca--was altogether too much to be submitted to tamely.

At the first his mental revolt had been vague, indefinite, and formless;

perhaps he had thought that in course of time it would pass away and he

would grow reconciled to the new order of things, particularly if the

young Inca should show himself properly willing to submit to the guiding

hand of the Council of Seven, as represented by its late chief. But

Escombe lost no time in making it perfectly clear to everybody that he

had his own ideas upon the subject of government, and meant to act upon

them. Upon more than one occasion--upon several, in fact--the young

Inca had turned a deaf ear to the counsels of Huanacocha, and had

carried out his own ideas because he had honestly believed them to be

better and more advantageous to the community. He had put his foot down

heavily upon many abuses of power on the part of certain of the highest

nobles, and in this way Huanacocha had suffered perhaps more severely

than anyone else. For this reason his condition of mental revolt,

instead of passing away, gathered new force and gradually began to

assume a definite form which ultimately resolved itself into the

determination to cause Harry's "removal" by some means--he did not

particularly care what they were--and procure his own election to the

vacant throne, if that might be; or, if not that, at least the re-

instatement of the Council of Seven, with himself, of course, as its

chief.

With this object in view he had commenced operations by proceeding to

manufacture sedulously a number of imaginary grievances from which he

asserted that the people were suffering, and these he industriously

spread abroad among his own friends, hoping that in course of time they

would filter through to the people themselves, and be eagerly adopted by

them; which delectable plan certainly met with some measure of success.

But as he lay tossing sleeplessly upon his bed he realised that he had

that evening been both foolish and precipitate: he had seriously

mistaken the nature of the views held by the two priests, and had

betrayed himself and his friends in their presence. How would the

Villac Vmu and his deputy act, or would they act at all, was the

question which he now repeatedly asked himself? Could he by any means

ascertain their intentions? He must, by fair means or foul: it would

never do for him to remain in ignorance upon such a vital point after

the reckless manner in which he and his friends had spoken. Ay, and

more than that, he must make quite sure that they maintained silence

upon the subject of that most imprudent conversation, otherwise--!

He flung himself over restlessly upon his bed: the longer he thought

upon the matter the more glaring did his folly appear. He must guard

himself and his friends from the consequences of that folly at all

costs. But how? Who was there to advise him? Suddenly he bethought

himself of Xaxaguana, the priest who ranked next below Motahuana. Of

course, he was the very man of all others; for, first of all, he was

Huanacocha's very particular friend, and a man, moreover, who was deeply

indebted to him for many past favours of a somewhat exceptional kind;

also he was young, comparatively speaking, very ambitious, and not over

scrupulous. Yes, Xaxaguana was undoubtedly the man for his purpose, and

Huanacocha told himself, with a smile of relief, that he had been a fool

for not thinking of the priest before.

But although Huanacocha believed that he saw in Xaxaguana the "friend in

need" for whom he had been so anxiously casting about, he was still much

too uneasy to sleep, and he was up and about with the appearance of the

first faint suggestion of dawn, too anxious to remain inactive any

longer, yet fully conscious of the fact that the hour was altogether too

early for him to seek his friend without running a very grave risk of

attracting unwelcome attention by so unusual a proceeding. He therefore

decided to take a long walk, and think the whole affair over again while

his brain and his pulses were being steadied by the cool, fresh air of

the morning.

Was it fate or was it mere chance that caused him to select a route

which led him past that part of the temple which constituted the

quarters of the priests? Huanacocha told himself that it was his lucky

star that was in the ascendant; for as he was passing the building the

door gently opened and the very man that he was so anxious to see

stepped into the roadway and quietly closed the door behind him. Then

he looked round and beheld Huanacocha, and a little ejaculation of

astonishment escaped him.

"This is a fortunate meeting indeed," he exclaimed as he stepped forward

to greet his friend; "most fortunate; for perhaps you will be astonished

to hear that I am thus early astir with the express object of seeking

you."

"Ah!" thought Huanacocha; "unless I am greatly mistaken that means that

I must prepare for the worst." But, having by this time shaken off his

panic to a considerable extent, and once more pulled himself together,

he decided to allow his friend to speak first, as by so doing he would

probably be better able to judge what he should himself say. He

therefore responded to Xaxaguana's greeting by remarking:

"Then it is lucky that I chose this direction for my morning ramble,

otherwise we should have missed each other. You look somewhat

astonished at seeing me astir so early; but the fact is, my friend, that

I was sleepless; I have therefore left my bed early, to take a walk in

the early morning air. But I understood you to say that you wished to

see me. Which way shall we go?"

"Let us go up the road toward the hills," answered Xaxaguana. "There

will be the less chance of our being seen; and it may be well for me to

mention, at the outset, that there may be several good reasons why you

and I should not be seen together at this juncture, my Lord Huanacocha."

"Ah! and wherefore so, my good friend?" demanded Huanacocha.

"Because," answered Xaxaguana, "last night you betrayed yourself into

the committal of a serious imprudence, namely that of presuming to

criticise unfavourably certain acts of our Lord the Inca, which, as you

are surely aware, is a crime punishable with death. Do you ask how I

happen to know this? I will tell you. It chanced that I was kept late

from my bed last night by certain business connected with the

approaching Feast of Raymi, and I was therefore astir when the Villac

Vmu and Motahuana returned from your banquet. You may possibly be aware

that it is a rule among us that nothing which transpires within the

precincts of the temple is ever to be referred to, or even so much as

hinted at, outside the temple walls. It is therefore our habit, when

within those walls, to speak before each other with the most perfect

freedom; and, friend Huanacocha, I am breaking one of our most stringent

vows in telling you even this much. I hope, therefore, that should the

time ever arrive when you can do me a service, you will remember this

fact, and allow it to weigh in my favour."

"Rest assured that I will do so, my good friend," answered Huanacocha;

"although methinks that there are one or two services rendered to you

for which I have as yet received no adequate return. But let that pass;

I am interrupting you; pray proceed with your story."

"I will," returned Xaxaguana. "As I have already mentioned, I was astir

when Tiahuana and Motahuana returned from your house last night. They

entered the common room, in which I was at work--possibly because it was

the only room in which any lights were burning--and, flinging themselves

upon a couch quite near to me, began to talk. It was easy to see that

they were much agitated and excited; but, being busy, I paid little heed

to their conversation at the outset, and only pricked up my ears when I

heard your name mentioned. Then I confess that I listened, and soon

heard sufficient to convince me that you, Huanacocha, and your friends

Lehuava, Chinchacocheta, Licuchima, and Chilihuama were, last night,

guilty of such imprudence as may well cost you all your lives, unless

you have the wit and readiness of action to prevent it!"

"But," ejaculated Huanacocha, all his former alarms returning to him

with tenfold force, "how mean you, friend? Surely, neither the Villac

Vmu nor Motahuana will dream of reporting what was said within the

privacy of my house, will they?"

"What was said in the privacy of your house, last night, amounted to

blasphemy," remarked Xaxaguana dryly; "and it is the bounden duty of

every loyal subject of the Inca to report blasphemy, wherever it may be

spoken. From what was said last night I gathered the impression that

neither of the persons mentioned are likely to shrink from the

performance of their duty, however unpleasant it may be; so for this

reason I set out to warn you this morning. And it was for reasons

connected with this that I ventured to indicate the exceeding

undesirability of our being seen together just now."

"But--but--" stammered Huanacocha, completely thrown off his balance by

what he had just learned--"if I understand you aright, my good

Xaxaguana, all this means that the lives of my friends and myself have

been put into the utmost jeopardy by my crass folly of last night, I

knew--yes, I knew, when it was too late, that I had been a fool," he

concluded bitterly.

"To be absolutely candid with you, friend Huanacocha, I think you were,"

rejoined Xaxaguana somewhat cynically. "Why did you do it?"

Huanacocha stopped short in the middle of the road and looked his friend

square in the eye.

"Xaxaguana," said he, "when I was Chief of the Council of Seven it was

in my power to do you several good turns--and I did them. Under certain

conceivable circumstances it might be in my power to do you several

others; and if you can indicate to me a way by which I can extricate

myself from my present peril, rest assured that I will not prove

ungrateful. I believe you are my friend; and I believe also that you

are astute enough to recognise that I can serve you better living than

dead. I will therefore be perfectly frank with you and will tell you

all that has been in my mind of late. But see, there is the sun, and

the good folk of the town will soon be astir, and we may be seen

together; let us go over yonder and sit in the shadow of that pile of

rocks; we can talk freely there without risk of being seen, or

interrupted."

Without another word Xaxaguana turned and led the way across the upland

meadow to a somewhat remarkable pile of rocks that cropped out of the

soil about a hundred yards from the road, and, passing round to the

shady side, which was also the side hidden from the road, seated himself

on a bed of soft moss, signing to his companion to do the same. For

nearly an hour the pair conversed most earnestly together; then

Xaxaguana rose to his feet and, reconnoitring the road carefully to see

that there was no likelihood of his being observed, stepped forth from

his place of concealment. Then he hurried across the intervening

stretch of grass, and on reaching the road, once more glanced keenly

about him, and briskly turned his steps homeward. Half an hour later

Huanacocha did pretty much the same thing; and it was noticeable--or

would have been, had there been anyone there to see--that his

countenance had lost much of the expression of anxiety that it had worn

when he set out for his walk early that morning. He had scarcely bathed

and finished his morning meal after his unwonted exertions when his

favourite servant rushed into his presence and in agitated accents

informed him that one of the underlings of the temple, on his passage

into the town, had given forth the startling intelligence that the

Villac Vmu and Motahuana, both of whom had been his lord's honoured

guests at the banquet of the previous night, had just been found dead

upon their beds!

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