'Gladly,' said Castino in Spanish, catching the sword and marching quickly over to the altar stone.
'Cut their hands off first,' said Hernando judiciously. 'I would like to hear them scream before they die.'
Our two executioners nodded as two more conquistadors pulled Renco and myself into position—yanking on our bonds so that our arms were stretched out across the wide altar. Our wrists were now totally exposed, our hands ready to be excised from our bodies.
“Alberto,' said Renco softly.
'Yes.'
'My friend, before we die, I would like you to know that it has been an honour and a joy to have known you. What you have done for my people will be remembered for generations. For that I thank you.'
'My brave friend,' I replied, 'if the circumstances were to repeat themselves, I would do it all again. May God look after you in heaven.'
'And you too,' said Renco. 'And you too.'
'Gentlemen,' said Hernando to our executioners.
'Remove their hands.'
The sergeant and the Chanca raised their glistening swords at the same time, raised them high above their heads.
'Wait!' someone called suddenly.
At that moment, one of the other conquistadors hurried over to the altar. He appeared older than his fellow soldiers-more grizzled—a wily old fox of a man. He ran directly over to Renco.
He had spied the emerald pendant looped around my companion's neck.
The old conquistador quickly lifted the leather necklace over Renco's head, smiling greedily at him as he did so.
'Thank you, savage,' he sneered as he placed the emerald pendant around his own neck and scurried back to his posi tion over by the temple's portal.
Our two executioners looked over to Hernando for the signal.
But strangely, Hernando wasn't watching them anymore.
In fact, he wasn't even looking at Renco or myself either.
He was just staring off to our right—at the temple—his mouth agape.
I spun to see what it was he was looking at.
'Oh, my Lord…' I breathed.
One of the rapas was standing in the half-opened mouth of the portal, peering curiously at the assembled mass of humanity before it
It loomed large in the doorway—its powerful forelimbs splayed wide, its shoulders bunched with muscle—but its appearance at that moment was oddly comical, chiefly because it was holding something in its mouth.
It was the idol.
The real idol.
The great black cat—previously so terrifying and vicious—now looked like a humble retriever bringing a stick back to its owner. Indeed, the rapa just held the idol dumbly in its mouth, as if it were looking for someone who might wet it again and thus make it sing.
Hernando just gazed at the cat—-or rather, at the idol that it held between its mighty jaws. And then, all of a sudden, his eyes swept from the rapa and the idol in its mouth to the idol that he held in his own hands, and from it to Renco and myself, a wash of understanding spreading across his face.
He knew.
He knew that he had been deceived.
The big Spaniard's face went red with fury as he glared at Renco and me.
'Kill them!” he roared to our executioners. 'Kill them now!'
It was at that exact moment that a myriad of things happened at once.
Our executioners raised their swords again—re-aimed at our necks now—and had just begun to bring their blades down in two great swinging arcs when abruptly a sharp whistling sound cut through the air above my head.
Not a moment later, with a powerful thud, an arrow lodged itself in the nose of my executioner, sending a garish fountain of blood exploding from his face and hurling him clear off his feet.
For its part, the rapa in the portal—after seeing the crowd of people standing in the clearing before it and sensing another tasty human meal—immediately dropped the idol from its mouth and leapt ferociously at the nearest Spaniard, not a moment before the eleven other rapas rushed out from within the temple one after the other after the other—and commenced their own attack on the crowd of conquistadors.
Castino had seen the other executioner drop to the ground beside him, struck by the arrow, and had momentarily halted his lunge at Renco's neck, a look of stunned incomprehension on his face.
I knew what he was thinking.
Who had fired the arrow? And from where?
