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a depopulated and abandoned citadel. Nevertheless, once they have crossed the wall, the silence
               plunged under a deafening concert of atrocious screams and a rain of arrows began to fall over
               the  intruders.  Covering  Violante,  and  followed  by  the  infantry,  the  five  Lords  of  Tharsis
               charged with the cavalry over the mass of Indians that penetrated at heaps through the doors
               of the fortress; nevertheless, even if the sevillian blades caused great mortality amongst the
               aborigines, its quantity was so huge that soon they had to retreat towards the central houses.
               At the orders of Lito, the Lords of Tharsis dismounted and ran faster to find shelter.


                      In a  dewelling without  any defence, only  surrounded  by  a  rammed earth wall of two
               cubits high, were located Lito of Tharsis, Violante, Roque, the two friars, an Indian, and the five
               horses. Through a trapezoidal aperture they observed how a spooky number of indigenes had
               cornered them into a dead end trap. Screaming they called to the other Noyo, Guillermo, who
               finally responded from the next house, where he will search for protection with the rest of the
               troop. He was wounded in one leg, something that could be mortal due to the venom that the
               Indians put in the head of the arrows, and he warned that three soldiers had died, as the two
               Indian  servants,  and  the  two  horses.  Nobody  imagined  how  they  could  resolve  such  tight
               situation,  when  an  abrupt  silence  appeared  on  the  aborigen’s  side.  The  Lords  of  Tharsis
               narrowed the view and observed how the Indians moved aside with respect to give pass to a
               peronage dressed with woollens of bright colors and a hat with bonnet form with red and white
               feathers. He came seated over a sedan litter charged by eight men and carrying a stone axe in
               his right hand; a group of Indians, who were also distinguished by their clothings, and with
               evident authority over the warriors, were walking at both sides of the vehicle.


                      The curious caravan stopped at a prudent distance from the invaders and the occupant
               of  the  litter  set  foot  on  the  floor,  disposing  himself  to  deliberate  with  his  companions:
               undoubtedly they were discussing the manner to end as soon as possible with the Spaniards.

                      When  suddenly  thundered  the  scream  of  Lito  of  Tharsis  and  left  everyone  nailed  on
               their  site.  He  had  precipitated  out  in  an  instant,  without  helmet,  with  the  blond  head
               discovered and the Wise Sword, to which removed the ribbon to exhibit the Stone of Venus,
               lifted over his head, while he uttered with thunderous voice:

               –Apachicoj Atumuruna!
               –Apachicoj Atumuruna!
               –Purihuaca Voltan guanancha unanchan huañuy!
               –Pucará Tharsy!

               Surprised,  the  newcomers  remained  in  silence,  but  after  looking  each  other  screamed
               immediately:




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