The Crimson Conquest; A Romance of Pizarro and Peru (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ...parting which had grown more and more unwelcome. The day of the arrival of the evil tidings Rava and Maytalca spent in retirement, and Cristoval was condemned to solitary wandering. His rambling did not take him far from the hemicycle, and he returned thither frequently, lingering with many a glance up the avenue then strolled again, or lounged where he could view a certain favored seat. He often turned at fancied footfalls; z distant flutter of the garments of some maid of the Palla's household was strangely suggestive of Rava; and more than once he was deceived by a glint of bright sunlight or the foliage. Curiously, the garden seemed haunted by din-phantasms of that familiar, graceful form, and after the hundredth illusion he took himself to task: " What, Cristoval Art a boy, to go mooning along these paths starting at thine own conjurings? What aileth thee? Once thou wast good companion for thyself. Now thou goest about peering and stretching thy neck into the bushes like an unmated cock-pheasant. Come Go saddle up and ride. Thou "rt in sore need of exercise, ca/naracfa." He started back with resolution. As he approached " But I know more of such than of the other, though once--" He paused, then added with more of suppressed emphasis and resolution than seemed to be required, " I will sing thee one now, Nusta Rava " He was familiar with the guitar, and the tinya was therefore not so strange that he could not, without difficulty, find the chords. He had, moreover, taken it up when Rava was not by, and so made its acquaintance; so that after retuning he picked out a fair accompaniment and began. His song was one of those sweet Spanish airs which breathe passion in every line, and he sang with true feeling, with the richness of voice native...