Alonzo. (Extremely embarrassed and affected) He shall be my brother.
Telasco. (To Ataliba) To your goodness am I indebted that the last moments of my life are made thus happy. Accept my grateful thanks!
(A solemn march is heard playing at a distance)
Ataliba. Now, my children, let us repair to the temple!—Come, Telasco, go on my right hand, and should you find the walk fatiguing, let me be your support!—Ah, how often have you supported me!
Telasco. Blessings on you worthy, Inca!
(As they are preparing to go, the music, which had continued gradually to advance nearer, suddenly stops)
Ataliba. (Starting) What means this?
Chamberlain. (Rushing in trembling, and almost breathless) Sire, the High-Priestess of the Sun approaches, with a long train of priestesses all clad in mourning, and uttering dreadful lamentations. Their cries pierce the very soul; while the people gather round them trembling, and observing them with silent awe and terror. (The whole assembly appear in the utmost confusion; the king alone preserves his composure)
Ataliba. Conduct them hither.
Alonzo. (Aside to Juan) Oh God, Velasquez, what can this portend!