At the inn they found only one vacant room, in which they all gathered. Dick was the first to utter the thought which was worrying them all.
“Suppose it was true!”
“Yes, suppose it was true!” repeated Maria-Teresa,
“What? Suppose what was true?” demanded the Marquis, refusing to understand.
“The Virgin of the Sun!”
They were all silent for a moment, bent under the weight of one amazing, absurd, monstrous thought. And they exchanged anxious, frightened looks, like children who are being told some terrifying fairy-tale. Dick broke the spell:
“You heard what Huascar said. ‘Who touches the Virgin of the Sun is a dead man!’ Those were his own words!”
“Just a manner of speech,” hesitated Uncle Francis. “It cannot be anything else.”
“Anything else? What do you mean?” demanded the Marquis violently.
“Well, it could not be... the other thing. If Maria-Teresa was... was the Virgin of the Sun, they would not have let her pass out.”