“‘Nay, tell him that the hour is come for “Night” and “Day” to be joined together, that a new sun may shine in a new sky.’
“‘I can tell him this, but will he believe it, seeing that I have no proof? Will he not rather think that some cunning stranger and false brother lays a plot to trap him? Give me proofs, lord, or I do not start upon this errand.’
“‘Will he believe that which you have seen with your eyes?’
“‘He will believe it, for he has trusted me from childhood.’
“‘Then look!’ said the man, and, opening his robe at the neck, he kneeled down in the light of the fire.
“There, lord, upon his breast hung that which has been hidden from our sight since the sons of Quetzal, the god, ruled in the land, the counterpart of the severed symbol which is upon your breast. That is all my story, lord.”
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Now I, Ignatio, listened amazed, for the thing was marvellous.
“Did the man send me no further message?” I asked.
“None. He said that if you were a true keeper of the mystery you would come to learn his mission from himself, or bring him to you.”