RUMI-ÑAUI.
A thousand times I thee salute,
Ollantay, great and puissant king!
Have pity on a fugitive
Who seeks a refuge here with thee.
OLLANTAY.
Who art thou, man? Approach nearer.
Who has thus ill-treated thee?
Were such deep and fearful wounds
Caused by a fall, or what mishap?
RUMI-ÑAUI.
Thou knowest me, O mighty chief.
I am that stone that fell down once,
But now I fall before thy feet;
O Inca! mercy! Raise me up!
(Kneels.)
OLLANTAY.
Art thou the noble Rumi-ñaui,
Great Chief and Lord of Hanan-suyu?
RUMI-ÑAUI.
Yes, I was that well-known Chief—
A bleeding fugitive to-day.
Ollantay. Rise, comrade mine. Let us embrace.
(Rises.)
Who has dared to treat thee thus,
And who has brought thee here to me
Within my fortress, on my hearth?
(To attendants.)
Bring new clothes for my oldest friend.