HUACMAN AND MARCELO had been temporarily petrified by the formidable outbreak that had moved the ground beneath their feet, had deafened and disoriented them for a moment.
“Earthquake “whispered Huacman, who then locked in himself by slightly moving his lips, in what apparently was a prayer or mantra of some forgotten Indian ritual.
“Do you think that it will follow a stronger replica?” asked with apprehension the inhabitant of the pampas, little accustomed to seismic events. Huacman shrugged his shoulders “ All we can do is sit and wait?”asked again Marcelo.
“Do not know “ realistically answered the indigenous.
The journey, in a general easterly direction, moving away them from the higher hills led them deep into an intermediate region between the mountain and the jungle. It is in t
