‘Why, the Sapa Inca is the king, descended from God. He is our ruler. In his blood run the tears of the sun.’
Why had Teya never heard of this group of people, who lived in the mountains and who had never come across modern life? It seemed they had a king they called the Inca, just like the old people of Machu Picchu. Had they somehow escaped the reach of modern civilization? Were they just a small pocket of the old life, frozen in time among the mountains? And had Teya been the first to discover them? She suddenly wished she had her mobile so she could take some photos.
With a shock she realised for the first time that she didn’t have her daypack any more. Where was it? Had she dropped it somewhere while she was wandering about with concussion? Damn it. She had no money, no way to buy f
