It is far to Riolama, and I had no weapons; but I feared nothing.

I said: 'If I must fight I must fight, and if I must be killed I must be killed.' But when I got to Riolama I found no gold.

There was only a yellow stone which the old man had mistaken for gold.

It was yellow, like gold, but it would buy nothing.

Therefore I came back to Parahuari again, to my friend; and if he is angry with me still because I went away without informing him, let him say: 'Go and seek elsewhere for a new friend, for I am your friend no longer.'" I concluded thus boldly because I did not wish him to know that I had suspected him of harbouring any sinister designs, or that I looked on our quarrel as a very serious one.