She felt the muscles of my arms, thumped my chest, took note of the width of my back, punched my ribs, and finally pulled a few hairs out of my beard.

Then, smiling approval, she retired to her chinchura.
"You may put on your clothes; the inspection is over," said Gondocori.

"I am glad it has passed off so well.

I was rather afraid, though, when she began to pinch you." "Afraid of what ?" "Well, the queen is rather curious about skin and color and that, and does curious things sometimes.

She once had a strip of skin cut out of a mestiza maiden's back, to see whether it was the same color on both sides.
But she seems to have taken quite a liking for you; says you are the prettiest man she ever saw; and if you cure her of her illness I have no doubt she will give you a condor's skull helmet and make you a cacique." "I am greatly obliged to her Majesty, I am sure, and very thankful she did not take a fancy to cut a piece out of my back.