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Be sure, Bram, miserable wretch that you are.

If you do not help me this time to find the Scarabaeus I need to complete the

periaptic circle of total power, your punishment will be terrible.

I am your slave, Obello.

You must once more seek out this ridiculous fool, this Laszlo, who

wears the bracelet that alone can lead me to the Scarabaeus.

in Delta time.

What in the name of small beers and great gods do you think you'll be doing?

Laszlo. Laszlo?

Laszlo? Wait, yes.

I am he.

Yet I am also Hugh Llewellyn of Flinetley, man of the cloth and much

the Almighty, which is just as well considered in our whereabouts.

And where are our whereabouts? To tell you the truth, I don't rightly know.

Somewhere in the middle of Peru, I'm thinking.

Seven years I've been wandering these heathen paths.

They've been lost for most of that time. Hasbo, we're in a desperate situation.

What? Look at your right hand.

Heaven help us. The Spanish plague.

Worse. Far worse.

Unless we get out of this time track by finding the scarabeus, we're doomed.

For God, the scarabeus that fits on the bracelet.

Well, I'm pretty certain it's hidden somewhere in the Inca's gourd.

If only we can find it.

much gold here.

Literally mountains of gold.

The Incas have wisely hidden it from the Spaniard.

But I mean to locate it for myself and return to Llanelli a rich man.

A servant of God in search of wealth, Llewellyn. Dirt or gold, the good Lord

made them both and he gave man a free will, John Bach.

Phil. Phil Bach. So why have the one when t 'other makes you rich, that's

say. Well?

Well, now just look at you. I mean, look at your shoddy clothes.

A chute of fine gold might be a more... Profitable investment, don't you think?

Oh, no, Lazlo. Not this time. You know your magic is always going wrong. Uh

-huh.

Scarabium smotheramus magnificat!

Oh, dear.

Wrong again, eh?

Ethnic rags instead of gold.

That's not bad, though.

Ah, but it's not good, you see. No.

Another magical mistake. Look, now, you'd better look after this for me.

Well, for one thing, it won't look so out of place on you, and for another...

You may have more success in finding the scallop here.

Ah, so the Spaniards approach.

See to them, Bram.

Don Felipe, Don Rodriguez, you are welcome.

Princess Lakiki, your flattery tires us.

We have waited in this place for almost three weeks on your promise of treasure.

The gold of Machu Picchu will be yours by morning.

It is the time of the sun, and the great sacrifice will take place at dawn. At

last.

Pizarro awaits us in the south and grows impatient.

You will return to him laden with riches.

Of this I assure you. And you're interested in this matter, princess?

I simply need to find one small article from amongst the treasure.

But for this, I shall need the protection of your soldiers during the

It is agreed upon.

The ceremony of the sun. Please explain its importance.

For one day a year, and for one day only, the sun shines directly into the

temple of Machu Picchu.

And upon that day, we make a sacrifice to our great god of the sun.

And...

The great treasure is brought forth from its secret hiding place.

Such wealth as you have never seen.

It is laid out upon the blood -stained altar so that the sun may bless it with

its brilliant rays and make it glitter for another year.

Gold kissed by gold.

And that moment shall be when we take it. That moment shall be when you take

We should go immediately to the temple and make our plans for the ceremony.

Most certainly, good lord.

Bram will show you the way.

Oh,

dark sun.

Dark sun about to open.

Forgive me for looking upon your face.

We are close.

Stand up, young girl. Come up on your feet.

It is forbidden to look upon the face of a prince.

I'm no prince.

Oh, indeed you are, Rota Aqua.

Yes, indeed you are. So come, bid the young maiden stand up in front of your

royal personage.

Rise, and tell me your name. Your name, young girl. Come, come. What is your

name? I am Chiquita, child of Matacarpi, a maiden of the Daughters of the Sun.

And you recognize your prince?

Yes, although I've never seen him before. Then how can you be sure?

Atahualpa had two sons. The eldest was slain with him, but the Dark Sun

He still visits his people in secret.

Besides, this prince wears the royal bracelet of the only Inca.

This? The great clasp of that place has always been kept here. It's part of the

treasure of Machu Picchu.

Can you lead us to it?

Lest, no.

Your prince demands it.

I'm not permitted to know where the treasure is concealed.

It is only brought forth for the great ceremony.

And when is that?

Tomorrow at dawn.

So, Sir Richard, we meet once more.

Oh, dear.

Fancy meeting you again.

Behind you, my Iberian mateys.

my friend.

They know you. So it seems. They don't seem to like you. Why?

Something to do with some gunpowder they saw the last year.

Move!

Move!

Move!

Move! Move!

Till you damned heretic!

Not so much blasphemy, sir.

Sorcery cannot save you.

Oh, there's Clifford. There's... Oh, yes.

It's fine.

Mine. No, I'll show them. I'll show them all.

Later, sir, please. Later.

Don't leave the girl.

Very well.

Who were your friends?

I wouldn't exactly call them friends. On account of the gunpowder. I wouldn't

exactly call it gunpowder. Like seven barrels of earth with gunpowder on the

top.

Made a 21 -gun salute seem like a belch?

You and your cheap tricks.

Perhaps you can think of another one to get us down from here. Of course, no

problem. Leave it to me. We'll just fly down.

Now concentrate with me.

Oh, dear. Wrong again.

Great. I think I'll climb down. It's bound to be quicker.

What kept you?

Laszlo, it's gone.

The bracelet.

What is this?

We found intruders in the temple.

One of them was a swindling knave in the guise of a priest.

And this?

Ah.

Well, child, who were those intruders?

Speak, or I shall have to punish you. You have not the right.

Right?

I have not the right.

You are a false priestess. My father is a true priest of the temple of the eye

of the sun. What have you done with him?

He is alive.

Where is he? In my keeping, as you and the other daughters of the sun are.

You have betrayed us to the Spanish.

Silence!

Those intruders.

One of them was a dark sun.

The dark sun, and we left him there alive.

I thought he was slain.

Where did you leave him? In the temple.

If the dark sun is alive, he is vital to our ceremony. We must go to him

immediately. He cannot escape.

The doors are bolted.

Come, my friend.

Hold a prisoner till I return.

Magic! Magic! I can do it! Magic, see?

Creature of Bellows must have found the bracelet.

He'll take it straight away to her. Now, why did we ever come here? To find the

scarabaeus. And time's running out. Look!

Now, get yourself together, Laszlo. Use your magic and get us out of here before

Bellow finds us. All right, all right. Just leave it to me.

We must be gone.

Look into my eyes.

See only my...

Kevin swear out.

What?

What is that?

I don't know.

But I wish I'd brought a bag of buns to me. Look at the size of that one.

Oh, no.

Drawing Karnand into...

So much for the art of

teleportation. What was that thing that attacked us? I don't know. It must have

been one of Bello's botanical friends.

She's bound up the bracelet by now. Can't you stop her using it? Where?

There is a way. A psychic barrier created by concentration.

Can you do that without the bracelet?

What's the point? We're lost.

I mean, the Spaniards have recognised me, and Bello's got all the power. And

we're turning green.

Now, what do you want to do, just sit here and become a blob of slime?

All right, don't go on, don't go on. Just leave it to me. I'll think of

something, but you'll have to help me. Now, look into my eyes. Look, look.

Look into my eyes. What do you see?

Eyeballs. No, not eyeballs.

I am creating a barrier between Bello and the bracelet. Now, concentrate.

Look into my eyes.

The only what I am doing.

Be mine. Be mine through time.

Tell me, tell me your mystery of power. I deny

you. I deny you.

I deny you.

Laszlo, you're slipping away.

I know. I saw this denying. I'm tired out.

Concentrate. You've got to concentrate.

What's the matter with it? It worked before.

Stupid, stupid thing. Ram!

She mustn't know I've got it.

Ah!

to me than a broken bone, you wretched body, you!

Do not stare at me with those ghoulish eyes of yours, in fact. Do not look at

at all!

Ah, Don Rodriguez.

I see you have returned, our errant daughter of the sun.

She was attacked by a strange plant.

She is very important to our arrangements, Don Rodriguez.

How so?

She is to be the chosen maiden at the ceremony of the sun.

No!

I know it is a great honor to be the chosen one.

You mean she is to be sacrificed?

According to our ancient law.

You are barbarians.

Our agreement concerns gold, Don Rodriguez, not your feeble emotions.

Now, if you will excuse us, we must make the preparation for the ceremony.

Who are you?

And how do you come to be here? We are travelers in time and space.

And who, may I ask, are you?

I am Matacarpi, keeper of the temple of Machu Picchu.

That is, until the Giuseppe Princess Laquiqui made me her prisoner.

Laquiqui? A false princess who betrayed us to the Spaniards by the use of her

wicked magic.

Bello. You are Chiquita's father?

Yes, you have seen her? Yes, in the temple.

But surely you are he.

Who? The Dark Sun.

No, it is impossible. He was murdered with his father.

You know this for sure? Yes, I am certain.

He was put to the sword.

But rumors have persisted that he lived on in the mountains with the spirits of

his father and his brother.

But, Chiquita, tell me of my child. She is held prisoner by the Princess

Laquiqui. Oh.

Then she is the chosen one.

Chosen for what?

Tomorrow is the great ceremony of the sun. She has been chosen for sacrifice

Lukiki.

It is all my fault.

I would not surrender the treasure.

Where is this treasure?

You seek it too. Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes.

Well, it makes no difference. There is no escape from here.

I see no vaults or bars.

If only we could get across the deep gully of death.

How? Your resemblance to the dark sun is uncanny.

If we could get to the temple before the ceremony, I'm sure that Lakiki would

bow to your authority. Not if I know Bello.

She'll blast you through the side of the mountain.

It's worth a try.

How do you cross the gully of death?

Alas, only the waves of magic can make that possible. Well, then there's no

problem. Just leave it to me. Without the bracelet?

The bracelet? Not the bracelet of the dark sun.

Yes, well, Chiquita thought it was.

And she told us that the matching class was kept with the treasure.

That is true. It is presented to the Dark Sun after the sacrifice.

You see, Lazlo?

Well, that should frustrate Bello. Come, let's return to the temple. Wait!

I have the ceremonial robes here.

We must dress him first.

Wait!

How are we going to cross the gully of death?

By desperation, son.

sheer desperation.

We can't jump across that. Then we shall walk.

There is a road bridge for those who can't see.

All I can see is a bottomless pit.

Don't look down then. Put your hand on my shoulder and follow me.

But above all, how to pay them.

They? They didn't work. Well, pay them the rope bridge. What do you think?

Oh, powers that be, let me get it right this time.

Scar of him, golfer's Mark Simmons.

Not the opposite, eh?

So, you return to us to pay your debts or steal our gold.

I wonder, now I have you. Hold your sword, Spaniard, if you want to see the

of Machu Picchu.

You know where the gold is hidden, old man.

I alone know of its secret hiding place.

Then show us before you suffer the same fate as Atahopa.

The treasure is yours.

In return for the life of my daughter.

Agreed.

Agreed, but hurry!

Don't be foolish, Matt. I can't be. They'll agree to anything until they've

the gold. And then... I have no choice.

You have freed Maticarpi.

And you have saved me the trouble of finding the gold. Mount a bank.

You have finally led me to the Scarabaeus.

Now is my moment of glory. Now the power is mine.

Witchcraft.

Spare us, princess.

You may still have your choice of the treasure.

Stand back.

And now, most illustrious dark son of the Inca people, born again.

We shall proceed with the ceremony.

And you, Matacarpi, will, as ancient lore decrees, present the dark sun with

key of life after the sacrifice.

Spare her, princess.

You have the gold.

Spare her. And then the dark sun will present the key to me.

into the temple.

Not so fast, witch.

denied it to herself and to me.

She had the bracelet.

She could have found the key, but she moved them on. Now, why?

Why? Dark Sun, you must flee.

You shouldn't banish soldiers. They will kill you. Chiquita, I'm not the Dark

Sun of Atahualpa.

This I do not understand.

But this is yours, my lord.

You must take it with you.

Now I understand. They never had the bracelet. She never had the power to

the sarabia.

Please go.

Go. What about you and your father? The mountain is our home. The Spaniards will

never find us.

Go!