Fra Rafael saw strange things, impossible things. Then there was the mystery of the seven young virginal girls of Huascan. Fra Rafael drew the llama-wool blanket closer about his narrow shoulders, shivering in the cold wind that screamed down from Huascan. His face held great pain. I rose, walked to the door of the hut and peered through fog at the shadowy haunted lands that lifted toward the sky—the Cordilleras that make a rampart along Peru's eastern border. "There's nothing," I said. "Only