On the side of the Collas, according to the account given by their descendants, more than six thousand were killed, owing to their want of discipline in fighting; while of the Yncas, owing to their order and regularity, not more than five hundred fell. Both sides retired to their camps under cover of night; but the Collas, feeling their wounds and seeing the number of their dead, lost heart, and knew not what to do, nor what course to adopt. For they had not the power to free themselves by fighting, and they knew not how or where to escape by flight, their enemies having surrounded them, and occupied the passes: nor did they hope for any mercy, after having rejected and contemned the generous offers of the Ynca.

In this state of uncertainty they took the safest course, which was the advice of their old men. They proposed that the defeated Collas should seek the clemency of the prince, who, although they had offended him, would follow the example of his ancestors, and show mercy to rebels. So, as soon as dawn appeared, they put on the vilest habiliments, and, without shoes or any clothing but their smocks, and with their hands tied behind them, their chiefs presented themselves at the entrance of the Ynca's lodging. That prince received them kindly, and the Collas, falling on their knees, said that they had not come to ask for mercy, because they knew well they had not deserved it, but that the Ynca would treat them as their obstinacy and ingratitude merited.