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Updated: June 18, 2025
"But what is your life worth without liberty?" It is not Nacena who puts this question, but the paleface herself; speaking to him in her native tongue, as his. He gives a sudden start on hearing it, and regards the young girl with a stare of astonishment, rubbing his eyes as though just awakened from a long-continued sleep. "Ah eh!" he exclaims, excitedly. "What's that? Liberty, did you say?
But how could Nacena set me at liberty?" "By taking the paleface to her people." "They are far away hundreds of miles. Would Nacena herself take me to them?" "No. That is not needed. The paleface is mistaken. Her friends are not far away, but near. They wait for her to come out to them."
Nacena, astonished at the spirit shown by the little paleface, and delighted with a success which may prove advantageous to herself, says not a word; but steps off forward in front of the other two making mute pantomimic signs to guide them in the direction they are to go.
There is a girl riding by his side, a beautiful girl, at a glance recognisable as Nacena he himself being her brother, Kaolin. They and their party are also pursuing. Though not to retake, the paleface captive; instead, to protect her the object of their pursuit being Aguara himself.
The captive gives a start of surprise, the light of hope and joy, long absent from her eyes, rekindling in them, as another light breaks upon her. "Of whom does Nacena speak?" "Of your brother the fair-haired youth, your cousin the dark Paraguayan, and the gaucho who has guided them hither. All three are close to the tolderia, on the other side of the hill as I've said, expecting you.
Still she is silent. "You need neither deny, nor declare it," he continues. "'Tis all known to me, save one thing. That alone I wish to ask you about. I must have an answer, and a truthful one. As your brother I demand it, Nacena." She fixes her eyes upon him, in a look half-frightened, then timidly asks: "What thing, Kaolin?" "Has he deceived you?"
While depriving her of her ghastly necklace, Gaspar had taken the occasion to possess himself of the more elegant and valuable ornaments stripped from the person of Nacena; not with any thought to appropriate them to himself, but the intention of restoring them to their rightful owner, when the latter should re-appear to claim them.
Revenge first, and the deceiver shall first die. After that, O Spirit, thou canst take me; Nacena will no longer care to live." As she says this, the sad look returns to her countenance, replacing that of anger; and for a time she stands with head drooped down to her bosom, and arms hanging listlessly by her side a very picture of despair.
Instead, released from Ludwig's arms, she stands silently by his side, neither trembling nor showing sign of fear. Why should she, with those words of friendly assurance which have been once more whispered in her ear? And now Gaspar getting back to where they stand, and speaking in the Tovas tongue sufficiently well to be understood by her, says to Nacena
Nacena has spoken with them, and promised she will conduct you to where they are. White sister!" she adds, in a tone of unmistakeable sincerity, at the same time drawing closer to the captive, and tenderly taking her by the hand, "do not show distrust, but let Nacena keep her word. She will restore you to your friends, your brother; ah! to one who waits for you with anxiety keener than all!"
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