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If need be, we can take him along, too. You understand, Nacena?" "I do." "Then you agree to assist us?" "Say yes!" urges Cypriano. "My sister, Nacena!" adds Ludwig. In response to their united appeals, she points to the sorceress, saying "Her vengeance is to be dreaded. If I do as you wish me, Shebotha " "Won't hurt a hair of your head," says Gaspar, interrupting. "Nor can't.
And now that we have Shebotha here, no one will be guarding the prisoner will there?" "Alas, yes!" responds the Indian girl, her words with their tone telling that she has entered into the spirit of their enterprise. "Who?" interrogates Gaspar. "What is he if it be a man?" "Yes, a man.
Unclasping the armlets, one after another, she delivers them to Shebotha. But the avaricious beldame is not yet satisfied. With her eyes upon the chain necklet and its glittering attachments, she nods towards it, as much as to say, "That too." And it, also, is detached; and handed over to her.
Know that there are enemies near, and treason in your tribe. You've been betrayed, and so has Shebotha!" "Betrayed! How?" he asks in wonderment, but without leaving the hammock. "Who are these enemies you speak of? Who the traitors?" "You'll learn that in time, chief. It may be enough for you now to know, that your paleface captive has escaped."
But neither seeing the one, nor hearing the other, she at length calls out a name; at first timidly, but after an interval in bolder tone, "Shebotha!" "Not her lover after all!" mutters Gaspar, who remembers the name thus pronounced, while Ludwig is relieved at hearing it, he also knowing something of the sorceress.
Craning her head inside, and listening for a second or two, she can tell by his breathing that the cacique is asleep. A slumber abruptly broken by her calling out "Son of Naraguana, awake!" "Shebotha!" he exclaims, recognising her shrill treble. "What is it?" he adds, raising his head over the edge of his hamaca. "Arise, Aguara! and make all haste.
"She shall have that assurance; for Shebotha can give it without fail. See this!" While speaking, she has drawn out, from under the skin robe that covers her bony breast, what appears to be a small horn, converted into a phial with bottom and stopper.
She draws out the string of teeth snatched from the neck of the sorceress, and holds it up to his eyes, adding "That I bring from Shebotha herself. She gave it me to show you as a sign that I have her permission to speak with the paleface nay, her command, as I've said. Now!" At sight of the hideous symbol, which he instantly recognises, his incredulity is at an end.
Present it to the crazy paleface; tell him Shebotha sent it as a token authorising you to act for her; and, if he be not altogether out of his wits, I warrant it'll get you admission to the presence of the paleface. For anything beyond, you will best know how to act of yourself." The girl grasps the hideous symbol, a gleam of intelligence lighting up her swarth but beautiful face.
"O, good Shebotha!" cries the young girl, in passionate tone, her heart heaving with rekindled hope, "can you assure me of that? If so, you shall have all I can give you; my armlets, neck ornaments, mantas, hamacas, everything. Fear not my rewarding you well!" "Nacena is generous," rejoins the sorceress, her eyes sparkling with pleasure at such a wholesale proffer of chattels.
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