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Updated: May 1, 2025
"In this," she says, holding it up to the light, "is a fluid, one drop of which, given to Aguara will turn his heart whichever way Shebotha wishes it turned; make him love whomsoever she wants him to love; and that will be as Nacena wants it." "Oh! it is good of you, Mam Shebotha so good! How shall I ever enough thank or reward you?"
If the other should fail to act, and Aguara " "But you said it could not fail," breaks in the girl, her countenance again clouding over. "Is there a doubt, Mam Shebotha?" "There's always uncertainty in these things," rejoins the sorceress; "and in the love-spell more than any other. As you know, love is the strongest passion, and therefore the most difficult to control."
By its red flame, mingled with much smoke, a collection of curious objects is dimly discernible; not articles of furniture, for these are few, but things appertaining to the craft in which Shebotha is supposed to have skill demonology.
"For them not to find her is just what we want." "Ah, cousin! how would it be for her? Tied to a tree, with no hope no chance of getting loosed from it she'd die of hunger or thirst miserably perish. Wicked as Shebotha is, we'd be worse than she if we left her to such a fate as that, to say nothing of our bringing it upon her.
Satisfied it will do, he strides off to where Shebotha is tied; and in a few seconds returns bearing the sorceress in his arms, as though she were but a bundle of rags. Hoisting her up to his horse's withers, and with a stern threat and a shake, telling her to stay there, he springs upon the saddle behind her.
For the present she appears content, all the more as she gloats over the treasure, which for a while she feasts her eyes upon without speaking. Then slipping the various articles, one after another, into the bosom of her dress, she resumes speech, saying "Shebotha has other spells besides that spoken of; one powerful above all, which puts to sleep ah! a sleep from which the sleeper never awakes.
Say to him, that men of his own race and colour are near, ready to rescue and take him back to his people, wherever they may be. Surely that will be enough to gain him to our side, and get his help also." Nacena hesitates for a time; then answering, says "No, not enough, I fear." "But why?" "The white man is not in his senses. He has lost them long ago. The little left him is given to Shebotha.
Whether or not, she refrains making rejoinder: but suffers herself to be borne on through the scaffold tombs without resistance, and silent as the forms reposing upon them. Straight across the cemetery goes Gaspar, with Shebotha in his arms, nor stops he till back on the spot where the path leads down to the outer plain.
For she is Francesca Halberger. At the hour spoken of she is the sole occupant of the hut; its owner, Shebotha, being abroad. For it is the self-same hour and instant when the sorceress has the rosary of teeth snatched so rudely from her neck.
She speaks not a word in answer to the friendly salutation of the cacique; but stands silent in bent, obeisant attitude, with her skinny arms crossed over her breast, as it waiting to hear what he would further say. His words are by way of command: "Shebotha! I've brought back with me a captive a young girl of the palefaces. You must take charge of her, and keep her here in your hut.
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