The shot struck my leg where you see, and being unable to stop myself, although I broke my fall by clutching with my hands, I rolled down the rock to the ground beneath, but not over the edge of the precipice as I could have wished to do, for at the last I had intended to escape him by throwing myself from it.
"Leaving me unable to move he began to ascend the pinnacle, calling your daughter Swallow by sweet names as a man calls a shy horse which he fears will escape him.

I watched from below, and even in my pain I laughed, for now I knew what must come.

Since the Swallow did not answer, Bull-Head, wishing to be cunning, crept behind her in silence, and of a sudden seized the cloak and the arm beneath it, for he feared lest she should choose death and cheat him.
"Then it was that the body rolled over toward him; then it was that he saw the whitened face and the black breast beneath.

Ah! lady, you should have heard his oaths and his yell of rage as he scrambled down the rocks towards me.
"'What think you of your bride ?' I asked him as he came, for I knew that I must die and did not care how soon.
"'This is your trick, witch,' he gasped, 'and now I will kill you.' "'Kill on, butcher,' I answered, 'at least I shall die happy, having beaten you at last.' "'No, not yet,' he said presently, 'for if you grow silent, how shall I learn where you have hidden Suzanne Botmar ?' "'Suzanne Kenzie, wife of the Englishman, butcher,' I answered again.
"'Also,' he went on, grinding his teeth, 'I desire that you should die slowly.' Then he called some of his men, and they carried me in a kaross to this place.

Here by the river he lashed me to the stone, and, knowing that already, from loss of blood and lack of drink, I was in the agonies of thirst, he tormented me by holding water to my lips and snatching it away.
"All day long, lying in the burning sun, have I suffered thus, waiting for death to heal my pain.