She stood on yonder point of rock, appearing a veritable queen in the sunshine." "So I thought, a fair face enough, yet not devoid of savage cruelty.
Her presence brings me some rays of hope, making me feel I may have less to fear in the future than you.

If a woman, however debased and barbarous, rules these savages, she will not be altogether without heart to the supplications of a woman." I felt less assured of this, yet it was better she be buoyed up by all possible hope, so ventured upon no answer.

There was that in the Queen's face as she gazed down upon us that made me doubt her womanliness; doubt if behind that countenance of wild beauty there did not lurk a soul as savage and untamed as any among her barbarous followers.

What but a spirit of insatiate cruelty could animate and control such fierce warriors in their battle rage?
Thinking of this, my eyes on Madame, a movement occurred among our captors quickly challenging my attention.

Fresh shouts and cries evidenced new arrivals.