7/10 She would not be here, able to control so wild a brood of wolves, if she were not of their breed in heart; nor do women chiefs have much choice against the vote of the tribe. I do not trust her, Madame; I studied her face--a fair one, I grant--as she stood in the sun upon the rock summit. It was hard set, and savage with the scent of blood and battle. No mercy led her to protect us then; like a great cat she prefers playing with her mice before killing. Has she been here while I slept ?" "No one has visited us excepting the old chief who led the assault; he did nothing but strike the Puritan, who sought speech with him." She paused a moment, her head bent low; then she lifted her face to mine again, and I read within it the quick determination of her soul. |