I acknowledge freely I felt to some degree the strange spell of her power, the magic influence of her soft, sinuous beauty, which I doubt if any man could utterly resist.

Yet I recognized her from the first, even as she stood wrapped in the sun's rays on the rock summit, as one who, by instinct and nature, was scarce less a savage than her most desperate follower, although she possessed the rare gift of masking her cruelty beneath the pleasing smile of a woman not entirely unacquainted with the courtesies of refinement.
I marvelled greatly who she could be, thus sporting the polite graces of a reception-room in the midst of these squalid huts.

What was her strange life-story?
How ever came such a woman, with charm of face, and grace of manner, to be acknowledged leader over such a people?
It was not so odd that a clever, resourceful woman, driven perhaps by necessity, should have made unscrupulous use of their dominant superstitions, and, by naming herself "Daughter of the Sun," have obtained supreme power.

The perfect acting of such an assumed character would not prove difficult to her, while their servile worship of the protesting Puritan, whose red hair alone had elevated him to sainthood, proved how easily these savages might be deceived, and led slaves by subtle magic.

Yet who was the woman?
Whence came she?
Why should she ever have chosen such a life?
And Eloise! Through what misfortune had she already attained the undisguised dislike of this Amazon?
To what fate would this unmerited disfavor condemn her?
It is a terrible thing to remain chained and helpless at such a time, to realize that cruel wrong, possibly torture, is being visited upon another, upon one you know and love, and yet be unable to uplift hand or voice in warning.