"
"It is the little Father," replied the Seneca. "It is well. He shall
have food in plenty, and his days shall be long in my village, where he
will teach my children the laws of his fathers. As for Onontio, he
sleeps in his stone house while my brothers from the Mohawk valley
carry away his Huron children. The daughters of Onontio shall become
slaves. I have said."
"I will give my body to the stake," said Brother Jacques; "my flesh and
bones to torture. Let Onontio's daughters go."
"I have seen the little Father with his thumb in the pipe, and he
smiles like a brave man. No. They are fairer than the blossom of the
wild plum, and their hair is like the silk of corn. They shall be
slaves or wives, as they choose. Make haste," pushing the priest
toward the canoe in which madame and Anne had already taken their
places.
Had he been alone he would have resisted, so great was his wrath. A
moment's vanity placed him and these poor women in this predicament.
He had been warned by a trader that a small band of Iroquois were
hanging about, and yet he had been drawn into this! Yonder was the
marquis, who might die .
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