“And Monsieur Ribault?” asked de Gourgues.
“Satouriona thought the Admiral a great chief, M. le Chevalier. They swore an eternal friendship.”
“M. de Brésac says you speak their language, Dariol.”
“As I do my own.”
“You know their customs. How think you they will look upon our landing?”
“Monsieur,” replied the trumpeter firmly, “I believe with M. de Brésac that if they think us Spaniards they will dispute our landing. If we prove ourselves Frenchmen and friends, they will receive us with gladness.”
“Why so?”
“It is my belief that they hold the Spaniards in great enmity. For no arrogance will be borne by Satouriona. He is a great King, with great pride of spirit, and numbers his people by many thousands.”
“But the Spanish have friends among the Indians? M. de Brésac has said so.”