“It is best so, Maheera. But why did Maheera not say that she was going to bring the White Giant?”
“Maheera does not know. Only late last night came a message to Tacatacourou, saying that the White Canoes of the French had come.”
“But why did she think the White Giant would be with them?”
Maheera smiled.
“Because the Moon-Princess many times had said that he would come—and—well—because she wished——” Maheera was confused. She could not acknowledge that it was jealousy. “She wished—she wished—to please the Moon-Princess.”
It was my lady’s turn to flush.
“Ah! Maheera,” she laughed, shaking her finger. “You must not tell of these things.”
The simple straightforwardness of the Indian nature would not permit her to understand, for she opened her eyes in wonder.
“Maheera thought that what she did was good.”
Mademoiselle replied not, but I told Maheera by signs that her heart was a heart of gold.