"Yes, I know that man is the personal enemy of my brother."
"Well, then, my sister has in her hands the blue-eyed maiden, and she will give her to me, so that I may, in making her suffer, revenge myself on my enemy."
"My brother is a man, he does not know how to avenge himself: why should I give my prisoner up to him? Women alone possess the secret of torturing those they hate. Let my brother leave it to me," she added, with a vindictive smile; "the torments I shall invent will suffice, I swear, to satisfy a hatred much deeper than any he can feel."
Antinahuel, although his face remained impassive, shuddered inwardly at these odious words.
"My sister is boastful," he replied, "her skin is white, her heart knows not how to hate, let her leave it to the Indian chief."
"No," she passionately exclaimed, "I have fixed the fate of this woman; I will not give her to my brother."
"Will my sister then forget her promise, and falsify her oaths?"
"Of what promises and of what oaths do you speak, chief?"
"Of those," the Indian replied haughtily, "which my sister pronounced in the toldo of Antinahuel, when she came among his tribe to implore his assistance."
The Linda smiled.