"My brothers will never see Joan again," said Valentine.
The two chiefs exchanged a look of sorrow.
"He had a noble heart," they murmured.
"Yes," added Valentine; "and he was a friend."
A short silence ensued; then the two chiefs suddenly rose and went towards their horses, without speaking a word.
"Where are our brothers going?" the count asked.
"To give sepulture to a warrior; the body of Joan must not become the prey of urubus," Trangoil-Lanec replied, gravely.
"My brothers can take their places again," Louis said.
The chiefs re-seated themselves silently.
"Do Trangoil-Lanec and Curumilla know their brothers so ill," Louis continued, "as to suppose they would leave the body of a friend without sepulture? Joan was buried by us before we rejoined our brothers."