"You would do wrong to seek him. Come, proceed with your narrative."
Natah Otann then described in full detail his meeting with the Count, and in what way he had made him consent to follow him to his village. This time no incident interrupted his story, and it seemed as if the lesson read by White Buffalo to the listener was sufficient for the present. The old man laughed heartily at the experiment with the matches, and the Count's surprise when he perceived that the man he had hitherto taken for a coarse and half-idiot savage was, on the contrary, a man endowed with an intellect and education at least equal to his own.
"And what shall I do now?" Natah Otann added, in conclusion. "He is here; but with him is Bright-eye, in whom he places the greatest confidence."
"Hum!" the old man answered, "all this is very serious. In the first place, my son, you did wrong to let him know you as you really are: you were much stronger than he, so long as he merely fancied you a stupid savage: you allowed your pride to carry you away through the desire to shine in the eyes of a European. It is a great fault, for now he doubts you, and keeps on his guard."
The young man looked down, and made no reply.
"However," the old man went on, "I will try to arrange matters; but I must first see this Bright-eye and have a talk with him."
"You will obtain nothing, my father; he is devoted to the Count."
"The greater reason, child. In which hut have you lodged them?"
"In the old council lodge."
"Good! they will be convenient there, and it will be easy to hear all they say."