Eagle Head approached her.
"My mother is brave," he said; "many warriors would not have borne the trials with so much courage."
A faint smile passed over her violet lips.
"I have a son," she replied with a look of ineffable sweetness; "it is for him I suffer."
"A warrior is happy in having such a mother."
"Why do you defer my death? It is cruel to act thus; warriors ought not to torment women."
"My mother is right, her tortures are ended."
"Am I going to die at last?" she asked with a sigh of relief.
"Yes, they are preparing the pile."
In spite of herself, the poor woman felt a shudder of horror thrill her whole frame at this fearful intimation.