"Thy master."
"The Maqua is a man," replied the warrior fiercely; "his knee was never bowed—he acknowledges no master."
"Thou hast served me long and well, Cayenguirago—I am Abamocho, the Spirit of Evil, and this is my dwelling-place."
"Thou hast chosen a dark abode, and strange companions," replied the warrior.
"They are not my companions, but my warriors, my braves, my tormentors," answered the Spirit of Evil. "It is with these that I torment bad people, as the Maquas use old women to torment the prisoners they take in battle. But fear not, Cayenguirago, thou hast been a faithful servant to me—I will not suffer my people to harm thee. Dost thou know that I design to bestow my daughter upon thee for a wife?"
"I did not know it?" answered the Maqua.
"She shall be thine," said the Evil Spirit. "But I warn thee that there have been very many pleasanter companions than she will make thee, for she is excessively irritable and passionate. Withal she is so fond of admiration, that I have no doubt she would give chace to the ugliest toad that ever devoured a worm, so she could captivate him. She is a true woman."
"What will the father give the Maqua that marries her?"
"Wampum, much wampum—"
"I will take her."