I cannot have Pawteeda now. I have done.
Speak.
Wherefore?
Speak. Why not have Pawteeda now?
Pawteeda should be wife to some warrior, who, when he goes forth to war, will strike every foe of his tribe, without asking, as I should, who is he—and what is he? As a white man, I will not war with white men. As the adopted of the red men ... with the blood of a red man boiling in my heart, as the captive and nursling of the brave Iroquois, I will not be the foe of a red man.
Good—
Let Pawteeda be wife to Silver-heels. He hath deserved Pawteeda, and but for me, they would have been happy.
Good.
Here the youthful savage, whose arrow had been struck aside by the Big Bear, lifted his head in surprise, but he did not speak.
I beseech you father! let my beloved be his wife.