She shook her head.
“Then I’ll finish for you. It did not grieve him so much to consider me his enemy, for one can respect an enemy, but to consider me a liar, a treacherous, false man. Is that it?”
“You have said it.”
“Never mind; I think he knows now he was mistaken. What about Rattler?”
“He will be tortured in a little while.”
“And why was I not told?”
“Winnetou would have it so; he thought your eyes could not see nor your ears hear his agony.”
“I’ve no doubt he is right; but if I can bring about what I desire I can bear it. In any case I must be there. What torture is intended for him?”
“Everything possible. He is the worst pale-face that the Apaches have ever captured. He killed our White Father, whom we loved and honored, and for no reason; therefore he must die by every agony which we know, slow and long-continued.”
“That must not be; it is inhuman.”