“Let us speak of other things, dear Winnetou. I am to become an Apache; how will it be with my comrades?”
“They cannot be taken into the tribe, but they are our brothers.”
“Without any ceremony?”
“To-morrow we will smoke the pipe of peace with them. In my white brother’s home in the rising sun is there no calumet?”
“No; Christians are all brothers, and it is not necessary to announce it.”
“All brothers! Is there no strife between them?”
“Certainly there is.”
“Then they are not different from us, or better than we. They teach love, but do not feel it. Why did my brother come here?”
The Indians never ask such personal questions; but Winnetou could do so in my case, because we were to be brothers, and he must learn to know me.
“I wanted to see the West, and I wanted to try my skill in my profession, and above all I wanted to win honor.”