The charm was complete.
Forgetful of his late conversation, forgetful for a time of his thoughts and aspirations, oblivious of his enthusiasm, he stood a very child, eagerly watching her and listening for those tones again.
It was Oluski, however, who spoke.
“Come, Wacora, let us go with her.”
The old chief strode away from the spot, Sansuta by his side.
Wacora followed, with a new feeling in his heart.
It was love!