“They say he did not love war,” remarked Bartong.
“No; he hated it: but he was brave, and a good fighter—the best in the tribe. None of the young men dared to touch him.”
“Was the young brave Alizay afraid to touch him?” asked the guide, with a sly glance at the younger woman.
At this Idazoo flushed and looked up angrily.
“No,” she said sharply; “Alizay fears nothing.”
Bartong took no notice of the remark, but continued gravely to question the other.
“Was Nazinred very fond of his daughter?” he asked.
“Yes, very.”
“And was the girl fond of him and of you?”
“Yes,” replied the poor woman, beginning to weep gently.