As I entered the grotto he was engaged in examining the springs of various instruments of torture with which he was surrounded. At the noise my guard made in introducing me he turned his head, but my presence did not seem to surprise him.
“Do you see these?” asked he, displaying the horrible engines which lay before him.
I remained calm and impassive, for I knew the cruel nature of the hero of humanity, and I was determined to endure to the end without blenching.
“Leogri was lucky in being only hung, was he not?” asked he, with his sardonic sneer.
I gazed upon him with cold disdain, but I made no reply.
“Tell his reverence the chaplain that the prisoner has returned,” said he to an aide-de-camp.
During the absence of the negro, we both remained silent, but I could see that he watched me narrowly.
Just then Rigaud entered, he seemed agitated, and whispered a few words to the general.
“Summon the chiefs of the different bands,” said Biassou, calmly.
A quarter of an hour afterwards, the different chiefs in their strange equipments, were assembled in the grotto. Biassou rose.