human
Where are our sons?
gpt
Ask the wolf and the panther,
human
Brother! tell us where are our sons! exclaimed the chief.
gpt
Our women ask us for their sons. They want them. Where are they?
human
Where are the snows of last year? replied the warrior.
gpt
Have they not gone down the swelling river into the Great Lake? They have, and even so have your sons descended the stream of Time into the great Lake of Death. The great star sees them as they lie by the water of the Walkulla, but they see him not. The panther and the wolf howl unheeded at their feet, and the eagle screams, but they hear them not. The vulture whets his beak on their bones, the wild-cat rends their flesh, both are unfelt, for your sons are dead.