human
When men have evil in their hearts it is known to Bhowanee; behold her sign!
gpt
Let Hunsa have the iron; he, too, will know of its heat.
human
Put it again in the fire, declared Sookdee,
gpt
When men appeal to Bhowanee it is not proper that women should be of the ceremony; it will indeed anger our mother goddess.
human
Thou art a fool, Sookdee, Bootea declared.
gpt
The hand of your chief is in pain though he shows it not in his face. Shall a brave man suffer because you are without feeling!
human
Here I have cocoanut oil and a bandage of soft muslin. Hold to me your hand, Ajeet.
gpt
It is not needed, Gulab, star-flower,
human
This will keep the oil cool to your wound, Chief; it will not let it dry out to increase the heat.
gpt
Think you, Sookdee, that Bhowanee will be offended because of mercy. Some day, Jamadar, fire will be put upon your face, when the head has been lopped from your body, to hide the features of a decoit that it may not bear witness against the tribe.
human
You have delayed the ordeal, Sookdee answered surlily,
gpt
This kabob of the cannon is cooked, and my arms are tired whilst you have talked.
human
Who now will have it placed upon his palm?
gpt
Put it here,