human
My brother John, this is a wild wolf you take hunting with you, and not a hound. The Saguenays are real wolves and not to be tamed by white men or Iroquois. And like a lone wolf he will run away in battle. You shall see, brother John.
gpt
I hope not, little sister.
human
You shall see, she repeated, her pretty lip curling as Luysnes began to braid the man's scalp-lock.
gpt
You think him a warrior, now, because he is oiled and wears war paint and lock. But I tell you he is only a wild Montagnais hunter. Warriors are not made with a word.
human
Sometimes men are,
gpt
What manner of white man are you, John? she asked.
human
For you speak like a preacher, yet you wear no skirt and cross, as do the priests of the Praying Indians.
gpt
Little sister, said I, taking both her hands,
human
I am only a young man going into battle for the first time; and I have yet to fire my first shot in anger. If my white and red brothers--and if you, little sister--do full duty this day, then we shall be happy, living or dead. For only those who do their best can look the Holder of Heaven in the face.