human
My chief!
gpt
O Sun, great Father, have pity on me, for I love him, and would keep him. And give me bone of his bone, and one to nurse at my breast that is of him. O Sun, pity me this night, and be near me when I speak to him, and hear what I say.
human
What are you doing out there, Mitiahwe? Dingan cried; and when she entered again he beckoned her to him.
gpt
What was it you were saying? Who were you speaking to? he asked.
human
I heard your voice.
gpt
I was thanking the Sun for his goodness to me. I was speaking for the thing that is in my heart, that is life of my life,
human
Well, I have something to say to you, little girl,
gpt
Do you think you could stand a little parting?
human
I have been alone before--for five days,
gpt
But it must be longer this time.
human
How long? she asked, with eyes fixed on his.
gpt
If it is more than a week, I will go too.
human
It is longer than a month,
gpt
Then I will go.
human
I am going to see my people,
gpt
By the _Ste. Anne_?
human
It is the last chance this year; but I will come back--in the spring.
gpt
I must go with you if you go, because you must be with me when--Oh, _hai-yai_, my chief, shall we go from here? Here in this lodge wilt thou be with thine own people--thine own, thou and I--_and thine to come_.