human
And would you really have slain him?
gpt
I would, replied Black Eagle, calmly and firmly.
human
I would have torn out my own heart, had the laws of my people required it.
gpt
I believe you would. Dear Otaitsa, did she then really peril her life to save her young friend?
human
She did more, answered Black Eagle;
gpt
There is a Blossom on the Black Eagle's tree, he said,
human
The Blossom loves the Bough: the Bough loves the Blossom. She has purchased him; she has bought him for herself; she has offered her heart's blood for his price. Is he not hers? If the Black Eagle should never return from his war-flight--if the bullet of the French should break his wing, or the arrow of the Huron pierce his heart, will his brother Prevost bind the Blossom and the Bough together as the white men bind them, and as the Christian people unite those who love? Will he take the Blossom to his own home, and make her indeed his daughter?
gpt
Thou art my brother; I will do as thou hast said; and may the Good Spirit deal with me as I deal with thee in this matter! _Thy_ daughter is _my_ daughter; _my_ son is _thy_ son. But thou knowest not, perhaps----
human
Forbear! I know what I know; thou knowest what thou knowest. We may believe much that it is not right to prove. Silence is a good thing when secrets are dangerous. Now go I to my people with my heart at rest.