human
They have heard of the killing of Him Who Speaks for Luata, whispered the girl.
gpt
Soon they will spread in all directions searching for us.
human
And will they find us?
gpt
As surely as Lua gives light by day, she replied;
human
But they will not kill you, said Bradley.
gpt
You did not slay him.
human
It will make no difference, she insisted.
gpt
If they find us together they will slay us both.
human
Then they won't find us together, announced Bradley decisively.
gpt
You stay right here--you won't be any worse off than before I came--and I'll get as far as I can and account for as many of the beggars as possible before they get me. Good-bye! You're a mighty decent little girl. I wish that I might have helped you.
human
No, she cried.
gpt
Do not leave me. I would rather die. I had hoped and hoped to find some way to return to my own country. I wanted to go back to An-Tak, who must be very lonely without me; but I know that it can never be. It is difficult to kill hope, though mine is nearly dead. Do not leave me.
human
An-Tak! Bradley repeated.
gpt
You loved a man called An-Tak?
human
Yes, replied the girl.
gpt
An-Tak was away, hunting, when the Wieroo caught me. How he must have grieved for me! He also was cos-ata-lu, twelve moons older than I, and all our lives we have been together.