human
Where thou hast permitted me to go, my father,
gpt
Thou dost not forget thy promise, my Blossom,
human
Oh no, my father, answered Otaitsa;
gpt
How fares the boy? asked her father.
human
Is there sunshine with him, or a cloud?
gpt
Sunshine, said Otaitsa, simply.
human
We sat and talked of death. It must be very happy.
gpt
Does _he_ think so too?
human
He makes _me_ think so, answered the Blossom.
gpt
Must it not be happy where there is no weeping, no slaughter, no parting of dear friends and lovers; where a Saviour and Redeemer is ever ready to mediate even for those who do such deeds as these?
human
The Great Spirit is good, said Black Eagle thoughtfully;
gpt
For those who do good, returned Otaitsa, with a sigh;
human
A woman's religion, he said.
gpt
Why should I forgive my enemies? The voice of God you speak of in my heart teaches me to kill them; for, if I did not, they would kill me.
human
Not if they were Christians too, said Otaitsa.
gpt
The voice of God tells all men to spare each other, to love each other; and if every one obeyed it, there would be no such thing as enemies. All would be friends and brethren.
human
But there _are_ enemies, and therefore I must kill them.
gpt
That is because men obey the voice of the Evil Spirit, and not that of the Good, rejoined the Blossom.
human
Will my father do so? Black Eagle has the voice of the Good Spirit in his heart. He loves children, he loves his friends, he spares women, and has taught the Oneidas to spare them. All this comes from the voice of the Good Spirit. Will he not listen to it further?
gpt
The Black Eagle is just, she said;
human
No more, he said,