human
Stand back, she cried aloud, in the Iroquois tongue, as the men glided in.
gpt
I am your great chief's daughter; and the blood of the Black Eagle will not bear a touch.
human
We touch thee not, Blossom, answered Apukwa.
gpt
Thou shalt go free; for the Black Eagle is a great chief, a mighty warrior, reverenced by his people. But our prisoner we keep; and though thou hast loosened his bands, we can fasten them again. Put thy tomahawk in thy belt, brother of the Snake. It must taste no blood here, though it is hungry, I know well. He shall die; but not now.