Adventure stories, American; Fiction; Short stories; Western stories
"And then I shall be thy woman, Negore's woman, the brave man's woman.
And thou shalt hunt meat for me and Old Kinoos, and I shall cook thy
food, and sew thee warm parkas and strong, and make thee moccasins
after the way of my people, which is a better way than thy people's
way. And as I say, I shall be thy woman, Negore, always thy woman.
And I shall make thy life glad for thee, so that all thy days will be
a song and laughter, and thou wilt know the woman Oona as unlike all
other women, for she has journeyed far, and lived in strange places,
and is wise in the ways of men and in the ways they may be made glad.
And in thine old age will she still make thee glad, and thy memory
of her in the days of thy strength will be sweet, for thou wilt know
always that she was ease to thee, and peace, and rest, and that beyond
all women to other men has she been woman to thee."
"Even so," said Negore, and the hunger for her ate at his heart, and
his arms went out for her as a hungry man's arms might go out for food.
"When thou hast shown the way, Negore," she chided him; but her eyes
were soft, and warm, and he knew she looked upon him as woman had never
looked before.
"It is well," he said, turning resolutely on his heel. "I go now to
make talk with the chiefs, so that they may know I am gone to show the
Russians the way."
"Oh, Negore, my man! my man!" she said to herself, as she watched him
go, but she said it so softly that even Old Kinoos did not hear, and
his ears were over keen, what of his blindness.
* * * * *
Three days later, having with craft ill-concealed his hiding-place,
Negore was dragged forth like a rat and brought before Ivan--"Ivan the
Terrible" he was known by the men who marched at his back. Negore was
armed with a miserable bone-barbed spear, and he kept his rabbit-skin
robe wrapped closely about him, and though the day was warm he shivered
as with an ague. He shook his head that he did not understand the
speech Ivan put at him, and made that he was very weary and sick, and
wished only to sit down and rest, pointing the while to his stomach in
sign of his sickness, and shivering fiercely. But Ivan had with him a
man from Pastolik who talked the speech of Negore, and many and vain
were the questions they asked him concerning his tribe, till the man
from Pastolik, who was called Karduk, said:
"It is the word of Ivan that thou shalt be lashed till thou diest if
thou dost not speak. And know, strange brother, when I tell thee the
word of Ivan is the law, that I am thy friend and no friend of Ivan.
For I come not willingly from my country by the sea, and I desire
greatly to live; wherefore I obey the will of my master--as thou wilt
obey, strange brother, if thou art wise, and wouldst live."
"Nay, strange brother," Negore answered, "I know not the way my people
are gone, for I was sick, and they fled so fast my legs gave out from
under me, and I fell behind."
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