It would be a half-black, half-white child.
Who would now marry a woman with such a child as that?
Yet nothing bad been given her.

She had been simply sent back home to be a charge on her parents and an already poverty-stricken village.

Therefore he had come to ask that justice be done, and the girl be given at least a present of money.
The sergeants roared with laughter, all except Schubert, who seemed only appalled by the impudence of the request.

He sat back and ordered the story repeated.
"And you dare ask for money from the bwana makubwa!" he demanded.
"You dog of a Nyamwesi! Is the honor not sufficient that your black brute of a daughter should have a baby by such a great person?
You cattle have no sense of honor! You must learn! Put him down! Beat him till I say stop!" There was no need to put him down, however.

The motion of the hand, voice inflection, order were all too well understood.