"My best horse awaits her, and five of my bravest guards shall ride with her to keep her safe till she sights the camp of the Western men.

I say happy is he of them who was born to wear the sweet-scented Bud of the Rose upon his bosom.

For the rest, the man Japhet is in my hands.

He yielded himself to me who would not fight for his own people because of what they had done to his friends, the white men.

Lastly, already I have given orders that the slaying should cease, since I need the Abati to be my slaves, they who are cowards, but cunning in many arts.