Arthur O. Friel

“ Andirah hopes his brother Tupahn is not broken also.”
The staring crowd around us came to life. While water was brought we examined our comrade more carefully. He was battered and bruised and bitten and scratched, his head-wound was torn open and oozing red, and his clothes were ripped half from his body. But nowhere could we find a broken bone.
“He is whole, heramuhm,” Pedro assured the Bat. “Blind though he is, it takes more than a rascally priest to break Tupahn. If his head had not struck that pole he now would be standing before you and roaring for another liar to kill.” ”

“ Tupahn looks for another man to kill. Now he is whole again in truth. His eyes see his woman. Is it not so?”
“It is so, heramuhm,” answered Pedro. “His sight is clear and his heart has dropped a heavy load. And now for the first time Tupahn looks on the face of Andirah.”
At the moment Senhor Tom was not looking at Andirah. His gaze rested on the girl. But, hearing Pedro's hint, he turned to the chief.
“Tupahn gives thanks to Andirah,” he said heartily. “The Bat has proved himself truly the friend of the Storm. Tupahn is sorry that in his blindness he thought Andirah not a friend. ”

“ When next the sun rises the house of the false pajé shall be burned. With it the pajé also shall burn. And from now until Andirah goes down into the ground with his fathers there shall be no priest among the men of the Bat. Andirah has spoken.”
“Andirah has spoken well,” the Thunderstorm approved. “Let Andirah alone rule his tribe, and it shall be ruled well. Let no priest again twist the words in my brother's mouth and the thoughts in his brain. Yet why did not the men of Andirah tell their chief the truth? ”