The words spoken by the tribe in their native language will be explained in English on the bottom. It will appear different in the translator later on. It is in order as they speak. R&R!
Bella
I ignore the branches that claw at me, trying to catch me as I run away from the castle. I know not how long I've been running, nor if they are aware of my departure. Not that I particularly care, I just want to get away from here as fast as I can. Away from the horrid illusion I had once called a life. The sound of men shouting and the barking of tracker dogs make me run faster, fear of being captured and brought back to the horrid illusion that many actually quite enjoy. Me, being extraordinary flat footed however, tripped over a precariously placed stump, falling into a boar trap, hitting my head on the sides. My last vision is a cloud filled sky above me, and my last hearing was the sound of whooping men. Then, darkness falls on me.
I know not how long I was unconscious, but when I find the strength to open my weary eyes, I find myself wrapped in fur blankets, a roaring fire in the center of a very large tent. This must be heaven. Hell wouldn't be this grand, or this comfortable. Or maybe it would? Anything would be better than going back there, that's the truth. I notice movement to my left, and move my head to find a woman of the wild people. But strangely, I am too tired to be frightened of her, or the wild. I never was scared of them to begin with. I thought the way that they had lived was far more grand then the way my people did. I try to gain her attention.
"Excuse me, but how long have I been here?" She turns to me, apparently glad I am awake.
"You beat death, good. No talk, drink." She says in broke English, handing me a cup of something that is very warm. I don't intend on taking orders from a wild woman, even if she is trying to nurse me back to health in this nice, warm tent
"No, I need to know how long I've been here." She sighs and strikes a pressure point on my head, forcing my mouth open long enough to pour the liquid in. It has a nice taste, but it felt awkward when she hit the pressure point. Very few of my people know pressure points, and those who know it do it in secret. They say it's the devils work, even though it actually has healing properties.
"Enough talk, sleep now." I try to argue, but whatever was in the cup made me very tired, very fast, and I fell fast asleep.
Jacob
"E se entseng khanhlaanong le fosetes moloko. Mo beha mahala" I say, trying to convince the tribe of this. The elders are displeased with me, and will not listen.
"O sefahleho lerootho ea ileng a bolaea batho ba habo rona hobane feela ba ka se khonang. Molao oa rōna o re ho bolaea leha e le efe sefahleho lerootho, 'me re lokela ho etsa se tšoanang hona joale!." Old Quil says. The others nod in agreement, except my father.
"Ke lumela mora oa ka nepahetseng. Ke e-s'o bone enoa pele kajeno." He argues, giving me time to think of a solution.
"ke hore le habohlokoa hakaale? O mong oa bona, 'me molao oa rona re leha e le efe lerootho sefahleho re nkhape lokela ho bolaoa!" Old Quil shouts at him. I then had an idea.
"Nka Etsa'ng Haeba ke mo nyala?" They all look at me as if I said something wrong. But it's my father who speaks first.
"Na u kholisehile Jakobo? Re tseba ho hopola hae o ntse a aa ageletsweng ho uena." I nod my head, and the others debate it for a minute.
"Hantle haholo. lenyalo tla etsahala nakong ea bochaba-tsatsi ha a mo." I bow my head in agreement and leave, wondering if I made the right choice.
She did nothing against the tribe, set her free
She is a pale face who kills our people because they can. Our law says to kill any pale face, and we must do the same now!
I believe my son is right. I have never this one before today.
Is it important? She is one of them, and our law says any pale face we capture should be killed!
What if I marry her?
Are you sure Jacob? We know her mind is still embedded in you.
Very well. The marriage will happen at the rising of the sun when she is better.