not see these little ones abused.
114 It is far from their hour of womanhood. They must know the joy of a
tender courting, of a joyous marriage, they must not be taken like
whores. So I tried to save their honor. Perhaps I am a foolish old man."
115 "If the world, sir," said Screaming Hawk, "had more fools like you,
it would be a joyous place to live. As I told the other man, these
women have no one to care for them. They are used to their men handling
their property, they are going to need someone wise in conducting of
trade, to see to their needs, and I am sure the mother of these little
ones, in her gratitude for the saving of their honor, would make you a
home. Why do you not stay and care for them? I have little doubt they
would make you their Elder."
116 One of the little girls took the man's hand. "Please?" she pleaded,
"Please stay?"
117 The Merchant picked her up. "It appears," he said, "my days of
wandering are over! That I am now a man with great responsibilities!
Thank you, sir, for your trust. It will never be shamed."
118 "I have no doubt of that!" assured Screaming Hawk. "May you, too,
prosper in all things. Girls, why don't you take this man to
your house and tell your mother what he did for you? I am sure she will
do him honor!"
119 The other girl took the man's hand and led him away. "Now,"
announced Screaming Hawk, "I understand The Old Fox's Writings; 'In the
worst
of people is a little good. ' Without a doubt, that has been proven
THIS day!"
120 A Messenger ran up with news. "Warlock!" he cried, "an enemy force
equal to the one we