would constantly kill on the wing with her
arrow, which not many could do besides her. By degrees I imbibed a
strong passion for the sport, attended as it was with considerable
danger, and was never so happy as when engaged in it. We remained
about two months in the woods, when the king was tired, and we
returned to the town, where I continued for some time to pass the same
kind of life as I had done before.

I should have been quite happy in my slavery from my affection to my
mistress, had not a fresh instance of the unbounded cruelty of the old
monarch occurred a few days after our return from the chase, which
filled us all with consternation and horror, for we discovered that
not even my mistress, Whyna, could always prevail with the savage
monster.

One morning I perceived that one of the king's guards, who had always
treated me with great kindness, and with whom I was very intimate, was
tied up to the executioner's post before the hut. Aware of the fate
which awaited him, I ran to the hut of Whyna, and so great was my
distress that I could not speak; all I could do was to clasp her knees
and repeat the man's name, pointing to the post to which he was tied.
She understood me, and eager to save the man, or to oblige me, she ran
to the large hut, and attempted to intercede with the old barbarian
for the man's life; but he was in an agony of rage and passion; he
refused her, lifting up his sabre to despatch the man; Whyna was rash
enough to seize the king's arm, and prevent the blow, at this his rage
redoubled, his eyes glowed like live coals, and turning to her with
the look of a demon, he caught her by the hair, and dragging her
across his feet, lifted up his scimitar in the act to strike off her
head. I sickened with horror at the danger she was in, but I thought
he would not strike. I had no weapon, but if he had done so, I would
have revenged her death, even if I had lost my life. At last the old
monster let go her hair, spurning her away with his foot, so that she
rolled over on the sand, and then turning to the unhappy man, with an
upward slanting blow of his sabre, he ripped him up from the flank to
the chest, so that his bowels fell down at his feet; he then looked
round at us all with an aspect which froze our blood, and turned away
sulkily to his hut, leaving us to recover our spirits how we might.

Poor Whyna, terrified and enraged at the same time, as soon as I had
led her to her hut, and we were by our