Chapter 25: XXIV

XXIV Thus spoke the sage: the kings without delay Dissolve the council, and their chief obey. Pope’s Iliad A single moment served to convince the youth that he was mistaken. A hand was laid, with a powerful pressure, on his arm, and the low voice of Uncas muttered in his ear: “The Hurons are dogs. The sight of a coward’s blood can never make a warrior tremble. The Gray Head and the Sagamore are safe, and the rifle of Hawkeye is not asleep. Go—Uncas and the Open Hand are n…