Admiration and surprise were blended, in his honest face,
with an expression that appeared to announce deep regret. As neither of
these individuals, however, was the principal personage of their party,
each was fain to remain an attentive and an interested observer of that
which followed.
"Worshipper of Baal!" commenced the sepulchral voice of the divine; "it
has pleased the King of Heaven and earth to protect his people! The
triumph of thy evil nature hath been short, and now cometh the judgment!"
These words were uttered to ears that affected deafness. In the presence
of his most deadly foe, and a captive, Conanchet was not a man to suffer
his resolution to waver. He looked coldly and vacantly on the speaker,
nor could the most suspicious or the most practised eye have detected in
his mien his knowledge of the English language. Deceived by the stoicism
of the prisoner, Meek muttered a few words, in which the Narragansett was
strangely dealt by, denunciations and petitions in his favor being blended
in the quaint and exaggerated fashions of the times; and then he submitted
to the interference of those present, who were charged with the duty of
deciding on the fate of the Indian.
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