A Man Called Horse Page #3

You stand in sun all day,|all night...

until sun come again...

then suffer much pain.

God watch you now.

Now you ready for Sun Vow in...|holy lodge.

Hope for courage.

Pray Wakantanka|let you live.

I will live, Batise.

Oh, yes, and after|we get war party.

And England we go.

England?

Wherever you go, I serve you.

I serve you well, oui?

Oui, Batise.

You have served me well.

When do I kiss the bride?

You prove you man in Sun Vow,|and then she kiss...

Oh!

She kiss plenty... in white|teepee women make for you.

-That one?|-Mm-hmm.

She must make|pure in sweat bath.

Sweat bath?

Yes. Indian way.

She sweat, sing,|pray, make pure.

Medicine man pray|to Wakantanka,

that no bad things|come for she and you.

And then you have...|peace... and love.

Chief... Chief want me, too ...|need my tongue.

He speak about Shoshone.

Counted 'coup' scalps--|big medicine.

Oh, c'est bon, c'est bon.

Must show God you brave.

Must prove courage.

Now, you say why you should be|permitted to make Sun Vow.

Yellow Hand...

when you first|brought me here...

you said I was a horse...|an animal!

And to me, you were--|all of you-- mean...

vicious...

...ignorant, superstitious...

-No, no.|-...ugly, benighted savages.

No...

-No!|-Repeat it.

No.

Repeat it!

Repeat it.

Accurately.

To me, you are no different

from men all over the world.

When your stomachs are full|and you sleep the long night,

you know you must hunt again

for food.

And when you fight your enemies

and their arrows|pierce your skins,

you bleed like all men.

But it seems to me that you only|live to hunt your buffalo...

to fight the Shoshone...

and to have your women.

I know you would say to me,|''What else is there?''

Yellow Hand say your words good.

But, Medicine man say|your words not good.

Now, tell them this--

one day I will be a chief.

One day, I will be a chief!

Say, what proof you brave?

Suffer pain, yes.

Give up, now. Out.

He said because you white,|you weak, you give up.

Shame before Wakantanka.

Oh...

Medicine bag, bones, beads.

Good luck things. Great honor.

Jesus!

I am Tatankaska,|spirit animal, buffalo, white.

Speak the truth in humility|to all people.

Only then can you be a true man|and free of your chains.

I want you. My hunger is real.

But freedom|is what you mean to me.

When the chance comes,|I shall go.

I know. I know.

Grouse.

What did you say?

Grouse.

It's a small bird, Batise.

I used to shoot it in England,|a long time ago.

Hmm.

Batise!

What's the matter|with Yellow Hand?

Yellow Hand|take Bear Skin belt,

he swear to Wakantanka|never to retreat in battle.

He now want brave death...|to save his honor because

Black Eagle take Thorn Rose.

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