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Show - 102 - she said. "Thank you, Wetekia. What is the condition of my son, Ruruku?" "His body is healing well, but his spirit is sick. He refuses to sneak to anyone. He takes nourishment only when forced to do so. His will to live seems gone, and we are worried." "Let me look at the leg," Turi commanded softly, throwing back the cloak which covered the boy. "The leg has been severed neatly and perfectly. Who performed such a task?" "A Pakeha doctor," replied Roa. "A trusted companion of my friend, Henry Busby." He hesitated and then added. "I had to make this decision, mv father. It was my judgment that this must be done, or my brother would have surely died." Turi was silent a long time. Finally he spoke. "It was a proper decision, my son. I still have a distrust of the Pakeha, which lies deeo within mv being and cannot be easily explained. Perhaps it is the difference of our ways and our gods. But your judgment x^ras x^rise in this matter." "My friend Henry Busbv thinks it possible that perhaps we worship the same gods under diff- |
