Of the manner in which the savages ate a prisoner and carried me to the feast.

When the Frenchman had gone, one of my masters named Alkindar Miri (not the one who was sick) asked me what Karwattuware (which was the savages’ name for the Frenchman) had given me. He enquired also whether he was indeed my countryman, and I replied that he was. Then said he: “Why did he not give you a knife which you could have given to me?” and he was angry; and later, when they had been restored to health, the savages began to murmur against me, saying that after all a Frenchman was not worth more than a Portuguese, and I commenced to be afraid again.