“You say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest daughter, the most beautiful of his children.
“Yes, Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior.
“What do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?”
He watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question.
“I have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you and yours for the rest of my days.”
“I have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The c…