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                  Women, and a few men, had been moving through the camp, doing the usual

               morning chores of any society, lighting fires, starting to cook. As they saw the
               white  man  approach,  they  stopped  and  watched,  faces  expressionless,  as  he
               headed on down to the large teepee.
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               be called to a halt at any minute. But the men and women did not move. He
               realised that, after the initial interest, their combined gaze had now fallen on
               the teepee which he was nearing from the rear.
                  He moved slightly to one side, so that he could approach diagonally, and

               then reach the entrance flap at the front. As he moved, a figure stepped from
               behind the teepee.
                  ‘Captain Bond, what a pleasure to welcome you to our camp; and what a
               pity you did not obey my orders two nights ago.’
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                  ‘Where is she, Brokenclaw?’ He stood stock still, holding eye contact with
               the huge man who was now dressed in buckskin and wore a long hunting knife
               at his belt.
                  ‘Where is she?’ Brokenclaw’s voice was friendly. ‘She is safe, James Bond.

               She is here and she is safe. Why, do you wish to fight me for her?’
                  ‘That  was  my  intention.  One  to  one,  head  to  head,  Brokenclaw.  And  I’m
               quite willing to do it on your terms. You choose the weapons, so to speak.’
                  Brokenclaw put back his head and laughed. ‘You think you’re man enough to

               be a chief? All right, Captain Bond. There is one way we can find out if you
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               have the strength to be a leader of men. Come, I will introduce you to a little
               ceremony invented first by the Mandan nation. It was designed for just such a
               purpose – to choose leaders. It is called the torture rite of the o-kee-pa.’











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