"Chief Metztil, I will need your answer by this week. And I hope by then, will have at least 10,000 men ready to march. Any later, and I will look for other options."
Metztil recalled Alexander's tight deadline as he slowly made his way back on the horse, the details of the new deal still tucked inside his coat.
And recalling all the things that had happened, a range of complex emotions played inside him.
He had come here with his war paint on, readying to snatch all that was promised to him. Yet, he left with 'mixed' results.
The meeting with Alexander had been a very interesting one, to say the least, opening his eyes to so many different perspectives.
Among the many things that Alexander said, the ones that particularly stuck with him were the statements made about the state of the natives and the impossibility of their dreams.
