Two days before the meeting with the chief, you make your way in a carriage to the Great Plain to the tribe of the Sioux. The air was fresh and a light wind was blowing. After a few hours, you could already perceive outlines of tipis and isolated clouds of smoke in the distance. Before you reach the Sioux's camp, a young good-looking man rides to meet you. The young man looks at you with a cocky grin and says You must be the child of the English king, am I right?
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