“Who you were,” Tarzan repeated, dropping silently to the earth. He walked toward her, each step a controlled storm. “You were a woman who understood the law of the jungle: do not take what is not yours. Do not trade fear for a trinket. You shamed yourself before the elders. Worse—you shamed me.”
“Forgive me,” she said, the words foreign and heavy. tarazan shame of jane
“This,” he said, “is nothing. You are my mate. You are worth a hundred villages. But you acted like a thief. And a thief in the jungle does not live.” “Who you were,” Tarzan repeated, dropping silently to
“I am not your property to be shamed,” she whispered, but her voice cracked. Do not trade fear for a trinket
“You are not of the village,” he said, his voice a low rumble that did not rise above the hum of insects. “You are not of the white men’s towns anymore. You are of the tribe. My tribe.”