Chief Te Wharepouri looked carefully at the faces of those gathered around him. He knew he was dying and didn't have much time left. Each day saw his condition worsen, and as any loving father, he was concerned for the happiness and future of his daughter. He was a good judge of character, it had helped him remain alive all these years, and from this small group of friends he felt genuine familial warmth that transcended race or culture.

He raised a trembling unsteady hand and, ...