Now White Bear understood why Redbird had finally come out. She and the boy must have been inside the wickiup all the time he was sitting out here, and the boy was about to burst. It would have been funny, except that a much more important discovery struck White Bear. He looked closer at the boy's urgent eyes. Blue eyes. White Bear's own eyes were brown, but Pierre's were blue. Could eye color be passed in the blood from grandfather to grandson? Around his eyes, in the narrow shape of his head, his long chin coming to a sharp point, White Bear could see that this boy was a de Marion. _This is our son! Redbird's and mine!_ Joy blazed up in his body like a fire that warms but does not hurt. He asked, "What is his name, Redbird?" She glanced over her shoulder at the boy. "What are you standing there for? You have to go. Go!" The boy ran off toward the woods. White Bear watched him. He ran well, even though he was very young and most uncomfortable. White Bear wanted to reach out and take Redbird into his arms. She turned back to him, her fists clenched at her sides, her nostrils flaring in fury. "_Now_ you want to know what his name is. Now, five winters after he was born." He turned to Sun Woman. "Does she have a husband?" Sun Woman raised her eyebrows. "There were many braves who wished to marry her. Wolf Paw was most insistent. He offered Owl Carver ten horses. Little Stabbing Chief of the Fox sought her. There were others, besides." Wolf Paw had wanted to marry her. That must have been the meaning of that strange encounter outside the camp. Wolf Paw probably wanted to kill him. "Please, Sun Woman, do not talk to this man about me," Redbird said. "You are his mother, and a mother to me. But you cannot make peace between us." "True," said Sun Woman, picking up her basket of herbs and bark. "Only you can do that, daughter." She turned to White Bear. "If Redbird does not welcome you into this wickiup I share with her and Eagle Feather, I cannot invite you inside." With that Sun Woman turned abruptly and trudged off toward the river. _Eagle Feather!_ Redbird threw an exasperated look after Sun Woman. Redbird's anger made White Bear feel as if one of the long knives' cannonballs had crushed his chest. Perhaps if he could put his arms around her she would remember how she had loved him. He took a step toward her, reaching for her. She stepped back quickly, bent down and picked up a rock. "Go away. Now!" _How graceful all her movements are._ The rock was gray and somewhat larger than her fist. It had sharp, irregular edges and looked as if it had been used to chip arrowheads. He said, "You would not be this angry at me if you did not want me back. Why did you refuse every man who asked for you?" Her face twisted with rage, she threw the rock. For an instant he was blinded as it hit his cheek, stunning him, and his head snapped back.