Yellow Hair suddenly looked frightened. She stood up abruptly, picked up her fringed doeskin dress and struggled into it. When her head appeared through the neck of the dress and she shook her hair free, she was crying again. No, she insisted, she couldn't do that. It would be wrong. Redbird thought she understood. This hungry, dangerous time was a terrible time for a woman to be carrying a baby. "You not want baby? Sun Woman makes tea keeps woman from getting baby." Yellow Hair talked for a long time. Redbird tried hard to follow what she said, asking questions and making her repeat herself. It had to do with Jesus, the pale eyes spirit Pere Isaac always talked about. Jesus would not like it if Yellow Hair went to bed with White Bear. Redbird remembered White Bear telling her that Yellow Hair was the daughter of a pale eyes shaman. The Jesus spirit might be a special spirit for her, then. _But I am also the daughter of a shaman. I can teach her what we believe._ "Jesus not here," Redbird pointed out. "We children of Earthmaker." But also, Yellow Hair explained, by pale eyes custom a woman who slept with another woman's husband was a bad woman. "White Bear _is_ your husband," Redbird said. "My father shaman. He marry you and White Bear." Surely that was more important than what a lot of pale eyes who were not even here to see might think. Among the Sauk, many would call Yellow Hair a bad woman for _not_ sleeping with White Bear. "We Sauk people. What you do with my Sauk man is good." Yellow Hair sighed and wiped her tears with her fingers. Maybe she would go to White Bear in the night, and maybe not. She spread her hands helplessly. She did not know what to do. Redbird saw that she could tell Yellow Hair no more. The pale eyes would have to make up her own mind. Yellow Hair gave Redbird a sad smile and thanked her for her kindness. And after Redbird had put on her dress and her moccasins, Yellow Hair gave her a little kiss on the cheek. With a wooden comb Redbird had given her, Yellow Hair combed out her long blond locks and began to braid them again. They rejoined Eagle Feather and Woodrow and spent the rest of the afternoon searching for food, returning to camp when the clouds overhead turned purple and the sun made a brief appearance, blazing like a prairie fire on the flat horizon of the marshland. Redbird bit her lip anxiously as they walked back to the camp. If Yellow Hair decided not to go to bed with White Bear, she might think, according to her pale eyes custom, that Redbird was a bad woman for saying she should. But what if Yellow Hair went to bed with White Bear and he came to love Yellow Hair more than he did Redbird? She had thought that could not happen, but now that she had spoken out, she was not so sure.