Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction; Sauk Indians -- Fiction
Owl Carver said, "Remember always, all people, even the pale eyes, are
children of Earthmaker. Whatever power Earthmaker gives you, never use
it against another person. If the long knives hurt you, you can ask for
strength to fight them yourself, but never call on the spirits to attack
them."
"Yes, Father."
_Even if they have killed White Bear, I will not use the power of the
spirits against them._
"Farewell, my child."
Redbird took Owl Carver's hand. "If you meet White Bear there in the
fort, tell him I am alive and Eagle Feather and Floating Lily are alive,
and one day we will all be together."
Wolf Paw stood beside her, watching Black Hawk, the Winnebago Prophet
and Owl Carver walk into the square of buildings. They were followed by
six blue-coated long knives pointing rifles at them and by a delegation
of Winnebago chiefs and braves.
She clutched the medicine bag tightly.
Her eyes clouded over. She saw a crowd of pale eyes with distorted
mouths, shouting. Terror seized her, and she tried to cry aloud, but she
could not. The white faces dissolved, and she saw a mound of earth in a
forest. Atop it was a willow wand with a small strip of red blanket tied
to it. Darkness closed in around her.
She felt strong hands gripping her arms. Her sight cleared, and she
realized that Wolf Paw was holding her.
"You were falling," he said.
"I am afraid," she said. "I have seen death on the trail before us."
Wolf Paw looked down at her with earnest eyes. He had aged so much! He
had untied the red horsehair crest from his head, a wise thing to do,
because there were pale eyes who might recognize him as a leading Sauk
brave and want revenge. He now had only a short, irregular growth of
black hair on the middle of his scalp and stubble growing around it, but
he still wore the silver coin around his neck.
He said, "Whatever we must face, you have more courage than any of us. I
have not forgotten many winters ago when the spirit Bear came to our
camp. I turned and ran while you stood fast."
She waved a hand. "It was only White Bear."
"We did not know that then. From that day when I ran and you stood, I
have always wished that a child of mine might possess your courage and
wisdom."
She remembered how he had pushed her aside the night she stood beside
White Bear and warned the tribe against going to war. She remembered the
woman's dress he had forced on White Bear. But the man she saw before
her was lost and grieving. He had lost his war. He had let his wives and
children be killed. He had failed himself. He had nothing left to
believe in.
So she only said, "Be as a father to the children I do have. Help me
protect them."
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