Her mind went blank. A mantle of blackness covered her eyes. When she came awake, Yellow Hair was sitting beside her, holding her in her arms and sobbing. The fat pale eyes woman was standing over both of them, tears streaking her face. She was holding a red blanket in her hands, offering it to Redbird. At the sight of the strange white face Redbird screamed and shrank away, pressing the baby in her arms to her breast. She pulled away from Yellow Hair, who sat on the ground and buried her face in her hands. The fat woman put the blanket on the ground and stumbled away from Redbird. She got a short distance and began to throw up, coughing and sobbing. The sandy-haired man went to her and held her. Redbird watched the anguish of Yellow Hair and the fat woman numbly. She hurt too much to have any feeling for anyone else. She understood that the woman had given her the blanket to wrap Floating Lily. She hitched herself over to the blanket and picked it up and wrapped it around the bloody bundle without looking at it. The bright red of the blanket, she thought, would keep Floating Lily warm. From some distance away the anguished cries of other people reached Redbird's ears. Others must have been hurt by the pale eyes villagers. Yellow Hair, still crying so hard she was unable to speak, moved beside Redbird and put her hand on the blanket. The crowd that had attacked the Sauk were gathered in a field beside the trail. The ten long knives on horseback had formed a line and had pushed them back. Too late. The fat woman seemed to have forgotten Redbird. She staggered away from the Sauk, screaming at the people in the field. It was impossible for Redbird to understand her words, but her voice was full of rage. Some of the people answered back, but in sullen voices Redbird could hardly hear. Redbird could not stand up. She felt no strength at all in her trembling legs. "Eagle Feather!" she cried. She called her son again and again. He came and stood before her. "Is Floating Lily dead? Did they kill her?" "Yes," said Redbird. Eagle Feather began to cry. "Why did they kill my little sister?" Redbird felt a touch on her shoulder. Wolf Paw's hand. His forehead was gashed and blood was running down into one eye that was swollen and shut. "I thought they killed you," she said. "It would have been good if they had." "No," she said, "do not wish that." Redbird sensed a silence and realized that Yellow Hair was no longer crying. She and Wolf Paw were staring at each other. Now, thought Redbird, Yellow Hair could have her revenge for her father's death, for her own suffering. All she had to do was tell the villagers who Wolf Paw was, the leader of the war band that had attacked Victor. The brave who had kidnapped her. The long knives could not--would not--stop the people from killing him on the spot.