Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction; Sauk Indians -- Fiction
The long knives had sat silently beside the trail, letting their horses
graze while the people buried their dead. They did not seem worried that
anyone might try to escape. After all, where could a Sauk go in this
country? Once they might have walked freely anywhere this side of the
Great River. Now all who lived in this land hated them.
Redbird could not tell whether the long knives were ashamed that they
let these people in their care be killed. Maybe they were pleased, maybe
it did not matter to them. When the people came out of the woods, the
long knives stood up, silent and expressionless, and mounted their
horses again for the journey south.
Wolf Paw walked beside Redbird and Eagle Feather. Redbird missed the
familiar weight of the baby on her back, and started to weep again. Her
breasts, filling with milk that would not be sucked, began to ache.
After they had walked a long time in silence, Wolf Paw said, "I failed
you, Redbird. You asked me to protect your children. I sent my own wives
and my children to their deaths, and now I did not save your daughter. I
am not a man."
The pale eyes had not killed Wolf Paw, Redbird thought, but they had
killed his spirit. She would try to heal him. Nothing would bring back
Floating Lily, but perhaps she could give new life to this man.
When they stopped to sleep that night she lay on her back on the ground
staring up at the sky, Eagle Feather snuggled close to her, Wolf Paw and
Wind Bends Grass nearby.
A bird appeared on a tree limb overhead.
Even though it was night, she could somehow see that the bird's plumage
was a red as bright as the strip of blanket she had left on Floating
Lily's grave. Around his eyes was a black mask, and on his head a crest
of red feathers.
The bird flew to a more distant tree limb, and she felt that he called
her to follow him. She stood up, and none of the sleeping people noticed
her. She walked past a long knife on guard with a rifle, and he looked
right through her.
The bright bird darted into a black opening in the hillside above the
river, and Redbird followed. In the cave all she could see was the glow
of red wings far ahead of her. There were many twists and turns, and she
went down very far.
She began to see light ahead. It appeared so gradually that her eyes
adjusted to it easily, and when she came to a chamber that was brightly
lit she was neither dazzled nor blinded.
The walls of the chamber rose high above her, hard and smooth and clear
as ice, and they glistened with a light that seemed to be everywhere
behind them. She heard a murmuring and a rustling, and saw in niches cut
into the wall many kinds of creatures, plants and animals and birds. She
looked down at fish swimming restlessly in the dark pool that formed
most of the floor.
In the center of the pool was an island, and on the island a huge
ancient Turtle squatted on four wrinkled, gray-green legs.
_Welcome, daughter_, said the Turtle.
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Renegade
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