He reached out to her, and she went back to lie beside him on the bed. It felt so good to be held by him, and it hurt so much to know that this was the last time they would ever lie heart against heart, she thought she would scream at the agony of it. * * * * * _Good-bye, Floating Lily, my daughter. I may never be able to come back here again. I hope you have begun your journey West. But if your spirit lingers here, know that your father is close by._ Redbird stood a moment looking down at the mound of earth, now covered with leaves, the strip of red blanket tied to the willow wand now faded. She rocked back and forth in the pale eyes shoes made of heavy leather that Yellow Hair had given her. She wailed softly in her sorrow for Floating Lily. Then she turned to Yellow Hair, who stood under a nearby maple. "You take White Bear here and show him." Yellow Hair nodded. They went back to Yellow Hair's carriage. The buggy was laden with food and blankets, and Redbird carried with her a heavy bag of gold coins given her by White Bear's grandfather. Used wisely, the gold would buy blankets and food, rifles and ammunition from the traders to help the Sauk get through the winter. Now they would not have to winter over at Fort Armstrong, but could cross over at once to join the rest of the tribe in Ioway. The wound in Redbird's heart ached constantly, and she sat bent forward on the buggy seat, her hands gripping her knees. As they rattled down the road to Fort Armstrong she felt some small relief at leaving the place where she had lost so much. She tried to tell herself that she was on the way to a new life. Yellow Hair said she didn't understand why White Bear was not with them. She wanted to know if he would follow Redbird when he got better. _She understands, but she does not dare believe he is going to stay with her. She thinks it is too much to hope for._ Redbird said, "He still your husband, Yellow Hair. You want him?" Yellow Hair's lips quivered as she asked, would Redbird not come back to be with White Bear? Redbird gritted her teeth. It hurt to have to explain to Yellow Hair. Redbird made the flat-hand motion. "He not follow me. I never come back here." Now Yellow Hair's eyes were glowing like turquoise set in silver. But she put a comforting hand on Redbird's arm. She wanted to know why. How could Redbird part from White Bear and he from her? Did it not hurt too much? "Yes, hurt much," said Redbird softly, watching the rutted dirt road pass under the wheels of the buggy. But Yellow Hair pressed her. How could White Bear tear himself away from the Sauk? "Pale eyes family now his people." But his son--how could he give up his son?