"How could you consider it honorable to make Indians part of our family after what they did to us?" It hurt Pierre to call those awful memories to mind. Yes, perhaps if he had been there and suffered as Raoul had, and had seen Helene raped and murdered, he might hate Indians as his brother did. Pierre said, "Raoul, when I was with Sun Woman I knew nothing of what happened to Helene and you. Once the war broke out in 1812 I was in effect a prisoner and had no word from the white world. The Sauk held me for three years from the start of the war. And then, when I found out--why do you think I left Sun Woman and Gray Cloud? And never returned, only sent messages through the priest, never tried to see them? It was because after I learned about Helene--about what they did to you--I, even _I_, Raoul, could not be with Indians anymore. It has taken all these years before I could face them again." Elysee said with a frown, "Raoul, you keep mentioning that this woman and her child whom your brother wishes to help are Indians, as if that in itself made them intolerable. Now, I could quite agree, if they were Englishmen--" Raoul spoke in a low, steady growl. "Being Indians does make them intolerable. They're animals." Pierre felt anger growing inside him. He was trying to understand Raoul, but Raoul's insults were becoming more provocation than he could endure. "Animals?" said Elysee incredulously. "Come now, Raoul. Surely you do not believe that. The red people are as human as we are." Raoul laughed bitterly. "Sure, you'd have to say they're human. Otherwise Pierre's mating with one of them would be like a half-witted farmer mounting one of his sheep." Something exploded in Pierre's brain and he heard his own cry of anguish as if from a long way off. He felt tears running from eyes blinded with fury. And when his eyes cleared, all he could see was Raoul's sneer. He burned to smash his fist into those so-white teeth under that black mustache, silence that filthy tongue. He lunged forward, fist drawn back. Raoul caught his arm in an iron grip, but the force of Pierre's rush threw his brother back against the great chimney. Pierre reached to grab Raoul's neck and slam his head against the stone. "Stop!" Elysee cried. The old man stood up more quickly than Pierre had seen him do in years and pushed himself between them. Suddenly afraid that his father might be hurt, Pierre forced himself to let go of Raoul. Every muscle in his body went rigid, and he trembled from head to foot. "You must control yourselves," Elysee said. "Pierre, you raised your hand against your brother." Pierre took a step backward, still shaking. How could this father reproach _him_, after what Raoul had just said? _The voice of Reason_, Pierre thought bitterly. _He does not know there are some feelings that cannot be reasoned with._ Pierre realized that he was still crying. Raoul, having let go of his arm, was looking at him with disgust.