A warmth spread from the center of his body to hands and feet that a moment ago had been icy with fear. Knowing that he had not left his spirit helper behind when he left Saukenuk gave him new confidence. He held out his hands, palms up. "Let us go to meet my grandfather." The smile on Pierre's long face mirrored the glow Auguste felt inside himself. They remounted and rode around to a gateway in the west side of the fence surrounding the house. Auguste, with his newfound strength, endured the curious stares of the men and women gathered at the gate to greet Pierre. "Look, your grandfather is waiting for you," said Pierre, his voice ringing with joy. Before a doorway sheltered by its own wooden roof, an old man, a very stout young woman and a plump young man awaited them. The old man's eyes were blue like Pierre's but they seemed to glitter and to see deeply into Auguste. He was tall and thin and slightly stooped with age. His clothes were simple--a black jacket over a white shirt, and black trousers that tightened below his knees and ended in straps that ran under shiny black shoes. He leaned on a black stick with a silver head. His heart fluttering with excitement, Auguste got down from his horse and took a tentative step forward. The old man approached him, his expression as fierce as a hawk's. He looked hard into Auguste's face. The old man spoke to him in a language of the pale eyes, so rapidly that Auguste could not hope to understand him. Pierre said, "Your grandfather says he sees at once that you are a member of our family. He sees it in the shape of your eyes. He sees it in your nose, in your chin. He sees that like all de Marion men you are very tall." "What is my grandfather's name?" Auguste asked. "He is the Chevalier Elysee de Marion." "El-izay," Auguste said, and his grandfather clapped his hands and grinned. "But you should call him Grandpapa," Pierre concluded. "Grandpapa." That was another word Pere Isaac had taught him. Grandpapa gave a cackling old man's laugh, threw his arms wide and hugged Auguste. Auguste hugged him back, rather gingerly, fearing his bones might crack. A thought came to Auguste, and he let go of his grandfather. He hurried back to his horse and took out of the saddlebag the tobacco pouch he had packed along with his small medicine bundle. He went back to Elysee and held the pouch out with both hands. In his best English he said, "Please, I give Grandpapa tobacco." Elysee took the pouch and opened it, sniffed and grinned appreciatively. He and Pierre exchanged words. Pierre said, "I have told him that among the Sauk, tobacco is offered to honored friends, to men of high rank and to great spirits. This pleases him." "Thank you, Auguste," Grandpapa said. "I will smoke it in my pipe after we eat together." This time he spoke slowly enough for Auguste to understand him. Grandpapa now took the stout woman by the arm and pulled her forward.