Singing Arrow, Pierre is not calling
you to follow him. He is calling you to pick up his work where he had
to drop it. He died trying to save me. He wants you to help me now.
My wife is in the woods. You are to help me find her. Will you help
me, Singing Arrow?"
She shook her head. As she looked at me, scornful and sorrowful and
absolutely unmoved, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever
seen. I knew this remotely, as an unblest ghost might know a warmth he
could not feel.
"You do not need me. If your whisper cannot reach the white woman she
would not hear my shouts. I must go with my man."
"Singing Arrow, the Great Spirit is not ready for you. When he is
ready he will send. You must wait for him to send."
She did not shift her look from me. "Your Great Spirit is strange. He
tells you that you are brave men and good when you take other lives,
but he will not let you take your own. Why should you have power over
other men's bodies if your own does not belong to you? Your Great
Spirit may be right for you white men, but for me he speaks like a
child. When my man calls me I shall go." She dropped her eyes,
wrapped her blanket closer, and went away. I did not follow her.
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