"We have arrived, monsieur," he called, and pushed the door inward.
Auguste blinked in the light of a dozen candles set on a circular chandelier. Across the room by the fireplace a book fell to the rug, a Kentucky quilt was swept back and a pair of long, skinny legs draped in a nightshirt swung over the side of a chaise longue.
"Grandpapa, don"t get up." But Elysee was already hobbling across the room to Auguste"s outstretched arms.
Elysee buried his white head in his grandson"s chest. Auguste held his grandfather tightly; the answering embrace was not as strong as it had been even a few months ago when the old man had visited him in his cell.
The fragility and weakness saddened Auguste.
Bare feet peeping from under another nightshirt pattered down a ladder from the second-story loft. Before he reached the bottom, Woodrow jumped and rushed to hug Auguste.
"I been staying here ever since we found out you were coming. So I could tell Miss Nancy right away when you got here."
Nancy. His heart raced as he remembered her in the witness chair defending him and standing up to Raoul"s abuse. He badly wanted to see her, to hold her in his arms.
But could he allow himself to feel so much for Nancy, when he hoped to bring Redbird here?
_That is looking too far down the trail. I may not live to see Redbird again._
Out there in the dark the enemy might be gathering even now.
"You still live with Miss Nancy, Woodrow?"
"She"s adopted me." The boy stared down at Elysee"s small Chinese rug.
"I guess that makes me your son too."
Auguste understood what Woodrow meant. Auguste had taken Nancy as his wife according to Sauk custom, and Woodrow knew it. He saw Elysee"s puzzled look, and knew that he might have difficulty explaining later.
But he must not hesitate now. He squeezed Woodrow"s bony shoulder.
"I"m proud."
"I"m proud of you, White Bear. I"m glad you came back. I"m off to Miss Nancy"s soon as I get my britches on." The boy scampered back up the ladder.
"Guichard, go get Nicole and Frank," said Elysee as he drew Auguste across the room and gently pushed him into a chair.
"They"ll be sleeping, Grandpapa," Auguste protested.
"They would be furious if we did not wake them," said Elysee, his falcon"s face severe. "And it is safest that we meet late at night."
Auguste wondered, was any time safe? Did not the enemy have eyes and ears for the night?
Auguste threw off the riding coat Guichard had given him in Galena and sat down in a straight wooden chair by the chaise longue, close to the welcome warmth of the fire. He noticed a pistol and a rifle mounted on brackets over the mantel, with two powder horns hanging beside them.
Guichard filled three small gla.s.ses with an inch of brandy apiece, drained one quickly and left the other two and the decanter on a small table within easy reach.
"I felt ten years younger when I saw Raoul"s face turn purple when he came into court with his rogues and heard that you had been spirited away." Elysee wiped his wet cheeks with a blue kerchief. "I cry so easily. I _am_ getting old."
"I am crying, too, Grandpapa."
Elysee turned a stern but still moist eye on him. "Enough crying, then.
Tell me everything you have seen and done since the trial."
Auguste described his journey to Washington City and the meeting with Andrew Jackson.
Woodrow, dressed now for riding, lingered to listen as Auguste repeated Black Hawk"s speech to Jackson. Then he solemnly shook hands with Auguste and left.
"Be careful out there," Auguste called after him.
Elysee said, "President Jackson, what sort of man is he?"
"His nickname, Old Hickory, is apt. He"s hard, very hard."
Auguste told about his refusal of Jackson"s offer of a post and being cut out of Black Hawk"s touring party.
Elysee shook his head doubtfully. "To take a position in the government might have opened up an excellent career for you."
Auguste shook his head. "I knew what Jackson wanted to use me for. The Bear spirit would tear my heart out if I ever consented."
Elysee raised an eyebrow. "You still believe in such things--bear spirits and all that?"
Auguste thought of his resolve to succeed as a white man. Even so, the Bear spirit was as real as his grandfather.
"I don"t just believe, Grandpapa. I know."
Elysee"s reply was cut off when a weeping Nicole pushed the door open, followed by Frank and Guichard. Auguste held his aunt in his arms, rejoicing in the strength he felt in her ample body. Guichard brought more chairs from a rear room and set them close to the fire. They sat in a circle, their backs to the dark outside.
"All this going from house to house isn"t safe," said Nicole. "Raoul is probably having all of us watched. He won"t feel he really owns Victoire as long as Auguste is alive."
Frank said, "He might know that President Jackson sent you back from Washington City. We"ve been getting regular reports from back East about Chief Black Hawk"s tour, and your name wasn"t mentioned."
"Do you have any news about the rest of my people?" Auguste asked.
Nicole said, "The Sauk prisoners who walked through here are being held at Rock Island."
Auguste said, "I must go there and find Redbird and Eagle Feather."
Hearing that she was still in Illinois, he wanted more than ever to rescue her from hunger and fear and captivity, to bring her and Eagle Feather here to Victoire.
_If I live to do that._
"Will you join the other Sauk in Ioway after you find your family?"
Frank asked.
Auguste shook his head. "No, I must take my rightful place here. I can no longer live as a Sauk. If we are to live and prosper, we must live as the whites do, each man holding and tending his own land. I want to show my people how it can be done. I want to take Victoire back."
A silence filled the room. A log on the fire broke in two with a loud crack, spattering sparks on the screen.
Auguste looked at each of them in turn. There was worry in Elysee"s eyes. Nicole"s full face was pale with fear, and Frank looked bewildered. Guichard, standing against the wall, sipped brandy.
Frank said, "But Raoul--he"ll try to kill you."