Elysee said, "I do not believe that Le Bon Dieu announces his intentions in dreams, Pierre."
Always the cynic. Papa had read too much Voltaire.
Elysee turned to Raoul. "But, Raoul, it does seem simple justice, what Pierre wants to do."
"What about justice for me?" Raoul came back. "Isn"t this my home as much as Pierre"s?"
Stung by Raoul"s bl.u.s.ter, Pierre said, "Raoul, you live more at your trading post than you do in this home."
To Pierre"s surprise, Raoul"s face reddened, making Pierre wonder what, exactly, Raoul was doing at the trading post. It had seemed natural that he would spend most of his time there, since Papa had given him the Illinois Fur Company when he divided his property between the two of them. But perhaps it was not only work that kept Raoul at the trading post night after night. A woman? Pierre found himself hoping it might be. A woman could be good for Raoul, civilize him a bit.
He had slept there last night. How, then, could he have learned about Pierre"s plans for Sun Woman and Gray Cloud?
_Is someone in our household spying on me?_
Pierre turned to Raoul. "How did you learn about this? I was going to tell you, but you found out before I could."
Pierre took some small satisfaction in seeing Raoul"s cheeks flush a deeper red, in seeing his hesitation. He had come storming in here unprepared to explain just how he knew about Pierre"s plans.
Raoul said, "I overheard you and Papa talking about it."
"Absurd! We did not speak of this till this morning. You were not here."
Could Armand have heard, and told Raoul?
Armand must certainly know about Marchette, Pierre thought. But he knew Armand would never directly attack him. Armand"s ancestors had come to America when this part of the country was still New France, and such people retained a feudal outlook. The poor fellow doubtless considered him far superior in birth and breeding. But he was capable of seeking some kind of revenge, such as turning Raoul against him.
Pierre opened his mouth to chide Raoul for setting one of the servants to spy on him, but he closed it again when he saw the look of self-righteous reproach in Raoul"s face.
His brother felt betrayed too. He had never stopped feeling betrayed since the ma.s.sacre at Checagou. Then how could Pierre expect him to be reconciled to what must be done now?
Perhaps it would be best to leave Sun Woman and Gray Cloud where they were. He could just send them gifts. Doubtless they were content. His own years with the Sauk and Fox had shown him what a good life they had, so simple, so closely attuned to Nature, so constantly aware of the things of the spirit. Those years had been the happiest of his life.
No, sending gifts from afar would not be enough. It would be as if he was hiding his Indian wife and son away, concealing his sin in the wilderness. As he had been doing all these years, to his shame. The boy, Gray Cloud, was flesh of his flesh, the only child he had in the world.
He was a de Marion as much as he was a Sauk Indian. He had a right to come here and to know what his heritage was. He had a right to know his father, in the time his father had left to him.
_I cannot face G.o.d and tell Him I turned my back on my son._
And that beautiful Sauk way of life, what a fragile thing it was! Powers were ma.s.sing, Pierre knew, to drive them from their homeland, to force them to choose--exile in the Great American Desert, or annihilation.
Knowledge might help Gray Cloud meet that threat.
From the depths of his chair Elysee said, "Pierre, it is quite obvious what is at the bottom of this. It is distasteful to speak of wills and inheritances, but it is best to be candid. Raoul is afraid that you will marry this Indian woman and make her son your heir in place of him. Can you set his mind at rest?"
Pierre stared at Raoul. Ten years ago, on the day of Pierre"s wedding to Marie-Blanche Gagner, Papa announced that he was getting on in years and was transferring ownership of the de Marion estate to Pierre, the older of his sons. This January, consumption had taken poor, frail Marie-Blanche, still childless. The place of Raoul, fourteen years younger than Pierre, in the line of inheritance was now a certainty.
Surely Raoul could not be afraid that Pierre would take a Sauk Indian boy who knew no other life but woodland and make him heir to the de Marion fortune. The notion was so bizarre that it had never even crossed Pierre"s mind. Papa, sitting in his chair by the fire day after day, reading, reading, would sometimes entertain the most ridiculous fantasies.
Pierre observed that Raoul looked equally startled.
Then Pierre saw Raoul"s expression change from surprise to dawning anger. Papa had inadvertently given Raoul a new reason to be angry.
Hoping to pluck out the suspicion before it took root, Pierre quickly said, "My G.o.d, Raoul, I have no intention of changing my will. The boy, who is called Gray Cloud, is my natural son, that is all. Since I have no legitimate children, you are my heir. Surely you see that."
Raoul"s black mustache drew back from his teeth. "What I don"t see, brother of mine, is why in h.e.l.l you couldn"t get a proper son in almost ten years of marriage with Marie-Blanche. That squaw use you up?"
Again Pierre felt like striking Raoul. His face grew hot.
Elysee asked, "How old would this--Gray Cloud--be?"
Pierre frowned, subtracting dates. "He was born in 1810. So he would have just turned fifteen." He turned again to Raoul. Perhaps knowing what he really did have in mind for Gray Cloud would calm his brother somewhat.
He said, "Pere Isaac, the Jesuit, visits the British Band regularly. I make offerings to the Jesuit mission in Kaskaskia, and I"ve asked him to teach the boy a little English, some elementary letters and ciphering.
Now I want to see Gray Cloud for myself. See what sort of person he has become. And I want him to know me. And, if I thought he could benefit from it, I might help him to be educated. I might send him to that secondary school in New York where our cousin Emilie"s husband is headmaster."
"Educate him so he can take over here?" Raoul demanded, and Pierre"s heart sank. Perhaps he should not have said anything about educating the boy. He had momentarily forgotten what a disaster Raoul"s year in New York had been, what with wh.o.r.es, drink, money thrown away at cards, brawls with street toughs and the police. The effort to educate Raoul had ended when he beat his Latin teacher so badly the man was in New York Hospital for a month. It had cost Papa a fortune to persuade the teacher not to press charges. Of course Raoul would be insulted at the suggestions that a savage Indian boy might succeed where he had disgraced himself.
"No, Raoul." Pierre shook his head vigorously. "At the most, I might want his mother and him to have a small bequest. Not even as much as will go to Nicole. So little you would never miss it. Surely you would not let greed for wealth and property come between us."
"I came here today to protect our family honor, and you call me greedy!"
Raoul"s broad chest heaved.
"What I propose _is_ honorable!"
"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.