"If I have to carry you in my arms," said White Bear, "I will do that."
Now that she was determined to fight to stay alive, she smiled up at White Bear and pressed herself against him. She _was_ love. The power of a great spirit, perhaps that she-Earthmaker she had once thought of, filled her.
The Turtle, she thought, had said that many would die. But he had also said that a few would live.
She and her husband and her children, they would live.
19
The Band Divided
The setting sun, warming the flat land at the foot of a hill beside the Great River, cast deep shadows in the hollows of Redbird"s and Nancy"s faces. How thin they were getting to be. Fear for them wriggled snakelike through White Bear"s own empty stomach.
_Has Earthmaker abandoned his people? No--worse--this is the fate he has chosen for us. He bestows evil as well as good on his children._
Redbird said wearily, "What did the council decide?" She unfastened the sling in which she carried Floating Lily on her back and cradled the baby in her arms, frowning into the tiny brown face. White Bear knew what she was thinking. Floating Lily was too quiet.
White Bear said, "Black Hawk wants to go north and seek refuge with the Chippewa. He took the compa.s.s my father gave him out of his medicine bag and showed it to the chiefs and braves. He said we must follow its arrow north. But Iron Knife disagreed with him."
Redbird"s eyes widened. "My brother never disagrees with Black Hawk.
Black Hawk has lived three times as long as he has."
"Iron Knife spoke for many of the younger braves," White Bear said.
"They want to cross the Great River here, now, and bring the war to an end. Black Hawk reminded them that we have only three canoes. Each canoe can hold only six people, and two of those six must paddle back and forth. They would have to ferry nearly a thousand people. He said the long knives would reach us long before we all got across. Iron Knife said they would make rafts and more canoes. In the end the three chiefs and most of the braves said they would cross the river. Only a few have agreed to go north with Black Hawk."
It had taken a whole moon to cross from east to west, from their camp in the Trembling Lands to this place where the Bad Axe River emptied into the Great River. The land through which they pa.s.sed, following an old Winnebago trail, was rolling prairie at first. Then they plunged into country that was ever wilder and more mountainous as they struggled westward. At the last they had to cut their own trail. They marked their pa.s.sage with kettles, blankets, tent poles and other possessions too heavy to carry--and their dying old people who could walk no more, and their dead children. The only good thing about this rugged land was that it slowed down the long knives even more than it did Black Hawk"s people, who knew by the time they reached the Great River that their pursuers were two days behind them.
White Bear told Nancy in English what he had just told Redbird about the council.
"If the band is dividing, where will _we_ go?" Nancy asked.
"I asked Black Hawk--I begged him--to let you and Woodrow go." Anger crept into White Bear"s voice as he recalled Black Hawk"s stubbornness.
"He still refuses. He wants to take the two of you north with him."
Redbird said, "But pale eyes prisoners are no good to Black Hawk now."
White Bear was pleased to see that she had learned to get the drift of English conversations between him and Nancy. He did not like to feel that he was leaving Redbird out of anything, especially since he _knew_ Nancy now.
"True," White Bear said to Redbird in Sauk. "And if we meet up with long knives again they will shoot first and not think to look for pale eyes among us. I want to get Yellow Hair and Woodrow away from the tribe before there is another battle."
There had been one great battle with the long knives halfway through their trek, on the south sh.o.r.e of the Ouisconsin River. Many had died on both sides, but Black Hawk had managed to get most of his people away after nightfall. Right now White Bear could almost hear the huge army of long knives crashing through the forests behind them.
But Nancy shook her head violently. "I feel safer with you." Her eyes glistened with tears.
Ever since Redbird had encouraged Nancy to seek his bed, White Bear had feared that when the time came for their parting, it would hurt her badly.
And him as well. In the moon just past he and Nancy had joined bodies and hearts many times. Now it seared his throat to speak aloud his decision that Nancy must leave the British Band.
He sat down on a fallen tree trunk and reached out to her. Nancy came over and took his hands and sat beside him.
"With the band going in two different directions, this is your best chance to get away. You and I have loved each other, but you are still a white woman, and my people murdered your father. Why should you share our fate? And what about Woodrow? If you and he go together, you have a better chance of reaching safety."
She bent over, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "If you"re going to die, I want to die with you."
A moon ago, he thought, she had desperately wanted to escape from the British Band. Now her own heart was holding her captive.
Eve"s words to Adam as they left Paradise rose unbidden in his mind: _With thee to go, is to stay here; without thee here to stay, is to go hence unwilling._
"But no one wants to die," he said gently. "For you to stay now when you can escape would be madness."
It was a madness he felt himself. There was a part of him that wanted to keep her with him, to let her stay, however all this might end. He had to force himself to keep to his plan to help her get away.
Eagle Feather and Woodrow came from the woods along the south bank of the Bad Axe River, arms loaded with boughs for the wickiup that now they would not bother to build.
White Bear squatted down before Woodrow and grasped his shoulders.
"Tonight I am going to help you and Miss Nancy to get away from our band and back to the white people." He would be sorry to lose the boy.
Eagle Feather, standing nearby, said nothing. But his face, full of woe, told White Bear that he understood.
"I guess Miss Nancy and me could find our way to white folks if we follow the river," Woodrow said uncertainly. With the beaded headband Iron Knife had given him wrapped around his high forehead, and his face browned by the summer sun, he looked like a Sauk boy, except for his light brown hair. He seemed not much happier about leaving the band than Nancy.
"I"m not going to send you to find your way alone," White Bear said.
"I"ll go with you until I see you in safe hands. Prairie du Chien and Fort Crawford are south of here on the river. If we go in that direction we"re bound to meet some of your people."
"I got no people but you," said Woodrow. "You treated me better than my folks ever did."
White Bear felt a catch in his throat. He remembered how, seven years ago, he had fought against being sent from the tribe when Star Arrow came looking for him.
Eagle Feather"s blue eyes rested gravely on White Bear. "What about Mother and Floating Lily and me? Are we going to cross the Great River now?"
White Bear remembered again what the Turtle had said in his vision. He looked out at the river, tinged with red by the sunset, and felt a chill. Calamity, his shaman"s sense told him, awaited those who tried to escape by crossing the river again.
"No." White Bear looked over at Redbird, who held Floating Lily to her breast. "Day after tomorrow at the latest, the long knives will be here.
I want you to go with Black Hawk. Though I think Black Hawk has led us unwisely, still, to go north is safer. Three lodges, about fifty people, are going with Black Hawk. Owl Carver, Flying Cloud, Wolf Paw--they will follow him."
He shook his head sadly.
"What is it?" Redbird asked.
"Even Wolf Paw disagrees with Black Hawk about going north. He himself will remain at his father"s side, but he is sending his two wives and his children across the river. He thinks they will be safer. I think he is wrong."
He gazed out at the reddened river and shook his head again.
"Wolf Paw made the right choice for his family," said a deep voice behind him. White Bear turned to see Iron Knife"s huge figure, silhouetted by the setting sun. Behind him trudged a much smaller shadow whom White Bear recognized at once--Sun Woman.