"Let me go!" she screamed.
She suddenly whirled away from him and threw herself into the reeds. She tried to run, and in a moment was in water up to her hips. Frantically battering at the tall water gra.s.ses, she struggled to keep going. The mist was beginning to swallow her up.
Too surprised to move, White Bear stood watching her for a moment. She would surely die out there in the marsh, and she didn"t realize it. He plunged into the marsh after her. He drove his legs through the cold water. The mud sucked at his moccasins. By the time he caught up with her, he was barefoot.
He threw his arms around her. She thrashed about, turned and struck at his face with her fists. Her eyes were wild, like a trapped fox"s, her cheeks bright red, her mouth twisted and quivering.
"I"ve got to get away!"
"Nancy, you can"t." They were waist deep in water, and he felt his feet sinking into the mud.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her as hard as he could. "Listen to me!"
She went limp in his arms, and he had to hold her up.
"I can"t stay here. I won"t let them kill me!"
He pulled her toward dry ground, the cold water swirling around them, slimy mud tugging at their feet.
When they were out of the water, dripping, he said, "If there were any way you could escape from here, I"d help you. If you try to get away, you"ll die. There are miles of swamp in every direction. Only Black Hawk and a few braves know the way out. You"d drown or be buried alive in quicksand. Or the warriors would catch you, and they would kill you no matter what I did. And they"ll kill me if I help you try to escape."
"I"ll die if I stay here." Her eyes were dull with hopelessness.
"No, you won"t. I"ll take care of you. My family will protect you--Redbird, Sun Woman, Owl Carver, Iron Knife. You"ll be safe with me."
She leaned against him. "Auguste, I can"t bear being so frightened. My heart is so full of fear it will burst."
"The band will not free you, but they will not hurt you. They respect me. I talk to the spirits for them and heal them."
She took a long look at him and spoke more calmly. "You look so strange, dressed like a--like a--"
"Like a real Indian?" He tried giving her a little smile. For an instant a little life came back into her face.
_I can heal her fear, too, if she will let me._
He felt an inward glow as she managed to return a tremulous smile.
She said, "But you"re still that fine young gentleman who charmed me so, back at Victor, aren"t you?"
"Yes, I"m that man too." He looked down at her bare feet. "You"ve lost your moccasins. We must get you another pair." And she was lucky not to have a leech or two clinging to her feet; so was he. His moccasins were lost too. Clothing would be hard to come by, with the band on the run in strange country, but he need not make her feel worse by telling her that.
"I have to resign myself to staying with your people, don"t I?" she asked. "Thank G.o.d you"re here, Auguste. Maybe it was Providence that your uncle stole your estate from you."
_Yes, Earthmaker"s way is surprising_, he thought.
"One thing I must ask of you, Nancy. For your protection, you and I must go through a wedding ceremony. Then no one will be allowed to bother you."
"A wedding!" She let go of him and stepped away quickly.
His heartbeat quickened with anxiety over her apparent shock.
"Nothing to be afraid of. A simple ceremony." He recalled his wedding to Redbird last fall. He might be a shaman, but he"d not had the slightest premonition that he would go through the same ceremony with a different woman less than a year later.
"But you already have a wife. That pretty little woman who is ...
expecting." She reddened. "You told me she was your wife." Soaking wet, she turned forlornly away from him.
"In our tribe men may have more than one wife."
He expected to see contempt in her eyes, her pale eyes" morality outraged.
Instead she said sadly, "Is she the reason you would not do what I wanted the night you left Victor? Were you married to her even then?"
He had to force the words out. "No, but I did love her even then. And she-- That blue-eyed boy you"ve seen in our wickiup--he is our son. He was born after my father took me to Victoire."
She shook her head, the blond braids swinging. "You were honest with me.
You didn"t tell me about Redbird, but you didn"t make a fool of me, as another man might have. A man like your uncle. But how does your wife feel about me?"
What did she mean, _A man like your uncle_? Had Raoul approached her? He put that question aside while he framed an answer to her question.
"Redbird agrees to this wedding. She, too, wants to help you. If you are part of our family you will be protected. She wants that."
She stared at him. "But I"m a Christian! I can"t go through a pagan wedding ceremony to be your _second wife_. How could I do that to my father, a minister?"
He tried to sound rea.s.suring. "We will all know, you and I and Redbird, that it is not a real marriage. I"ve no doubt your Christian G.o.d will see and understand. And your father, if he sees you, surely he wants you to live."
_No, Philip Hale, as I remember him, might well expect her to die for her faith. He might well want his daughter to join him in the other world. But never mind._
He went on quickly, "Of course, you will not have to--know me, as your Bible says. In the sight of the tribe you will be my wife, that is all.
In our wickiup your virtue will be respected."
She laughed ruefully, but tears were running down her cheeks. "Oh, Auguste, remember how I begged you to marry me? I even prayed for it, would you have imagined that? And now my prayer has been answered. Only it didn"t turn out exactly the way I hoped, did it?"
White Bear"s heart filled up with a dark foreboding. Nothing had turned out as any of them hoped, but much had happened as they feared.
17
Uncle Sam"s Men
Tears filled Raoul"s eyes, blurring the newspaper and the letter on his candlelit camp table. His hands were cold as a corpse"s as he pressed them against the sides of his head.
_Oh, G.o.d! A drink! I need a drink!_
He reached for the jug beside the letter. A hand lifted the tent flap and Eli Greenglove slouched in.
The sight of him frightened Raoul. Did he know yet?