Brebeuf grimaced but said nothing as the captive men were separated. Those who hadn't flinched to the right and those that had screamed in pain, well, they were added to the pile to be buried later. He had done his research and knew what was coming next. Straightening his shoulders he swallowed hard, asking God for boldness he simply did not have.

"Peter," he interrupted the chief, "You cannot eat these men." Gesturing to the ones who had endured the first round of torture. ...