They didn't have far to travel, crossing the narrowest part of the river. By daybreak, they reached the village, tying Brebeuf and his comrades to a post.

"What are you going to do?" Jaira shrieked, punching her husband's chest as he stood back, unflinching.

"I'm not doing anything and you had better stop right now if you know what's good for you..." William threatened, digging his fingers into her wrist until she yelped, certain he was separating her fragile ...