Chief Long Knife's mother clucked her tongue softly. She'd been unusually quiet, keeping to the shadows since they'd joined the Mohawk tribe. Dark Star didn't question her, believing they were all grieving in their own way those they'd lost in the cholera plague.

"Crying is stopping your milk. This stress is not good. Torris is our future chief. For his sake, you must forget your own sorrow..."

On the surface, Small Bird's words seemed harsh yet Dark Star saw the ...