She was pale, but calm.
"What will they do with us?" asked Anne, a terrible thought dazing her.
"We are in the hands of God."
The boat moved diagonally across the river. When the forest-lined
shore was gained, the leader motioned his captives to disembark, which
they did. He put the remaining oar into the lock and pushed the
governor's pleasure craft down stream, smiling as he did so. Next he
drew forth two canoes from under drooping elderberry bushes and
motioned to the women and Brother Jacques to enter.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Brother Jacques in his best
Iroquois.
"Make slaves of the white man's wives," gruffly. "The squaws of the
Senecas long for them. And shall the Seneca see his favorite wife weep
like a mother who has lost her firstborn?"
"Ah!" cried the priest, a light of recognition coming into his eyes.
"So it is you, Corn Planter, whom I baptized Peter, whom I saved from
starvation three times come the Winter Maker! So the word and
gratitude of Corn Planter become like walnuts which have no meat?
Beware; these are the daughters of Onontio, and his wrath will be
great.
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