SNOW EAGLE

by

SHIRLEY A. ROE

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Copyright© 2010 Shirley A. Roe

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Actual places and historical references have been used only in order to place the location and timeline. Any interaction of the fictitious characters in these places or these actual events is pure fantasy.

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Limerick, Ireland

First Edition

2010

ISBN: 978-1-84961-075-9

Dedication

To a people whose lives were ruled by nature and whose love of all things enfolded into their own spirit, making them ONE with the “Great Spirit”. To all present day seekers, may we all find “Oneness” and peace.

Anthropologists, paleontologists and archeologists have discovered the remains of ancient logs that form massive, man-made structures once used to catch caribou, just beyond Old Crow Flats in the northern Yukon. The structures, which consisted of log walls higher than the caribou were known as “caribou corrals.” The log walls were fashioned with stone axes suggesting the corrals were used in prehistoric times. The animals entered at a place where the corral was about five kilometers wide. It gradually narrowed until the caribou were trapped, providing a convenient bin of both live meat and warm hides to feed dozens of families over the long Yukon winters. Carbon dating of fossil bones in the corrals determined they were 30,000 years old.

Notes from the Author

The Tlingit (pronounced “klink-it”) are an Alaska Native tribe and Canadian First Nations people. Their name for themselves is Lingít, meaning “people”. The Tlingit are a matrilineal society who developed a complex hunter-gatherer culture in the temperate rainforest of the southeast Alaska coast and the Alexander Achipelago..

Before the arrival of non-natives in the southwestern Yukon, the Tagish language faced pressure from the culturally dominant Tlingit language and was in the process of replacement. The Tagish people intermarried with the Tlingit and adopted their customs and language. Descendants of the Tagish identify culturally with the Tlingit.

The name Tagish itself is a place name, which means ‘it (spring ice) is breaking up'.

Due to the difficulty in pronouncing the Tlingit and Tagish names, the author has chosen to use their English equivalent. Here are some names, as they would appear in Tlingit for the reader's information.

Snow Eagle

dleit ch'aak

Red Hawk

x'aan shaayaal

Black Rain

t'ooch s'oow

Little Fawn

yagootl

Gray Wolf

law'ux gooch

Sunflower

gagaan k'eikaxwein

White Fox

xaldleit

Clouds of Thunder

goos xeitl

Songbird

t'sitskw

Charging Elk

watsix

Buffalo Woman

esevona'e

Earthquake

yoo aan ka.a'

Some of the tribes that the Tlingit traded with lived in the same area of Alaska, British Columbia and the Yukon.

Tlingits

Southeast Alaska and Prince of Wales Island

Tagish

Yukon and Northern British Columbia

Eyak and Chugach Yupuks

Gulf Coast of Alaska

Haida and Tsimishians

Queen Charlotte Islands

Athabaskans

Northern Alaska

Chilkats and Chilkoots

Chilkat Valley and Lynn Canal

As a proud Canadian, I hope you enjoy this fictional story set in a background of true historical fact. The mores and customs of the people are represented as accurately as possible to give a realistic account. Please understand that without a written history, folklore and legend is our most accurate basis for how the Tlingit lived. Enjoy!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

MOONS

CHAPTER ONE

Snow Eagle stood on the ridge above the village, surveying the valley and hills that surrounded their chosen place. His buckskin pants flapped mercilessly against his legs in the wind's fury. Small particles of dirt blasted his bare shoulders; he hardly noticed. His arms were folded across his chest almost defying the strong gusts to move him from his perch. A few stray dark hairs escaped their leather binding, assaulting his face as the thick gray clouds rolled over the valley like an avalanche of snow. His firm square jaw was set, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. His dark eyes methodically scanned the mountainous horizon and the village below. The summer village reminded him of a field of mushrooms. The round huts made of pelts had been adapted from tribes farther north. In winter, the Tlingit lived in permanent large, plank houses by the ocean. The pelt huts made it easy to pack up camp and move when the warmer summer months came to an end. Everything appeared peaceful at the moment, but for how long, no one knew.

A small ptarmigan appeared in the rocks pecking precariously at the ground; its spotted brown plumage showing patches of white was a sign that colder weather was approaching. Snow Eagle knew that soon the bird's entire body would be covered in white feathers, making an excellent camouflage against the snowy landscape of winter. This was only one of nature's signs that it was time to move.

After several minutes, satisfied that there was no danger, Snow Eagle turned and began his decent. Every step carefully placed as leather contacted rock and earth; aware that one wrong move and he would tumble to his death. His large, calloused hands caressed the rocks, smooth from years of wind and water; his palms could feel the wisdom of the ages in their surface. Their energy mingling with his as he gripped each handhold steadily and without fear. Muscles strained as he reached for hand and footholds. His bulging thighs moved his body powerfully down the cliff. Snow Eagle loved high places. As his name reflected, the eagle was one of Mother Earth's highly revered creatures and he was honored to bear its name. The wolf /eagle and raven, were the totem animals of the Clans of the north. Sweat mingled with water droplets on his bare back and chest, as darkening clouds released their heavy burden. It felt cool on his skin, refreshing. Snow Eagle smiled as he thought of Little Fawn waiting for him below. How beautiful she was; her raven black hair dappled with gray hung to her slim waist, her eyes as black as the night and full of wisdom. She would be irritated with him if he tarried much longer. Women worried about such foolish things, he thought to himself; however, he increased his pace without sacrificing his safety.

“Snow Eagle, where have you been? You know there is an important council meeting tonight. As Shaman of the tribe you have much to prepare, now get busy.” Her small hands rested on firm trim hips, a few gray hairs mingled with the raven black strands cascading down her back. He could not help himself. He reached out and pulled her to him, feeling the warmth of her small body against his. She wrestled against him in annoyance “This is no time for that, now where is your sage for smudging?” He laughed a deep rich laugh that made her feel warm all over. She looked up into his brown eyes and felt herself drawn toward him. Resisting the urge, she turned and continued stoking the compact fire in the center of the large round hut. Smoke drifted gently to the small cracks in the pelt walls, tiny flames awakening to her gently prodding.

“I was up on the ridge. It is important that no one surprises us during the council meeting. Stop worrying, I will be ready in time. Am I not always dressed and seated before everyone else? Now where is Gray Wolf, he will have to be here for tonight's discussion?” He moved towards a tied bundle in the corner of the hut and began to organize his ceremonial items, a large intricately carved pipe, headdress of eagle feathers, a leather pouch of tobacco and sage. The headdress was unusual in Tlingit society. Most Shamans wore a woven hat or carved wooden mask. The eagle feather headdress had been handed down to Snow Eagle from his uncle, the Great Shaman of the Tlingit people. Snow Eagle's uncle, now deceased, had taught him well. He was proud to wear it. The interior of the hide hut was warm and cozy but the wind and rain beat out its rhythm on the roof. He removed a packet of dried sage from the bundle and poured it into a large flat shell, ever conscious of nature's heartbeat in his ear.

“Your son is off causing trouble I am sure. He is head strong and stubborn and I fear that he will get all of us killed if someone doesn't convince him he is making a terrible mistake.” Little Fawn, wiped the perspiration from her furrowed forehead with the back of her tiny hand. In the other, she held a large stick used to roast a chunk of rabbit over the fire. “The Elders are angry. Does he not realize that he is putting all of us in jeopardy with his war raids and now this, what was he thinking?”

“He is young and fearless. Although he is a fine warrior, he does not have the patience and cunning of his namesake. A gray wolf knows to lay in wait for the prey, not rush head long into a confrontation that could get him killed. He is also a young man whose body demands physical satisfaction. Sometimes a man's desire overcomes his head. Wisdom will come with age, but we must ensure he lives long enough to learn.” The mention of Gray Wolf caused him to feel anxious. He didn't like confrontations of any kind and tonight; there would definitely be one. Snow Eagle loved his son but because of his own spiritual nature, he could not understand how a man took such pleasure in war and killing. Even hunting, made him sick, but Gray Wolf could kill a deer with one arrow, straight to the heart. He shook off the anxiety. Snow Eagle took his sacred rattle from the bundle and laid it beside the shell of sage. At the end of the rattle was a carved eagle's head, eagle feathers hung from worn leather strips over the full length; the wooden body of the rattle was rubbed smooth from years of use. It was one of Snow Eagle's prize possessions, handed down from generation to generation and he handled it reverently. As the tantalizing odor of roast rabbit and wood smoke filled his nostrils, he realized that he was hungry. He had not eaten since early morning. He moved towards the fire, anxious to fill his growling belly.

In another small hut in the village, Black Rain paced back and forth, his steps slow and hindered. His back was hunched under his wolf robe, his eyes downcast as he searched his mind for a solution. “We have to do something with Gray Wolf. He is a threat to all of us. This latest stunt will get all of us killed in our sleep. I'll suggest we send him off on a mission of some kind while we plan our move. Perhaps he could go to scout the way across the mountains toward the sea?”

“You know as well as I do, that our grandson would never agree to that and even if you order him, he would find a way to get out of it. He is cunning that one. It is sad that his impetuousness prevents him from being the great warrior he could be. He reminds me of another hot headed warrior many years ago.” The old woman pulled her deerskin robe tighter around her thin body as the wind blew through the narrow opening in the doorway. She rose to secure the hide that covered the door. “A nasty night, we will have to meet inside the long hut instead of at the sacred fire.” A shiver ran through her body, caused not only by the cold wind but also by the sense of dread that filled her being. Red Hawk was one of the most revered women of the tribe and her ability to see and sense future events was well known throughout the territory. There were times she wished that she could not see the future. Once again her thin body shuddered; wrinkled sad eyes rested upon her husband, who continued to pace on gnarled, arthritic legs. She remembered when he was strong, young and impetuous like Gray Wolf. But Black Rain had learned to control his impatience and had grown to be a strong responsible leader, one of the greatest the tribe had ever known. Her son Snow Eagle, on the other hand had been born with a more spiritual, gentle nature, which suited him well in his position as Shaman. “Snow Eagle will come up with something. Our son is wise, like his mother.” A small chuckle escaped her lips. Red Hawk's brother had been a great Shaman, as Snow Eagle's uncle, it was his responsibility to teach his successor. She sprinkled crushed Devil's Claw root into a small bowl of hot water and handed it to Black Rain. Hopefully, it would ease his aching legs. She placed a chunk of roasted grouse in a wooden bowl. “Now sit and eat, we have a council meeting to go to.” Her words rang positive, but in her heart the darkness grew.

Eight Elders, five men and three women sat crossed legged around a huge fire. The Council long hut was the only structure made of planks in the summer valley. Two large totems stood in either side of the door, one Raven, one Wolf displaying the two moieties of the Tlingit Clan. The fire gave the long, rectangular hut an eerie orange glow. Corners remained dark, shadows lurking like dark omens over their heads. The hut pulsed with the low steady beating of the drums. An outer circle of tribal members made up the council. Snow Eagle lit the sage and slowly pulled the fragrant smoke towards his body with his cupped palm. He started at his feet, working his way up his entire body in order to clear and cleanse his spirit. Slowly and ceremoniously the shell made its way around the circle moving in a clockwise direction, hands fanning the cleansing smoke over their bodies. Red Hawk seated to Snow Eagle's right, was the last to receive the shell. After cleansing she passed it to a young girl who immediately smudged the rest of the people in attendance and the entrance to the hut.

“Where is Gray Wolf?” Clouds of Thunder asked, irritation evident in his tone. He impatiently brushed a red spark from his buckskin with a leathery hand.

“He will be here shortly, his absence will give us time to discuss this situation before he arrives. I am aware that all of you feel my son has made a grave mistake.” Snow Eagle held up a Hawk's wing and passed it to Black Rain on his left, the customary signal for Black Rain to begin speaking.

“Our clan has become one of the most powerful in the Kwaan. Our traders travel many miles. Our trade routes are long and well known. Our warriors defend our village and bring us more slaves and power. Gray Wolf has insisted on making several raids on neighboring tribes. I agree that some of them, like the Squamish were a threat but his last raid on the Tagish was purely for personal reasons. The question is what can we do about it now?” Black Rain passed the Hawk's wing to Waving Pine, the tall, thin Elder to his left.

“I say we order him to return the girl immediately and take his consequences. I am sure they will kill him and solve our problem for us.” Waving Pine had no sympathy for Gray Wolf and his foolishness. Waving Pine fidgeted in an attempt to make his tall aging frame more comfortable on the hard ground. His name suited him well and although his hair was gray, it was still thick and full, making him a striking figure.

Stroking the Hawk's wing, Clouds of Thunder paused before he began. His large wrinkled hands were speckled with brown spots. “The man is a great warrior, it is only his manhood that drove him to take the girl. We could just release her and let her return to her tribe. We will be leaving for the sea in a few days. We can punish his impulsiveness in some way that will get his attention. Black Rain is right; we are now one of the most powerful and revered clans. We must do nothing to lessen our status.” He stroked the soft feathers of the Hawk's wing pensively before passing it on.

“I agree. Let her go as soon as we are ready to leave. It will take her at least one moon to reach her people and we can be long gone by then.” Buffalo Woman nodded in agreement, her white head bobbing up and down. The Hawk's wing trembled in her fingers as she slowly placed it in the lap of Raging Bull.

“I am getting too old for this nonsense. I say we banish him for good and he can take the woman with him.” Raging Bull, once a huge powerful man was now reduced to skin and bone. His toothless mouth slurred his words and his voice trembled when he spoke, the wing dropped onto the earth in front of him as his weak grip gave way. Sunflower reached over and retrieved it before it rolled toward the flame. Whispers could be heard throughout the group.

“My Father is right. Gray Wolf should be banished for endangering all of us. It will be difficult enough reaching the sea without an angry enemy on our tail.” Sunflower was one of the youngest elders, a few years younger than Snow Eagle. Her hair was light brown, almost golden, surrounding her brown skin like the petals of a flower. Her mother had been a white woman, who died shortly after Sunflower was born. Raging Bull had raised her to succeed him on the council and every part of her being was trained and honed to do just that. She could be a force to be reckoned with if she did not agree, but she was a stickler for tradition and custom. Respectfully, she passed the wing to Red Hawk.

“Gray Wolf needs to be punished for bringing the girl here and putting all of us in danger but I think that Clouds of Thunder is right. He is a courageous warrior and if we can find a way to control him, he will be a definite asset. Perhaps we can turn the girl's presence into an advantage. It is she that Gray Wolf values most. If she is with child, our tribes would be united but it will be long after we leave this place that we will know this for certain. The Tagish and the Tlingit could form a great nation.” Several gasps were heard in the long hut. The captive's pregnancy was not something they had considered however if there was a child, it could be a good omen. Many tribes had united in the past and become much stronger and very successful. Red Hawk's predictions were usually right. “Therefore, I say we take the girl with us and we discipline Gray Wolf in a way he will not soon forget.” She passed the wing to Snow Eagle, who would have the final say before the open discussion began.

“Because Gray Wolf is my son, I feel that I should not offer my opinion unless the rest of you desire to hear it.” He moved his eyes from one to the other looking for approval. One by one they nodded in affirmation. Sunflower glared at him but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded her agreement. Snow Eagle moved his gaze to Little Fawn, seated behind the Elders before speaking. She nodded, speaking volumes with her eyes. “It is my feeling that Gray Wolf will be a powerful leader one day. It is also my feeling that his impatience and impetuousness must be controlled. Punishment is the best answer in my opinion. I had not considered that the captive woman might be with child. If this comes to pass, it could be cause for celebration or have great consequences. I would have to travel to her father, the chief of the Caribou Hunters to inform him, hopefully before they plan a raid on us to recapture her. I would suggest that Gray Wolf should accompany me on this mission if it becomes necessary. What say the rest of you as to an appropriate punishment?” Just then an icy blast of air entered the hut, blowing tiny red sparks from the fire around the room. A tall, muscular young man stood defiantly in the doorway. He was a much younger, more handsome version of Black Rain.

“Starting without me? We have combed the area and there is no danger within a full moon of here.” He confidently swaggered to the place behind Buffalo Woman and settled his muscular frame on the soft earth. The hut was filled with an eerie silence.

“Gray Wolf, you will rise and face the council.” Snow Eagle's tone was serious and Gray Wolf rose immediately; the cocky smile quickly replaced by a serious frown. “We are just about to decide your fate. It is the decision of this council that you have made a grave error in capturing the daughter of the Tagish chief. We also feel that you have endangered your entire tribe with your actions. What have you to say before we pronounce your sentence?” Snow Eagle stared unblinking at his son. The eagle headdress and the red dye on his cheeks gave the older man a menacing look. There was no joy in his heart at this moment. His son stared back, open mouthed.

“Mistake! My warriors and I have wiped out most of the threats to this tribe. Taking the woman was my reward. I am shocked that this council thinks of it as a mistake.” Gray Wolf raised his voice, his confidence returning as he spoke. “Black Rain, you understand why I did what I did. You were once a fierce warrior like I am, taking the spoils of the raid and you Raging Bull, did you not take a white woman for your own, in a raid years ago?” His eyes rested on Sunflower, who returned her own cold steely gaze. “ I have come tonight to tell you that tomorrow we will ride north to take the Gwitchin. Once that is done, we can ride for the sea but the woman stays!” Defiantly Gray Wolf placed his hands on his hips.

“We will decide if she stays or if she goes.” Red Hawk glared at her grandson. “Gray Wolf you are too young and foolish to dare compare yourself with Black Rain and Raging Bull. These men have wisdom that you could only wish for. They have performed deeds of courage that would send you running for your mother. Now silence.” Red Hawk gave her grandson a look that defied argument. She turned her head toward Snow Eagle signaling the council discussion to begin. Gray Wolf, whose respect for his grandmother was great, reluctantly let his arms relax, hands dropped to his side as he waited in silence. He was still confused at the reaction, usually he was highly praised for his raids.

The discussion went on for hours; the fire was now reduced to a pile of red-hot embers. The warm hut was filled with the smell of perspiration and smoke. The rain had stopped and the hide that covered the doorway was pulled back to allow fresh mountain air to enter. It was finally decided that the captive would be removed from Gray Wolf's hut and kept by Black Rain and Red Hawk. Gray Wolf was ordered to stop all raids and begin packing up the village for their trek down to the sea. Gray Wolf's closest rival and Sunflower's son, White Fox, would replace him as leader of the warriors until the next council meeting but it was ordered that no raids were to take place. The warriors were to patrol the area for any aggressors, striking only if attacked. The satisfied council dispersed as the harvest moon stood high overhead in the black night sky. Snow Eagle and Little Fawn were grateful that their son had not been banished from the tribe and were most agreeable to the punishment. Take from him what he most desires and you will get quick results. Hand in hand, they returned to their hut, the moon casting a golden glow over the village.

Gray Wolf was livid. They had taken from him the two things he wanted most, his power as lead warrior and his woman. He lay in his hut alone, every muscle in his body tense and rigid. Anger coursed through his veins. He wanted to grab the woman and leave but his upbringing prevented him from disobeying the council. They expected him to pack up the village like a slave woman, while White Fox led his men. White Fox would try to turn this to his advantage. Gray Wolf and White Fox had fought to decide which one of them would be the leader of the warriors. White Fox was never satisfied with the decision. Gray Wolf could not imagine doing menial work in front of the other warriors. The others would laugh at him; he would be shamed. He could not believe what had happened. He thought the Elders would be proud of what he had done. He intended to bask in glory at tonight's council meeting, not be disciplined like a child. He tossed and turned for hours. The words of an old native love song haunted him:

‘To me, your love is the pain of fire traveling downward, the pain moving down. To me your love is a sickness. It is like a body all boils, on fire. She will be taken far away, and leave me. My body is numb because of what I said, Goodbye my love.' Over and over in his head, he could not stop the song. It tormented him. Sleep avoided him for most of the night but exhaustion final overtook him and he fell asleep as the sun started to rise in the east.

Several days later, the entire tribe assembled to move out. Hides, food, belongings and tiny children were packed on travois, which would be pulled along as they traveled over mountains and through valleys to the sea. Many beautiful woodcarvings, famous throughout the land, were safely stowed in the bundles ready for trading. Once the tribe reached the sea they would live in long houses, each family together under one roof. Snow Eagle, Black Rain and Red Hawk led the procession of four- dozen men, women and children along the riverbank. Gray Wolf angrily pulled a heavy travois loaded with hides and wood for shelters. Small children pointed and gestured at him as they passed. His anger festered. Little Fawn and Sunflower walked with the captive between them. Little Fawn watched her as they walked. The captive was young, barely a woman with large dark eyes full of fear. Little Fawn spoke to her but received no reply. The girl walked, eyes downcast, petrified of the unknown. Little Fawn decided to call her Frightened Deer, since they did not know her name and she could not be referred to as ‘the captive' forever. This young woman's state would dictate their future. White Fox and two warriors, Dancing Bear and Salmon Catcher took up the rear, ever watchful for anyone following them. Dancing Bear was a huge man, with a jagged scar down one cheek; although he was intellectually slow, his size was his greatest asset and he was White Fox's closest friend. White Fox was enjoying his new position of authority. If he had his way, it would be permanent. He needed every advantage and his large friend was easily influenced. He promised Dancing Bear that he would be his second in command once the change was permanent. Dancing Bear grinned from ear to ear as he lumbered along at the back of the pack.

As they rounded the curve in the river, several of the travelers looked back with regret, to the fertile valley that had been their home for the warmer summer months. Women carried babies on their backs in leather pouches; men carried packs filled with weapons, tools and food. The journey would be long and hard but once they arrived at the sea, food would be plentiful and the climate would be more temperate. Their valley would soon be filled with ice and snow, making it impossible for them to survive. Slowly, one behind the other, the band walked the beaten paths used for centuries by their ancestors.

CHAPTER TWO

The weary travelers stopped for the night. They had climbed the trail for several days and were now near the place where the ice melt formed the river. Ice-cold water dripped from the side of the rocks, a thin stream cascaded down over the rock cliff forming the river below. Water bags were filled to capacity with the clear refreshing liquid. The water was too cold to bathe in but sufficient to wash away the dust and dirt from the trail. Children were settled for the night under the stars and a fire was lit. The weather was mild during the day but the nights were growing colder and the fire would provide the warmth and the light they needed. Gray Wolf, still bearing the weight of his punishment, carried firewood into the center of the camp. Dropping the wood carelessly, he spotted Frightened Deer, as she was now known, walking towards the river with Red Hawk and Buffalo Woman. The young woman's step so light and easy compared to the two old women. Her long, black hair swinging as she walked. Just the sight of her brought an aching to his loins and a pounding of his heart, why could they not return her to him? He was obsessed with nightly thoughts of her, as he lay on his blanket alone. The shame of performing the work of a slave was nothing compared to the ache in his heart for Frightened Deer.

Snow Eagle sprinkled tobacco on the fire to ask the Great Spirit to watch over them on their travels. Through the rising smoke, he watched Gray Wolf's eyes follow Frightened Deer to the river. His son was hurting but perhaps this would teach him a lesson. If the Caribou Hunters had attacked them in the valley, they all would have been slaughtered. As it turned out, most of the Tagish men were off on a hunting party when Gray Wolf and his warriors rode into their camp. This was the only thing that had saved them from certain slaughter. Gray Wolf had taken the woman on impulse, but it was obvious that his feelings for her ran deep. Snow Eagle would consult Kah-shu-gon-yah, the Great Spirit that controlled the sun, moon, stars and daylight for guidance in handling the situation with Gray Wolf and Frightened Deer. He chanted: ‘Mother Earth, Father Sky we are your children. With tired backs we bring you gifts you love. Then weave for us a garment of brightness, its warp the white light of morning, weft the red light of evening, fringes the falling rain, its border the standing rainbow. Thus weave for us a garment of brightness, so we may walk fittingly where birds sing, so we may walk fittingly where grass is green. Mother Earth, Father Sky.'

As he stared at the large clouds against the darkening sky overhead, Snow Eagle thanked the Great Spirit for the people of his village. Although he could not understand Gray Wolf's warrior heart, he realized that Great Spirit gave each person a gift, a talent that would benefit the entire village. He smiled when he thought of Little Fawn and the way she fussed over everything. Whether a blanket or a basket, every detail had to be perfect, it was her way. His mother Red Hawk with her gift of sight, many times she had saved his people. He was filled with gratitude and peace.

Seated on a large rock, Red Hawk watched the young woman washing herself. Frightened Deer had not spoken since she arrived at their camp. Carefully, she washed her long hair, combing it out with a bone comb that Red Hawk had given her. Her large eyes came to rest on Red Hawk and the old woman saw such sadness there. “Frightened Deer, please tell me what you are thinking. We will not harm you. Gray Wolf should not have taken you from your home but you are here now and we are now your people. You must try to adjust.” Slowly she approached the young woman. The language of the Tagish and Tlingit was very similar, so Red Hawk knew that the girl understood what she was saying. She placed a wrinkled hand on the younger woman's shoulder. Frightened Deer stiffened at the initial touch but Red Hawk did not move. After a few minutes, she turned and crumbled into Red Hawk's waiting arms, sobbing as Red Hawk held her close. The old woman closed her eyes, her body rocking, calling for a vision. Suddenly she saw a baby. Strong and handsome, a son of Gray Wolf surrounded by Tlingit and Tagish alike all smiling down on him. Could this young woman be the bearer of their future chief, a leader of a united nation? Or did they face certain death at the hands of the Tagish? Red Hawk returned her attention to the sobbing woman and rising slowly, led her back to the camp.

The trail grew rugged and climbing much more difficult during the next few days. Travois had to be hoisted up the rugged mountainside and small children and women had difficulty climbing on the rocky, often narrow ledges. Frightened Deer stayed close to Red Hawk but still not a word was spoken. The trail led the tribe from bare rock to thick, green forest and back to rock cliffs. For days and days they traveled always with their eyes on the setting sun as their guide. Late one evening, a sudden storm drove them into caves along the mountain cliffs. Rain pelted them mercilessly. The deep, dark caverns provided shelter from the torrential rain and jagged spears of lightening that lit up the sky. The thunder echoed in the caves with near deafening volume. The tribe split into two groups, finding shelter in two separate caves.

Snow Eagle took advantage of this time to find a solitary cave where he could meditate and commune with Spirit. As Shaman, in complete solitude he could travel spiritually to other worlds. Several thousand yards from the communal caves he found one that suited his purpose. The cave was small with an opening only wide enough for a man of his size to squeeze into. Once beyond the entrance, the cave widened into a round area approximately ten feet across and slightly higher than the top of his head. Remnants of a fire long extinguished told him that another traveler had used this cave before him. He added dry kindling and wood and the flames roared to life. Snow Eagle stripped himself of his wet clothing and sat beside the fire. The heat felt good on his naked skin. The orange and red flames danced higher and higher creating strange shadows on the ancient rock walls. Several faded painted figures decorated the wall, telling of a hunter who long ago took shelter there. He lifted his pipe, filling the bowl with tobacco and special herbs that would help him reach the spirits. A small tendril of smoke rose from the bowl of the pipe. He lifted the carved pipe to his lips and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke as long as he could before exhaling. Several times he raised the pipe. He had placed a number of large rocks in the fire and once they were hot, he carefully moved them to a smaller pit. A bowl containing a small amount of water sat beside it. He carefully poured the cool water into the pit. Hot rocks and cool water produced an instant steam that cleansed and warmed his entire body. He chanted: “Aho Mitakuye Oyasin…. All my relations. I honor you in this circle of life with me today. I am grateful for this opportunity to acknowledge you in this prayer….

To the Creator, for the ultimate gift of life, I thank you.

To the mineral nation that has built and maintained my bones and all foundations of life experience, I thank you.

To the plant nation that sustains my organs and body and gives me healing herbs for sickness, I thank you.

To the animal nation that feeds me from your own flesh and offers your loyal companionship in this walk of life, I thank you.

To the human nation that shares my path as a soul upon the sacred wheel of Earthly life, I thank you.

To the Spirit nation that guides me invisibly through the ups and downs of life and for carrying the torch of light through the Ages. I thank you.

To the Four Winds of Change and Growth, I thank you.

You are all my relations, my relatives, without whom I would not live. We are in the circle of life together, coexisting, co-dependent, co-creating our destiny. One, not more important than the other. One nation evolving from the other and yet each dependent upon the one above and the one below. All of us a part of the Great Mystery.

Thank you for this Life.”

The herbal mixture was taking effect and he stared into the flames. Soon visions of men in battle appeared, many men, women and children lay dead and bleeding, a village burned as they fought. Snow Eagle listened as the voices of the spirits spoke to him. Your people have come to a fork in the road. One way leads to unity and success, the other to death and destruction. Both will have many obstacles. Be wary, there is evil amongst you. Confused, Snow Eagle asked Spirit, “How will we know which way to choose? Who is the evil one?” He waited but received no answer. The heat from the steaming rocks caused him to perspire greatly. His eyes became heavy and his head began to swirl. He watched as the walls of the cave seemed to move first toward him and then away. Soon he stretched out beside the low burning fire and fell asleep hoping for an answer in his dreams. He awoke with a start when he was sure he felt the cave shaking around him. He soon realized that he had been dreaming of an earthquake. Puzzled, he wondered what the spirits were telling him.

The torrential rain continued for more than a week, holding the travelers captive in the caves. Red Hawk and Frightened Deer stayed close together performing whatever duties were necessary but never speaking. Gray Wolf and several of the men were in the second cave, but his thoughts remained with Frightened Deer. As he sat cross- legged on the damp earth, his knife transformed a piece of hardwood into the form of a small deer. Every detail was carefully carved and tenderly rubbed until the wood shone. Next to him, Salmon Catcher worked on a long pipe, manipulating the block of wood until the figure of a large salmon began to appear. He brushed the wood chips from his lap, some of them landing on Gray Wolf. His friend, lost in thought, didn't notice. The two continued in silence. Carving was a way for the warriors to relax, taking them inward to contact their inner spirit; balancing the fierce warrior personality with the gentler spiritual side. Balance was very important in all things. The Tlingit's art was highly valued by the surrounding tribes and was traded for shells, flint and shale, wooden beads or any other specialty of the trading tribes.

Little Fawn went about her chores, preparing food and sewing. Her stitches were small and tight. She took care with everything she did, always striving for perfection. She missed Snow Eagle terribly, but accustomed to his respites, she waited patiently with the others for the rain to stop. She concentrated her efforts on the buckskin shirt she was making for him.

Climbing high on the ridge about a mile from the tribe's camp as the rain finally ceased, a lone warrior stood. The Caribou Hunter was looking for smoke to reveal their hiding place. His face bore the marks of war, three black horizontal lines on one cheek. His tunic of caribou hide strained over his massive chest, thick fur resting comfortably over his broad shoulders. The rest of the Tagish band waited in a cave below. Charging Elk watched the tiny tendrils of smoke rising just over the ridge. He had found them. A satisfied grin crossed his lips. He surveyed the area before carefully making his way back to the cave.

Charging Elk returned to the cave and informed his six companions that the quarry was about a day's journey in front of them. Six young bucks could travel much faster than nearly fifty men, women and children pulling their gear. Soon they would return the chief's daughter to her father and kill the Tlingits in the process. Victory would be sweet for the young band of warriors and Charging Elk intended to take the young woman, known to them as Songbird, as his own. The young Caribou Hunters sent up a war whoop and began dancing the warrior's dance in their tiny hillside enclosure.

Finally the rain let up and the Tlingit group moved on. White Fox and Sunflower walked alone, far enough behind the others that their conversation would remain private. “His punishment will end soon. You must make your move if you want to stay lead warrior. Gray Wolf is too head- strong to lead the men against our enemies. You would be much better suited for the job but you will have to prove how badly you want it.” Sunflower looked at her son. He was tall like his father but there was something in his eyes that could not be deciphered. White Fox's father had been a cruel man. Sometimes she thought it was evil that she glimpsed in her own son's face, but denial quickly set in. Sunflower was determined to do whatever she thought best for the entire tribe and in her opinion, Gray Wolf had to go.

“Just tell me what you want me to do Mother and it will be done. Gray Fox has been a thorn in my side for a long time, always winning the competitions by one more arrow or one blade length closer than mine. His time has come.” Once again Sunflower saw that strange look in her son's eyes-a distant, far away evil look. She turned away and continued walking; her mind kept busy thinking of a plan, while keeping her own suspicions at bay.

Red Hawk watched Sunflower and White Fox together. Something was amiss with those two; she knew it in her gut. Later that day she went to Snow Eagle and warned him. “She is up to something. You two have known each other all your lives and she never got over your taking Little Fawn for your wife instead of her. That son of hers is truly evil, he frightens me Snow Eagle.” Red Hawk watched her own son become pensive at her words. He was a gentle, spiritual man without any malice or selfishness. Often he could not see evil in others when there was none in him. “You go and warn Gray Wolf before he comes to harm. I am telling you, those two are up to no good.” Snow Eagle pensively watched his mother walk away, Evil is amongst you, he could not forget the warning of the spirits. She left her son alone, hoping he would heed her warning. As she walked through the camp, Red Hawk knew she should not wait. Having little patience and wanting to stay in control of the situation, she deciding to take her own good advice. Red Hawk went to find Gray Wolf herself.

“But grandmother, what is it that you think White Fox would do? You seem frightened. You don't think he would try to harm me?” Gray Fox loved his grandmother but she was getting old and perhaps a little senile.

“Don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy. You are in danger; just watch your back. Sometimes you are more like your trusting father than your fearless grandfather.” Red Hawk tilted her head back to look deep into the dark eyes of her grandson. How he reminded her of Black Rain. “This should not be one of those times, now keep your eyes in the back of your head. Something evil is in the wind.” Red Hawk reached up and patted her grandson on his shoulder before she turned and walked back to camp, leaving Gray Wolf wondering just what he was in for. Pensively, he moved to a wall of stone beside the trail. He sat with his back against the cliff, unconsciously following her orders. He could take White Fox, one on one, but he had seen the other man take a less than honorable stand on several occasions. His grandmother was right. It was no secret that Sunflower held a grudge against his father and White Fox would do whatever she told him to. Sunflower's intelligence combined with White Fox' craving for power would be a deadly combination. He would be very careful from now on. Another few days and he would be back in charge of the warriors and if he was lucky, Frightened Deer would be returned to his hut. He felt the heat rising in his chest as he thought of her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her cheekbones were high and her large eyes gave her face a doe-like innocence. He remembered the feel of her hair against his face, soft and sweet smelling. He would talk to Black Rain about having his woman returned to him. His grandmother's warning was quickly forgotten as thoughts of Frightened Deer filled his mind.

Snow Eagle pulled Little Fawn to him as he lay beside her near the fire. The night sky was black and studded with stars. “Show me a sign Great Spirit, just something to help me know what must be done, what significance is the earthquake?” he prayed. But the sky remained black and silent, as his body grew warmer with the heat of his wife's body pressed against his own.

The next morning Snow Eagle expressed his concern to Little Fawn. “I can get no answers. I must travel to a solitary place where I can sweat and fast to find the answers I need. I will leave today and catch up with you shortly.” Sensing her displeasure, he raised his palm to stop her from speaking. “Don't argue Little Fawn, I must find the answers to ensure the safety of all of our people. There will soon be a decision to make and it is imperative that I make the right one. Only if I travel to the other world will I find these answers. Gray Wolf will be back in charge today, he will keep everyone safe.” With that he began to pack a small bundle for his journey. She stared at his back, torn between anger and understanding. Snow Eagle could not rest until he communed with the Great Spirit and as the Shaman of the tribe it was his duty to advise his people in the words of Spirit. She understood all of this in her head but in her heart she felt alone and deserted each time he left her. She picked up some dried rabbit and handed it to him for his journey and then she walked away so he would not see the tears in her eyes. Snow Eagle stared at her back; she never questioned him. It was one of the things he loved about her. He finished packing and went to his Father.

“I will reinstate Gray Wolf today. You go and find your answers, my son. You know the trail well; it will not be difficult to catch up with us. Go under the safekeeping of the Great Spirit.” Black Rain put his arm around his son's shoulder to show his support. Moving slowly, he left to find Clouds of Thunder and Raging Bull. Together they would reinstate Gray Wolf and order the journey to continue. Hopefully Sunflower would not hear of it until it was already done. Black Rain knew that she would fight him all the way to keep her own son in a position of authority for even a few more days. Sunflower was always concerned for the good of the tribe and as an Elder she had earned his respect, but White Fox was another matter entirely. Black Rain had known many men like him and many of them had taken the lives of good men before they themselves went to join the Great Spirit. His aching legs carried him slowly towards his destination. If only I was young and whole once more, how I would lead the warriors, his thoughts took his mind off his pain and a smile crossed his wrinkled lips as he remembered the days when he, Clouds of Thunder and Raging Bull rode together. He stopped to talk to Buffalo Woman but found her asleep. How frail she looks, old age is creeping up on all of us.

“But what is the rush, the man's punishment will end in two more days, why not wait?” Raging Bull sat cross- legged facing Black Rain, spittle dripped from his toothless mouth. Clouds of Thunder, his gray head bowed was seated to his left but remained seriously silent.

“The rush is that Snow Eagle has left for a spiritual quest and we need Gray Wolf back in his position of authority for the safety of everyone. White Fox does not have the experience or the temperament to lead the warriors in the event of an attack. I know he is your grandson, Raging Bull but even you have to admit his motives are suspect.” Fearing he had crossed the line with his old friend, Black Rain turned to Clouds of Thunder for support. The third elder looked from one to the other thoughtfully, before finally speaking.

“You are not discussing your grandsons my friends, you are discussing the welfare of the tribe. In this case, I agree with Black Rain. Gray Wolf is much better at leading the men into battle or in fending off an attack. I say he is reinstated today, however the girl stays with Red Hawk.”

Raging Bull nodded to his two friends. “So it shall be. Call him in here now.”

Clouds of Thunder went to find Gray Wolf and returned within minutes. Black Rain, in the presence of the other two Elders, reinstated Gray Wolf, but not until he requested an apology and a confirmation that Gray Wolf had learned his lesson. The reinstatement meant only one thing to Gray Wolf.

“Does this mean Frightened Deer can come back to me now?” Gray Wolf could not contain his excitement.

“No, this means you will go and lead your men. You will go and watch our backs while we travel over the ice fields. Now leave before we change our minds.” Black Rain barked at Gray Wolf angrily, who rushed away with great speed. “Young men, they only have one thing on their minds,” he mumbled to his two old friends.

“Well, I remember when three such young men had those very ideas many years ago.” The three old friends laughed, warmed by their fond memories of a youth well spent.

Gray Wolf found the warriors at the pass between the two cliff walls. “I have been reinstated White Fox. You may go and ask your grandfather if you do not believe me.” Gray Wolf moved off to talk to some of his friends. He was back where he felt comfortable. He was a warrior; a protector of the people and this was where he belonged. The other warriors welcomed him back with great jubilation. White Fox's controlling personality was not popular with the other warriors. White Fox's dark eyes stared daggers into Gray Wolf's back as he was greeted by the others. Fists clenched, the veins on his neck standing out, White Fox turned and stomped away to find his mother. Dancing Bear followed behind unsure of what had just happened. All he knew was that his friend was angry.

“How did this happen? Why did someone not call an Elder council? I demand to know why I was not included in this decision.” Sunflower paced around the fire where Raging Bull and Clouds of Thunder sat. Black Rain stood behind his friends with Red Hawk, watching the younger woman's fury. A few feet behind her, White Fox fumed.

“You were not here and a decision had to be made. We have made it and that is that. White Fox, we thank you for taking Gray Wolf's place but now he is back in charge. Sunflower I suggest you go and cool off in the waterfall before you say something that you will regret.” Raging Bull spoke to his daughter with authority, his voice regaining some of its former strength. It was up to him to defuse this situation right away. Sunflower and White Fox stomped away, both with shoulders tense and fists clenched. The young man turned back to glare at the Elders before following his mother. The look caused an icy chill to run down Red Hawk's spine. “I am afraid we have not heard the last of this.” Raging Bull sadly told his friends.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly and the little band headed for the ice fields. Snow Eagle had been gone since early the previous day and Gray Wolf was back in charge of his men. White Fox walked with the warriors but his anger was festering. Even Dancing Bear's incessant chatter could not distract him from his fury. “So why is Gray Wolf leading the men now, White Fox? I thought you were the lead warrior.” White Fox ignored him. “Why are you angry? Are you mad at me? Are you White Fox?” Dancing Bear continued to talk, oblivious to the fact that no one was listening. “Does this mean I don't get to be your second in command? Does it White Fox?” White Fox stared straight ahead, his dark eyes filled with hatred.

The people knew that once they reached the ice fields the journey would be treacherous. They must cross, without rest, for two days and it was a difficult task that they faced. Although the air was still warm, the temperature of the ice would freeze their feet unless they were properly covered with fur boots. The travois' would slide easily on the ice but would be heavy in the layers of snow they would encounter. Wanting to make up time during the final approach on solid ground, the band walked with increased energy. Her strong muscles enjoying the faster pace, Sunflower's mind was swirling with possible courses of action. White Fox should be leading the men, but it looked as if only Gray Wolf's death would bring that about. Gray Wolf had put her people in danger and it was up to her to correct the situation. The old ones could not see the obvious, being blinded by Black Rain, who only wanted to protect his grandson. She needed to win Buffalo Woman, Waving Pine and Clouds of Thunder over to her side but first she needed a plan. Looking up she caught sight of Red Hawk and Frightened Deer. A plan began to form.

CHAPTER THREE

Late that night the tired band camped on the high ground overlooking the ice field. Usually the people would walk on through the night but the women and children grew tired. Buffalo Woman seemed to be laboring. Coming upon the mossy outcropping above the ice, the elders made a decision to stop. There was no moon, making the night very black as the travelers retired. Red Hawk and Frightened Deer slept soundly on the mossy ground.

A dark figure watched menacingly from the shadows. Silently, he crept towards the sleeping women. With great speed, his hand went to Frightened Deer's mouth to stifle her screams, as he dragged her sleepy body away from the others. The young woman stumbled as she was pulled through the sparse trees, twigs and branches scratching her skin. Reaching the clearing the man flung the terrified woman to the ground, stuffing a piece of leather into her mouth to silence her. White Fox quickly opened the front of his buckskin trousers and fell on top of her. At the same time and with some difficulty, he attempted to pull her long leather dress up to her waist. The horrified woman struggled silently against his attack with all of her strength.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed White Fox' shoulder and jerked him roughly to his feet. Gray Wolf glared with hatred in his eyes, his hand crushing the shorter man's shoulder. White Fox looked up and laughed in his face. “What is the matter, don't you want to share your captive?” Gray Wolf let his fist fly. It found its mark in White Fox' face, blood dripped from his lip. The two wrestled on the ground, as the frightened woman pulled the bunched leather from her mouth and sat staring, frozen with fear. Gaining the advantage, the larger Gray Wolf pulled his blade from its sheath. Sitting on White Fox' chest, he raised it over his head poised to strike, anger surging through his veins.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Gray Wolf.” The startled young man turned towards the voice, finding Red Hawk and Black Rain standing behind him now holding the shaken, Frightened Deer between them. “Release White Fox now.” Gray Wolf's anger boiled. At that moment every fiber of his being wanted White Fox dead. Respect and tradition wrestled with anger, hate and the need for revenge.

White Fox took advantage of the distraction to roll away from Gray Wolf. He swiftly ran back towards the fire in the center of the camp. Gray Wolf slowly rose and faced his grandparents. “He tried to couple with her. Ask Frightened Deer what happened, I saved her from White Fox.” His hate filled gaze followed White Fox toward camp. “ I'll kill him.” Black Rain grabbed his furious grandson's arm and propelled him further into the clearing.

Red Hawk with Frightened Deer, returned to the camp where they were greeted by most of the tribal members, still sleepy and rubbing their eyes. In the center of them all, White Fox was loudly reporting that Gray Wolf had taken the captive and attempted to run off.

“If I hadn't stopped him, he would have run off with her. He disobeyed the council. That is the kind of man that is leading our warriors. He even tried to kill me when I discovered his plan.” White Fox turned and looked defiantly at Red Hawk. “The old woman will tell you. She saw him try to kill me.” Many of the men shouted that Gray Wolf must be called up before the council; some demanded his death. Dancing Bear was working himself into a frenzy as he listened to White Fox. He joined the others demanding that Gray Wolf be killed; in his muddled mind this meant that he would become White Fox' second in command. He yelled louder, encouraging the others. Sunflower stood smugly watching from the outskirts of the camp.

Out in the clearing, Gray Wolf was starting to calm down. “Your impetuousness has gotten you in trouble once again. I understand that you were protecting your woman, however White Fox will turn this around. You will be the accused. He has planned this well, or should I say Sunflower has planned it well.” Black Rain sat beside Gray Wolf; his tone was serious as he watched his grandson's frustration.

“He dragged her to the clearing and we both know what his intentions were. When the others hear what White Fox did, they will demand his death.” Gray Wolf stood and paced, small twigs snapping under his fur boots, his fists clenching. His immaturity and inexperience were blatantly evident in his attitude, as well as his words.

“You have been a fool. When will you learn to study your adversary? Red Hawk and I knew that you watched over Frightened Deer every night. If we knew, then so did Sunflower. She knew you would follow White Fox if he grabbed your woman. Your possessiveness is obvious to everyone. You must learn to be cunning. Use your head, man! If Red Hawk and I had not followed, someone would have died. I am sure he intended to kill you one way or the other and I would not doubt that someone else was waiting in the woods. Sunflower is no fool, there will be an alternate plan now that you are still alive.” Black Rain knew that they were about to find out, just what the alternate plan was. It was imperative that he calm Gray Wolf and prepare him. The young man must learn to keep his emotions in check.

“Red Hawk, did you see Gray Wolf try to kill White Fox?” Clouds of Thunder, old bones moving slowly in the cool night air approached the two women. “Answer me woman, does White Fox speak the truth?” Red Hawk stared past Clouds of Thunder to the smug, cocky face of White Fox. She remained silent.

“It is obvious that she is protecting her grandson.” Sunflower walked into the circle, placing her hand on her son's shoulder in a sign of support. Everyone was talking at once; wood was piled on the fire. There would be no sleeping tonight. Black Rain and Gray Wolf returned to the camp. Cries of outrage led by Dancing Bear met them as they took their place in the circle. Sunflower and White Fox sat arrogant and defiant, watching the frenzy grow.

Black Rain knew that he had to take control of the situation quickly. Little Fawn and Red Hawk moved to his side as he began to speak. Little Fawn filling the empty place left by Snow Eagle in his absence. “White Fox has misinformed you,” Black Rain shouted. More jeers and demands for Gray Wolf's life drowned out his voice. Red Hawk stood to get their attention. Slowly the crowd quieted, the respect for the matron Red Hawk, winning out over the furor.

“White Fox is right. I did see Gray Wolf try to kill him.” She raised her hand to still the crowd who were reacting to her words. “However, what White Fox did not tell you is that he stole her from her bed and was trying to force himself on Frightened Deer. Luckily, Gray Wolf was on watch. It is White Fox that should be on trial here, not Gray Wolf.” Loud whispers made it apparent that the people were questioning what had happened but not convinced. Dancing Bear shouted that Gray Wolf was a liar. He waved his huge arms and stomped his feet.

“My son stopped Gray Wolf from running off with the captive, do not try to turn the situation around Red Hawk.” Sunflower shouted inciting the crowd to more jeering and fist waving. Black Rain called for silence once again.

“There is only one way to settle this. Red Hawk, bring Frightened Deer to the circle.” He watched as Gray Wolf prepared to object but his grandson surprised him when he remained silent. Perhaps there was hope for this young man. Gasps of surprise filled the night air. Sunflower and White Fox looked at each other knowingly. The woman did not speak. She was no threat.

Red Hawk escorted Frightened Deer to the center of the circle. The young woman was terrified. She kept her eyes downcast and hugged her arms to her chest. Black Rain rose and addressed the frightened woman. “It is up to you to decide the fate of these two young men. Tell the people what happened tonight.” He looked at Frightened Deer, his expression begging her to answer him but she remained silent. The silence of the night hung like a heavy black curtain as the people held their breath. Even the dull-witted Dancing Bear paused and waited.

“Well, if you will not speak then you must show us. Did one of these young men pull you from your sleep?” He repeated the question once again sternly. She looked into his eyes and hesitantly nodded her head in the affirmative. “Which one?” Black Rain was trying to be patient with her, knowing the importance of her answer but his patience was wearing thin. Red Hawk held her breath; Frightened Deer had been captured by Gray Wolf and taken from her home. This would be an ideal time to have her revenge. Slowly Frightened Deer raised her eyes and looked first toward Gray Wolf and then White Fox. Everyone watched in silent suspense, muscles tight in anticipation.

Sunflower took a step towards her. The intimidated young woman stepped back, bumping into Black Rain. “Sunflower, return to White Fox now,” Black Rain ordered. Reluctantly, Sunflower took a few steps back however the spell had been broken and Frightened Deer cast her eyes downward once more. Her arms, once again hugged tightly over her chest.

Little Fawn walked over to the frightened young woman and grasped her hand, “Please Frightened Deer, just point to the one that took you from your blankets,” her voice pleading. Frightened Deer once again raised her eyes. She cast her eyes first on Sunflower and then Gray Wolf. After several minutes, she hesitantly pointed to White Fox.

“She's lying, she is Gray Wolf's squaw. Of course, she would lie for him.” Sunflower was enraged, however the rest of the people were staring at White Fox.

“Did he try to hurt you?” Black Rain pressed on. The young woman nodded once again. “Did Gray Wolf come to save you?” She looked at Gray Wolf and nodded in the affirmative. A collective gasp rose from the group. Slowly Gray Wolf walked towards her, his eyes fixed on hers. Slowly he offered his hand to her. She hesitated but finally placed her hand in his. Red Hawk signaled the people; the crowd parted and the two walked from the circle. Red Hawk and Little Fawn were as surprised at the young woman's response to Gray Wolf as they were at the silent, mature way Gray Wolf had reacted to the situation. Black Rain watched his grandson with pride.

“White Fox you will come and face the council.” Raging Bull roared loudly, shades of his once powerful essence apparent to everyone. “Sunflower, step aside and allow the man to approach us.” Black Rain and Red Hawk returned to their place in the council circle as White Fox came forward, loudly protesting his innocence and shouting accusations at Gray Wolf. Dancing Bear ran into the circle yelling frantically for everyone to listen to White Fox. Most of the people ignored him, but Waving Pine took his arm and guided him back to the others outside of the circle. Dancing Bear was Waving Pine's grandson and the older man had raised the youngster since he was three. The slowwitted youngster's parents were killed in a raid. He went willingly with his grandfather but confusion showed on his face. Why didn't they believe his friend? Why was everyone angry at White Fox now?

Sunflower returned to take her place in the circle, aware that her son would be severely punished. Guilt filled her heart as she took her place but responsibility to the council, as always, won out and was foremost in her mind. The lone drum began to beat. The sound of a mournful pipe filled the night air from the outside of the circle.

Gray Wolf and Frightened Deer wandered to a secluded area overlooking the ice field. He held her hand as they sat staring at the vast white expanse before them. The next day the entire band would begin their trek across the frozen ice. “Thank you for what you did this evening. I know that you must hate me for taking you from your home.” Gray Wolf looked into her large eyes and felt himself drowning in her gaze. She did not speak but raised her palm to his cheek. She let her hand rest there as she stared into his eyes. A line had been crossed and she knew that now that he had saved her, her life belonged to him. She had no hope of seeing her people again, as custom dictated; she was now his woman.

“You are my woman and these are your people now. I mean you no harm, I will keep you safe.” The two young people returned their stare to the ice field and sat silently hand in hand for hours, each lost in their own thoughts. Later, Gray Wolf resisted the urges of his body and returned Frightened Deer to Red Hawk's sleeping blanket that night. Black Rain's words echoed in his mind. You must learn to be cunning.

Back at the camp a decision was reached. White Fox was bound and left tied to a tree under guard. The others all returned to their blankets in an attempt to gain a few hours sleep before the sun rose. The two warriors that were responsible for White Fox sat on either side of him, knives drawn. Burning Branch and Moon Man were two of the bravest warriors of the Tlingit tribe. He would not escape.

High in the mountains, the sun was barely visible in the orange morning sky when Snow Eagle emerged from his tiny cave. He had fasted for days and his body was weak from lack of food and excessive sweating in the steam filled cave. As was his custom whenever he was on his Spiritual quests, Snow Eagle would prepare the sweat and go without food for days in order to cleanse his body and open himself to receive the Great Spirit. He still had not found the answers he sought and frustration was growing in him. The night had been restless. He had dreams filled with warning, Evil has come, this is only the beginning. He knew he had to return to his people, they were in danger but from what, he did not know. Standing on the narrow ledge surveying the area and the beauty of the orange and red sky, he observed a movement below. Backing against the ledge to remain unseen, he watched as a band of seven warriors ran through the valley. He recognized the thick Caribou pelts and he immediately knew who they were. The Caribou Hunters were stalking his people. They came to reclaim the woman. His chest tightened with panic. Weak from fasting and knowing he could not possibly warn his people in time, Snow Eagle returned to his cave and began to chant. He asked Kah-shu-gon-yah, to watch over his people and to give him the answers he sought. His mind kept wandering back to Little Fawn and Gray Wolf making his meditation impossible. Snow Eagle took some of the dried rabbit from his pack and began to eat. He filled his water bag from the water dripping down the side of the mountain and drank thirstily. If he could not get the answers he sought, then he must regain his strength and return to warn his people. Gray Wolf's impulsiveness had placed them all in jeopardy.

The seven men wearing three horizontal lines on their cheeks, ran swiftly through the grassy valley, attempting to make time before they began their slower ascent up the other side. Soon they would reach the ice fields; they knew that the travelers they followed would not make camp until they had crossed the ice. Once the Tlingit reached the rocky outcroppings on the other side of the ice, they would camp for several days. This is when the Caribou Hunters would strike. The quarry would be weak, tired and vulnerable. Above, Snow Eagle was also reaching this conclusion. He knew that he would have to travel quickly and this required taking the more dangerous mountain trail. He could reach the rocky outcropping on the other side of the ice before his people, if he could maneuver the steep cliffs and excessive heights that would take him there. He had taken the trail only once before, when he was a much younger man but now he had no choice. He had to get there before the Caribou Hunters, who would have to stay back in order to be hidden from sight while crossing the ice. This would give him some extra time for the treacherous climb. He chewed the rabbit slowly, letting the food dissolve slowly in his empty stomach. In his head the spirits warned, the evil grows.

First to rise back at the camp was Waving Pine. He relieved himself near the swaying trees, his tall silhouette blending with the early morning shadows. The dewy mist lay thick over the moss-covered ground, casting an eerie spell over the camp. He wandered towards the place were White Fox was tied. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, his body going stiff at the sight that greeted him. A piercing screech left his lips as he discovered Moon Man's bloody body slumped against the tree. A few feet away, Waving Pine's nephew, Burning Branch lay face down. There was no sign of White Fox. People began to arrive at the base of the huge tree, where Waving Pine stood holding a sliced rope. “Someone has released White Fox and killed these two warriors. We must hold council before we pack up. One of you go and fetch Gray Wolf.” Waving Pine rolled the blood soaked body of Burning Branch over, a deep sadness in his eyes. A gasp escaped his lips. “This man lives, quickly carry him to the fire.” Two of the men lifted the blood soaked warrior.

The group sat around a roaring fire, the Elders all seated solemnly as the council was called to order. Gray Wolf had been ordered to take some of the warriors and go in search of White Fox, with the explicit instructions to bring him back alive. Dancing Bear had insisted on riding with them, against the better judgment of Gray Wolf. Dancing Bear's size was an asset but his allegiance to White Fox was causing Gray Wolf great concern. However, taking some time to reconsider, he decided that Dancing Bear could be used to his best advantage and allowed him to accompany him.

Around the fire, Frightened Deer sat silently behind Red Hawk. Sunflower stared blankly into the flames. Raging Bull watched his daughter suspiciously from across the circle. One of the younger members of the tribe escorted Buffalo Woman to the fire. The old woman was wrapped in a buffalo robe and shivered in the early morning air. Her breath came in short gasps. The buffalo robe was her trademark. Although buffalo were not common in the higher elevations, Buffalo Woman had once lived in the plains much further south. “Now that Buffalo Woman is here, we shall begin. I do not want to think that one of our own people released White Fox but there is not much doubt. Now if the guilty party will come forward, we can be on our way across the ice field before mid day.” Black Rain's eyes scanned the circle and came to rest on Sunflower before he continued. “If Burning Branch lives, he may be able to tell us who has done this.”

“Why do you look at me like that Black Rain? I didn't set my son free and stab Moon Man and Burning Branch. I would never kill one of our own. I am an Elder of this tribe and my people's safety is my only concern.” Sunflower looked frantically at her people for any sign of support. No one would look at her. In her heart she wondered if White Fox might be Nukw-sati, one seeking evil power to use against others. No, she would not believe it.

CHAPTER FOUR

Snow Eagle rose early. His pack was light and he felt much stronger than he had the morning before. With silent determination, he started his trek toward the jagged top of the mountain. Nothing would stop him from trying to save the people he loved.

Back in the tiny Tlingit camp, Little Fawn awoke with a start. In her dreams she saw her husband high on a wall of rock, alone and precariously perched. He was in trouble. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she raised her hand to wipe the perspiration that dripped from her forehead. She looked around at the trees and moss that surrounded her, relieved that it was just a dream. Still the terrible feeling of doom would not leave her. Sending up a silent prayer to the Great Spirit, she rose to join the others. Everyone was in turmoil, when she reached the fire pit in the center of the camp.

“We must go over the ice field now. The weather can turn quickly and we could be trapped here for weeks. We will not arrive at the sea until Falling Leaf Moon as it is. I do not think we should wait any longer.” Buffalo Woman strongly made her feelings known to the others. In her own mind, she wondered if she would ever reach the sea again. Every moment was precious to her and she was anxious to be on her way. Some nodded in agreement but Black Rain was not so sure.

“We have just had White Fox escape, not to mention the death of Moon Man. Burning Branch is on the verge of death and Gray Wolf and the warriors have ridden out to find White Fox. Perhaps we should wait for a day or two.” Black Rain looked to Clouds of Thunder and Raging Bull for their opinions. Little Fawn sat beside Frightened Deer listening intently; the strange foreboding that Snow Eagle was in trouble, would not leave her. Frightened Deer was watching Little Fawn's hands with interest. Her fingers straightened the fringe on her sash, one beside the other perfectly aligned. It was an unconscious gesture but still her desire for perfection reigned. Frightened Deer gained great insight into the people around her by observation.

“Gray Wolf and the others will catch up with us. Hopefully he will find White Fox. We will handle that situation when we reach the rocky outcroppings on the other side.” Clouds of Thunder looked around the circle slowly, his eyes rested on the old woman. “We must move now. Buffalo Woman is right and she has made this journey more times than any of us. The ice field will take all of one day and one night to cross. We must move out.” Clouds of Thunder raised his walking stick as a sign of his conviction. Buffalo Woman's head bobbed up and down.

“We must consider the safety of the tribe and the weather could turn for the worse. I agree with Clouds of Thunder, we go now. We have already lost several hours of daylight.” Raging Bull rose from his seated position. Waving Pine agreed, instructing some of the young men to load his nephew, Burning Branch onto one of the travois. Sunflower rose to stand beside her father showing her agreement. She needed her people to believe she was trustworthy. Her son had escaped and in her heart she was glad but now she had to concern herself with the welfare of the tribe.

“It is so. We move now.” Black Rain and Red Hawk nodded and everyone moved at once. The fire was extinguished, packs and bedding were loaded and everyone pulled their fur boots over their moccasins. Little Fawn helped Frightened Deer pull on a pair of boots and again, without a word, the two women joined the others. Little Fawn looked back over her shoulder towards the mountains beyond. She could not shake this feeling that Snow Eagle was in trouble. The Tlingit tribe moved out onto the ice field and began the long cold crossing.

Snow Eagle pushed himself across the miles. He reached the rock wall at high noon and stared at the towering precipice with trepidation. He would have to climb the almost vertical cliff in order to reach the trail above. Once he reached the summit, the trail was swift across the top of the mountain. After a few words to the Great Spirit, he started up the rock face.

Charging Elk and his band reached the Tlingits camp by nightfall. “They have not been gone long. We must stay back in order to avoid being seen.” His men settled in for the night, fire pits recently extinguished were brought back to life. “A few more days and we shall have Songbird back where she belongs. The rest of the Tlingits are to be disposed of, my friends. Enjoy yourselves.” Charging Elk laughed as he watched the faces of his warriors. He knew that finding young women to couple with would be first and foremost, after all of the others were killed. He himself was looking forward to Songbird's gratitude. The Tagish were not normally a violent tribe but the act of kidnapping the daughter of the chief had enraged them. Charging Elk's orders were to recover the woman and kill those that dared to take her. He had been eyeing Songbird for some time and this would give him great prestige. He would ask that she be his squaw and he was sure the chief would agree. His only hope was that Gray Wolf had not tainted her. He settled in his blankets for the night, dreaming of his future. High in the night sky, the silhouette of an eagle crossed in front of the round, brilliant glow of the moon.

Snow Eagle tried to slow his breathing. He tightened his grip on his knife now deeply imbedded in the crack in the rock. Earlier in the afternoon he had increased his speed, wanting to make the summit before dark. He now chastised himself for his foolishness. He had lost his footing and started to slide down the rock face. Terrified, but quick thinking, he struck out with his blade and the knife lodged in a crevice in the rock stopping his descent. Now he was precariously perched on the side of the cliff with chances of continuing looking very slim. Eyes scanning the face, he tried to study the hand and foot holds but the light was gone and even in the bright light of the full moon, his visibility was limited. His left foot was secure on a ten- inch ledge; his right foot was about a foot higher and wedged in a crevice barely wide enough for the toe of his moccasin. His muscles were beginning to ache after the treacherous climb. He had to stay calm. His chest expanded in an effort to take a few slow deep breaths. If he lost his footing now, he would plunge over two hundred feet to the base of the wall and certain death. He would have to stay here until daylight, when he could find a safe route to the top. Thankfully the slope at this particular section was allowing him to lean into the cliff but how long would his aching hands and feet be able to hold on. The evening air was growing cold; his legs began to tremble involuntarily. A sudden movement above his head startled him. A large shadow approached from behind and landed about ten feet above him. He squinted in the dim light as small pebbles fell onto his shoulders and the top of his head. The loud, piercing screech of the eagle filled the air, echoing through the night. The huge bird spread its wings to a span longer than Snow Eagle himself, its large, golden eyes stared down at his upturned face. Again it screeched, never moving its eyes from his. “Brother Eagle, welcome to my perch. You are much better equipped to be here than I.” Snow Eagle forgot his problems as he was filled with the spirit of the majestic bird. He could not help but admire this beautiful, powerful creature. The eagle flew lower and to the left, landing on a large ledge, screeching loudly. The screech drew Snow Eagle's attention in that direction. Suddenly, he realized that he might be able to reach that ledge with just a few movements. How had he missed it? The moonlight reflected on the white feathers of the eagle's head, its eyes glowed like golden fire. The sound of the eagle's wings beat in rhythm with his heart. He waited as Brother Eagle returned to his original perch. The man inhaled deeply, taking strength from his totem animal. Snow Eagle reached, muscles straining, his body stretching to its utmost length. Fingers outstretched, knuckles lengthened, as he strained to maintain his balance. He reached the ledge and gripped tightly with his left hand. His right hand was forced to relinquish the safety of the knife; it would have to remain in its rocky grave. He pulled himself up, left foot reaching for a second foothold. Inch by inch he made his body move towards the ledge. Finally reaching it, his biceps cried out as he lifted his body onto the ledge. He found it to be more than two feet wide. Just a few feet above, a small cave was a welcome sight. The opening was only about four feet deep and three feet high but big enough for him to climb into and take a much needed break. As he crawled into his small refuge, the eagle flew past, turning its head towards him in farewell. “Thank you Brother Eagle.” Snow Eagle thanked Kah-shu-gon-yah for taking the form of Brother Eagle to help him, realizing that without divine intervention, he may not have been able to reach his people in time, if at all. He leaned back against the hard rock and every muscle in his body cried out in pain. Taking a small piece of dried fish from the pack tied to his waist, he relaxed and chewed slowly still not believing how close he had come to falling to his death. He stretched and flexed his muscles one at a time. Little Fawn filled his thoughts. “I am coming back to you. Good night my love,” he whispered into the night air. With that he fell into an exhausted sleep.

Miles away, Little Fawn stopped suddenly, looking around the moon lit ice field. The entire area was filled with a bright white light; moonlight reflecting on the white surface of the ice and the backs of the slow moving travelers. A quiet whisper filled her ears in the cool night air. Coming back to you. Good night my love. She looked for the source, but no one was there. A smile started at the corner of her lips. He is alive, thank you Great Spirit. She walked with renewed energy; a great load had been lifted from her heart.

The people were growing weary by the middle of the second day. The heat from the sun warmed their spirits and kept them moving across the blinding white ice. Gray Wolf and his warriors had returned, reporting that White Fox could not be found. Gray Wolf was seething with hatred. He would kill White Fox when he found him.

Sunflower was relieved but worried. Her son had his chance to live, would he be smart enough to take it or would revenge drive him back? The travelers continued each lost within their own thoughts. There would be no camp until they reached the rock outcropping, hopefully before nightfall. Unbeknownst to them, within a full day's walk, Charging Elk and his band were about to begin their trek across the ice field. But now instead of seven warriors, there were eight.

Snow Eagle managed to reach the summit of the rock wall as the sun appeared like a brilliant orange ball above the mountain peaks. He stood surveying the glory of the landscape; snow capped mountains tinted pale orange from the rising sun and draped in the deep green of the lush forests. A wide river meandered through the valley far below. He could not see the ice field from this point but he knew that they would soon be approaching the other side. After a quick thanks to Great Spirit and Brother Eagle for bringing him safely to the summit, Snow Eagle set out at a brisk pace. He would have to run most of the way across the level summit to reach the cliff that led down to his tribe's destination before nightfall. He prayed that the Caribou Hunters would not reach them first.

Charging Elk and his men stopped to rest. Although they were young and strong, the Caribou Hunters were not accustomed to crossing the ice fields. Unlike the Tlingits, who traveled yearly to the sea, they settled further inland where mountain caves and thick caribou hides provided a safe refuge during the cold hard winters. They had come on this journey unprepared. A small fire was lit from wood that they had carried with them. Icy, leather clad feet were placed near the fire in an effort to bring some circulation and warmth to their near frozen extremities. In their haste and young exuberance, they had failed to properly prepare and now they were paying the price of their folly. The stop would delay their crossing but was necessary if they hoped to continue. Pieces of their caribou coats were torn and tied to the bottom of their leather moccasins.

Charging Elk stared across the fire at the newcomer. He didn't trust this man. There was a look of evil in his eyes. “So you say your people plan to camp once they reach the other side of this frozen wasteland. Are you sure you want to help us rescue Songbird? You would be going against your own people.” The other man stared back with hatred in his eyes.

“My people believed the terrible lies and want me dead. I told you how I escaped near death after trying to save your woman and believe me; I want nothing more than to get my revenge on Gray Wolf. Remember, he is to be mine and mine alone. You can take the girl and do whatever you want to the others, but Gray Wolf is mine.” White Fox glared at Charging Elk defiantly.

“We want Songbird returned and this Gray Wolf and his warriors are the ones that took her. We will deal with him and his men but you will be satisfied when you see him tortured and killed.” Charging Elk sensed danger from this man. He was determined to assert his authority over the newcomer.

“No, Gray Wolf is mine or I will not help you get the woman back. My mother is a powerful Elder of the tribe, she will be very valuable to us.”

“We do not need your help or your mother's. We know where your people are and if we had not saved you from that pack of wolves, you would be dead. Do not forget who is in debt to whom here.” Charging Elk stood over White Fox. “Do not make me sorry I saved your life.” He was at least a foot taller than White Fox and much heavier.

“Alright, alright you do what you need to do. You are right I will get my satisfaction in seeing Gray Wolf dead.” White Fox, sensing the other man's displeasure, realized that he better play along for the time being. He needed Charging Elk more than they needed him. He leaned back on his blanket, thinking of how they had found him. After he was cut loose, he had run hard in the direction of their summer valley. Finding himself in a grove of trees he collapsed in exhaustion, unaware that a wolf pack was hunting in the area. One of the wolves approached him, growling, it lowered its head sniffing his collapsed body. Once the rest of the pack, led by a large gray arrived, White Fox knew that he was in trouble. The irony of being killed by a large gray wolf, totem animal of Gray Wolf had not escaped him, as the snarling wolves circled. That was when Charging Elk and his men arrived and frightened the wolves off, just in the nick of time. A smug grin crossed his lips as he remembered telling them that he had tried to save the Caribou woman from being dishonored, but the real attacker turned the story around and his people mistakenly believed that he, White Fox was the perpetrator. These dumb Caribou Hunters believed everything he said. They were almost as stupid as Dancing Bear. Luckily they didn't know that he was one of the warriors with Gray Wolf when the Caribou woman had been taken or they would not have been so helpful. They would be easy to trick into doing what he wanted, once they found the Tlingits. White Fox closed his eyes for a few minutes picturing his sweet revenge on Gray Wolf in his mind. His mother would be proud of him.

Charging Elk watched him with interest, knowing that he must not let his guard down for a minute with this one. White Fox had asked for a weapon but they put him off, saying he would not need one until they were ready to raid. Trusting this man with a weapon was not something the Caribou Hunters were going to do. Charging Elk would let him foolishly think they trusted him and believed his pitiful story. A man like this would not do anything that wasn't to his advantage. The Tlingits probably had good reason to want him dead. He would be disposed of as soon as Charging Elk was finished with him. The huge man reached down and tightened the leather holding the fur to the bottom of his moccasins. The others were eating or resting, now much better equipped to cross the frozen ice. He nodded to his second in command, Walks with Fire who also watched White Fox with suspicion. The silent communication between them went unnoticed by the self absorbed White Fox.

CHAPTER FIVE

The dark gray rocks were in sight. The fatigued people were recharged with energy at the sight of their destination. “The ice ends, at last,” one of the travelers shouted. Everyone picked up the pace, sore muscles searching for the last ounce of strength.

“Wait, Buffalo Woman has fallen.” Everyone stopped, turning back to the collapsed, old woman on the ice. Prairie Flower, Buffalo Woman's daughter, knelt beside her mother. She began to wail. Little Fawn ran to Buffalo Woman's frail body. She took her head in her hands and rubbed the wrinkled, sagging cheeks. Buffalo Woman's eyes opened slowly but it was obvious that she was suffering. The old woman's hand went to her chest.

“Kah-shu-gon-yah, has come for me. I will not complete my last ice field crossing.” Her voice was faint and weak, her breathing shallow.

“Lift her onto the travois, we must get to the rocks quickly. Buffalo Woman, you will be fine, you just need to rest.” Prairie Flower was beside herself, Little Fawn took charge of the situation. Gray Wolf and Salmon Catcher lifted the near weightless body and placed it reverently on the fur piled travois. Pelts were piled on top of Buffalo Woman's body for warmth and although his lowly duties were over, Gray Wolf took the straps and began pushing the loaded sled. The dogs strained under the added weight. Prairie Flower, several years older than Little Fawn, walked beside her mother wringing her hands and praying. Tribal members came to whisper encouragement and support to the ancient elder. Little Fawn walked along side checking the old woman often. Everyone increased his or her pace toward the edge of the ice. To lose a life on the white field of ice was a bad omen. They must hurry.

It was almost two hours later when the frail body of Buffalo Woman was placed on the rocky earth. Her wrinkled hand reached out to caress the earth. She looked into her daughter's eyes, “I am here. We have made it, I have crossed the ice for the last time.” A long intake of air, followed by a short gasp, ended the life of oldest member of the tribe. Prairie Flower and Little Fawn began to cry. They realized that the old woman had willed herself to reach the other side, ensuring that her people would not be cursed. Gray Wolf appeared at his mother's side. In her grief she needed Snow Eagle's strength to console her. Gray Wolf's strong young arm embraced his mother.

As Shaman, it was Snow Eagle's duty to perform the death ceremonies. In his absence, Little Fawn would prepare the body and Black Rain would call Kah-shu-gon-yah, to receive the soul of Buffalo Woman. The body was wrapped in a woven mountain goat blanket and placed on a cedar mat. A somber mood surrounded the group, who had finally reached the other side and a much needed rest.

Sunflower approached the old woman's body and kneeled reverently to stroke her withered brow. Her eyes searched for Black Rain. He is old and will leave us soon; all of the elders are frail. Soon it will be time for the younger ones to take over. I must have strength. I must do what is best for the tribe. She brushed some ice from the old woman's hair before retreating to sit with her father. Looking at the grief in his face, she whispered, “Once we reach the sea, a Potlach will be held to honor Buffalo Woman. We will miss her.” Sunflower took her father's wrinkled hand in hers, his fingers closed lightly on her hand, seeking comfort.

Snow Eagle reached the end of the mountain trail where a steep descent would take him close to the edge of the ice field. His body ached and his lungs cried out for air from running. He must rest before he tried to climb down the mountainside. He lit a small fire and forced the food into his exhausted body. His knotted stomach rebelled and he knew that he must wait before eating more. Laying on the mossy ground, pulling air into his lungs, Snow Eagle prayed that the Caribou Hunters had not reached his people. He could not bear to think what carnage would greet him, if they had. His legs began to cramp. He stretched and rubbed the tight muscles. Soon, fear pushed him on, he lifted his pack and continued without a much needed rest.

Death ceremonies continued into the night. The body was wrapped carefully and with respect by the women and was then placed upon a wooden frame, a fire was lit under the frame and the body burned. Someone pointed to the sky, dancing with magical green and pink lights. Waving patterns of light lit up the black sky and held the people in awe. “Buffalo Woman has reached the highest heaven, Kiwa-a in the Land of the Dead. It is a sign.” Red Hawk stared at the dancing lights in the sky. She would miss her dear old friend. How long would it be before they lost more of the Elders? Buffalo Woman had willed herself to live until her people were back on solid ground, wanting to prevent a bad omen. She had been successful but still something evil blew on the night wind, Red Hawk felt it deep in her mournful soul. It was not long before the group retired for the night, leaving Red Hawk alone by the fire. Silently she said goodbye to Buffalo Woman; tears ran down her cheeks. Black Rain lay on his blanket and painfully watched his wife's grief, knowing she needed to be alone, he did not approach her.

Buffalo Woman's death made Little Fawn more anxious than ever to see Snow Eagle. After the travelers camped for two or three days they would begin their trek down to the sea. Hopefully her husband would join them soon. Gray Wolf was on watch and Frightened Deer slept near Little Fawn. The young woman seemed more relaxed around her son now, but Little Fawn still found it strange that she did not speak. Even when White Fox dragged her into the woods, she did not scream. Perhaps she could not make a sound. Was this the wife for her son? If Frightened Deer was with child, would the child be born unable to speak as well? Several questions ran through Little Fawn's mind as she watched her son's squaw sleeping soundly.

The entire tribe mourned the death of Buffalo Woman. They spoke of how her spirit would travel through the thorny forest to the Land of the Dead. She was a good woman and assured a place with the Great Spirit. Only those who were of bad character and whose lives had not been well served would go to the Raven's Home. Conversations were subdued and faces full of grief, as the people rested on the edge of the ice field. All were happy to be back on solid earth once more and anxious to be going to the milder climate of the seaside, but they had lost one of their own and she would be sorrowfully missed.

The people gathered around the fire that night. The next morning they would prepare to start the downward trek to the sea. Snow Eagle had not returned. The night was black and moonless. No Aurora Borealis lit the evening sky on this night.

Moving with stealth across the ice, Charging Elk and his band walked in silence. Once they approached rocks on the other side, they were about a mile north of where the Tlingit camp was located. “We must be totally silent. We will take them when they are camped for the night.” Charging Elk stared at White Fox, the look of hatred still lingered in his eyes. “So what is your plan, White Fox?”

“I suggest we wait until they are all asleep. The woman you seek will be found with Red Hawk and Black Rain. I will find her and then point out Gray Wolf. He may be sitting guard, so we must be careful.” White Fox puffed out his chest with pride and vanity. The Caribou Hunters stared back at him with scorn.

“Tagish do not kill men and women as they sleep. We will take them when they can fight back. We are not cowards.” One of the warriors stood defiantly, looking to Charging Elk for confirmation.

“We will approach silently and you can point out the one you call Gray Wolf. One of my men will go with you to recapture Songbird and once she is safe, we will attack.” Charging Elk knew that White Fox would not cooperate but he would discuss the alternate plan with his men, one by one, in secret. Walks with Fire glared at White Fox. He would kill this lying coward as soon as he pointed out Songbird's location. The Caribou Hunters were proud and courageous, with little time for cowards or fools. His hand went instinctively to his knife. He stroked the handle, as he resisted slitting White Fox' throat right there and then.

Snow Eagle climbed down the embankment, sliding the last thirty feet to the rocks below. He should arrive in camp before morning. He walked more slowly now, his fatigue holding him back. His nose sniffed at the smell of burning logs. Slowly he crept toward the smell. There on the rock clearing, camped the band of warriors, still wearing the three horizontal stripes on their faces. He was about to back away when his eye held the familiar face of White Fox. His mind was filled with thoughts of contempt and loathing. One of his own people was traveling with the Caribou Hunters. What was he up to this time? Red Hawk was right; something evil grew in White Fox. Snow Eagle crawled on his belly until he was clear of the Caribou Hunters camp. He ran on tired legs as fast as he could go towards the Tlingit's camp.

The Caribou Hunters arrived during the night. Silently creeping around the perimeter of the camp, White Fox pointed to Red Hawk's blankets. Strategically they placed themselves in a circle around the camp. As silent as the night they moved through the surrounding forest. Charging Elk moved off to the left signaling Walks with Fire before leaving. The other man nodded in understanding as he moved to the right with White Fox.

Walks with Fire and White Fox stealthily approached the sleeping Tlingits covered by the blackness of the night. White Fox could barely contain his excitement at once again grabbing the sleeping woman from her blankets. He knew that once he had her, he would scream to alert his people and they would over take the Caribou Hunters. White Fox would be a hero in their eyes and he could have anything he wished. Suspiciously, Walks with Fire watched him. Staying low they approached on silent feet. The other Caribou Hunters waited for the signal before running into the camp, bellowing their war cry and killing everyone in their wake.

White Fox reached for the red and blue blanket intending to grab the young woman by the shoulders and pull her away to the waiting Walks with Fire. His grasp found only blankets. Again he grappled for her, more rolled up blankets. Shocked, he turned to Walks with Fire, who was staring down at the pile of blankets. Walks with Fire walked over and kicked the other bedroll. Once again, no one was there. “What is going on? Where are they?” White Fox turned to walk into the center of the camp. Walks of Fire, who now had a tight grip on his arm, quickly halted him.

“We will go to Charging Elk. Now.” He pushed White Fox back into the trees. “I think you have led us into a trap.” White Fox protested, trying to pull his arm free but to no avail. Walks of Fire scanned the trees as they moved carefully back to where the others waited. His grip tightened on the other man's arm.

“ Let us kill this one now, he has tricked us.” Walks with Fire was angry and growing more agitated by the minute.

“They can't be far away, someone must have warned them.” Charging Elk's eyes went directly to White Fox, who was staring at the ground. Charging Elk was rethinking his plan when a loud whoop was heard directly behind him. Within minutes the eight surprised warriors, including White Fox, were subdued and lying face down on the ground. Their hands were tied behind their backs and Gray Wolf and his warriors stood over them, weapons ready.

“Gray Wolf, it is me, White Fox. I led these men to you so you could capture them. Untie me. I must see my mother right away.” White Fox tried to roll over, “Dancing Bear, it is me White Fox, help me up.” Dancing Bear hesitated, but then moved towards White Fox. Walks with Fire glared at White Fox from his prone position. Dancing Bear stopped.

“Leave him be. He will stay tied like the rest of these men. Bring them to the fire.” Gray Wolf helped Charging Elk to his feet and led the procession to the center of the camp. The two young warriors were the same height and stature and even as a captive, Charging Elk held his head proudly. Dancing Bear followed directly behind White Fox, confused but obedient. He was happy that his friend had returned.

Snow Eagle, Black Rain and the others slowly returned to the fire from their hiding places. Frightened Deer was shocked when she saw Charging Elk. She ran towards him but Little Fawn reached out and stopped her. Little Fawn and Red Hawk led her to the circle, but her eyes never left Charging Elk.

“Songbird, are you all right? Songbird it is me, Charging Elk.” Charging Elk called out to her. She nodded in the affirmative; still she did not speak. “I demand to speak to the Elders. This woman belongs to the Caribou Hunters.”

Snow Eagle approached the captives. “We will sit and discuss our situation. You have come to take the woman you call Songbird home, but you came as warriors to kill our people. You travel with one of us that has been condemned to death. There is much to say.” Snow Eagle sat and began smudging himself with the burning sage. The others took their places around the flaming fire. Nothing further would be said until the ceremonial smudging was complete. White Fox called out repeatedly to Sunflower but she did not look at him. She knew that she must make her choice. She had trained all of her life to sit as an Elder, with the good of all of the people as her prime objective. She never thought she would have to sit in judgment of her own flesh and blood. Her own guilt was still fresh in her mind. It had been her plan that had gone wrong and placed her son in jeopardy. A mother's love can overcome many obstacles but the look in her son's eyes could no longer be denied; it was the look of evil. Her soul was in torment.

Little Fawn sat remembering hours earlier when Snow Eagle had arrived just as they were retiring for the night. She had run to his arms, pulling him close, thankful that he was alive. Their reunion was short lived. Her husband had traveled many miles without rest to save his people. He had important news to pass on and it was not long before bedrolls were set up, the fire left burning and the people fled to hide in the trees. Sunflower had been shocked to hear that White Fox traveled with the Caribou Hunters. Gray Wolf and his men surrounded the camp, laying in wait for the intruders and White Fox. Troubled by her thoughts, Little Fawn's eyes moved to Sunflower. How must she feel having to sit in judgment of her own son? Was she the one that released White Fox? Would the rest of the tribe ever trust Sunflower again? Does she deserve their trust?

CHAPTER SIX

“We will sit in a Peace Ceremony with the Elders of the Caribou Hunters.” Snow Eagle spoke directly and with respect to Charging Elk. “Our people are tired from our long journey and we have many miles to travel to the sea. My son, Gray Wolf and I will go with you to the Tagish village. We wish you no harm.” Snow Eagle realized the severity of the situation. Custom and tradition would dictate how this discussion proceeded but he must weigh each word carefully.

“Our chief demands the return of his daughter, she must accompany us.” Charging Elk looked over to Frightened Deer. “Songbird belongs with our people.”

“The girl you call Songbird is now the squaw of Gray Wolf. He has saved her life and she belongs to him. We will bring three of our slaves as offering to your chief.” Charging Elk let the words sink in, if Gray Wolf had saved Songbird's life, she was then obliged to stay with him. Traditions and customs were the backbone of their society and could not be challenged. Charging Elk was not pleased but must oblige. It also confirmed his earlier thoughts that White Fox's story was false. It was likely that it was White Fox that had threatened the girl's life.

Dancing Bear moved to remove the restraints on his friend. “No, leave White Fox bound. We are not done with him.” Snow Eagle signaled for Dancing Bear to move away. Sunflower glared at Snow Eagle.

“I demand to know how the woman's life was threatened and by whom.” Charging Elk's voice was hard and demanding. Snow Eagle and the rest of the Elders knew that this was Charging Elk's right. Eyes turned to Sunflower. Instinctively she looked towards White Fox. Walks with Fire followed her gaze and spoke for the first time since their capture.

“I knew he could not be trusted. It was White Fox that tried to kill our sister, I will kill him myself.” Walks with Fire glared with hatred at the now quivering White Fox. Snow Eagle sensing the tension growing regained control of the crowd. He rose and asked Frightened Deer to enter the circle; he now referred to her as Songbird. The frightened girl walked towards him but her eyes remained on Charging Elk. Snow Eagle instructed Little Fawn to bring three of the captive slaves into the circle as well. Gray Wolf stared with jealousy at Charging Elk, as he held Songbird's gaze.

One of the slaves, Walks Tall Woman was placed opposite Songbird. “It will be your choice Charging Elk. You will reject anyone you do not find satisfactory.” Charging Elk looked the tall, strong, young woman over carefully; she stood tall and proud unaffected by the inspection. She stared defiantly into his eyes. He liked what he saw.

“Is this woman Raven or Wolf?”

“She is Wolf,” answered Snow Eagle.

“We will take this one. Bring the others.”

Little Fawn brought a small frail girl to the circle. Charging Elk immediately rejected her. Three others were presented and rejected.

The Elders talked quietly amongst themselves as the slaves were presented. Everyone knew that disaster had been averted thanks to Snow Eagle's early arrival. The people sat on edge, hoping for a peaceful solution.

Charging Elk was not making the peace offering easy. It was more a show of power than his opinion of the slaves. Snow Eagle was becoming impatient but asked Little Fawn to bring the last three captives. It was customary for the Tlingit to take slaves in raids on other tribes and at anytime they could have a many as two dozen slaves. Charging Elk accepted the next two women. She Wolf and Bright Star were muscular and young and Walks with Fire admired both of them hungrily. Three for one was a most generous offer and did not go unnoticed by the rest of the Caribou warriors. It was evident that these people were anxious to settle this dispute peacefully.

“I can agree to take these three slaves but I insist that Songbird accompany us back to our village. She must be present at the Peace talks. It will be up to the Elders to make any final decisions.” Charging Elk's jaw was set; his very posture told Snow Eagle that he would not be swayed. Red Hawk rose and walked to the center of the circle.

“If you are agreeable, we will remove your bindings. We do not wish to fight with your people.” Charging Elk and the others nodded and the leather bindings were removed. Gray Wolf's hand rested on his knife, not trusting the Tagish. The warriors rubbed their wrists as Red Hawk continued. “It is our hope that the child that Songbird carries will unite the two tribes.” The crowd gasped at Red Hawk's words. No one could know if Songbird was with child but Red Hawk was making a declaration that none would challenge; Black Rain, Clouds of Thunder and Raging Bull exchanged a knowing look.

“Songbird is with child? How do you know this old woman?” Charging Elk looked towards the beautiful, young woman standing before him. His gut wrenched in pain knowing that another had defiled her. He did not want to accept the fact that she belonged to Gray Wolf, but if she was with child, there were more important things at stake. “Is this true, Songbird? Are you with child?”

The rest of the tribe sat in silence wondering what the young woman would do. She had not made any attempt to blend in with them and from all outward appearances she did not seem to be resigned to the idea of being Gray Wolf's squaw. Gray Wolf stared at her, his breath caught in his throat. He had not considered that she may be carrying his child, but he knew that his grandmother had the gift of seeing into the future. He waited hopefully with the others.

Songbird looked first at Gray Wolf and then Charging Elk, indecision on her face. A small ray of hope began to flicker in her heart. Songbird's stare settled on Red Hawk. Red Hawk watched the girl with interest. It was obvious that she realized the importance of her answer. Red Hawk's respect for the young woman grew. The very future of both of the tribes could be determined in the next few minutes. The Caribou warriors could declare the request for a Peace Ceremony a sham if Red Hawk was caught in a lie. Shame would befall the Tlingit tribe if one of their Elders spoke with a forked tongue and they would be at the mercy of the Caribou Hunters and possibly facing death. Everyone held their breath and waited. Songbird stared at Red Hawk; a silent communication was taking place. No one made a sound.

Songbird hesitated; all eyes were on her. She swallowed; inhaling deeply and then threw her head back and fixed her gaze on the star-studded sky. She began to whistle; a trilling, bird like sound that mesmerized all in attendance. The Elders stared in awe; the beautiful sound filled the air like the sound of a dozen birds. The Caribou hunters recognized the sound that had been so familiar in their village, the sound that had been missing since Songbird's capture. It was as if she had caste a spell over them. All were hypnotized, no one moved and not another sound was heard until the melodious whistling ending. A brilliant shooting star shot across the black sky. Several loud gasps were heard from the mesmerized crowd. Shooting stars were the sign of the Great Spirit.

Songbird turned slowly and with resolve walked to Gray Wolf, taking his hand in hers; the people had their answer. Red Hawk signed with relief. The air in her lungs escaped in a loud rush. She had taken a risk that could have threatened their very existence but her instincts had been right. A loud cheer erupted from the crowd. Gray Wolf's chest puffed out with pride as he squeezed her hand and stared into her black eyes.

“Songbird, your name suits you. I am proud to have you for the mother of my children.” He pulled her to him and this time she did not stiffen. Her body leaned into his and she smiled. Black Rain held Red Hawk's shaking hand and winked. He too was proud of his woman. Snow Eagle was surprised at the thoughts of the earthquake that filled his mind at that moment. He still had not deciphered that dream. Quickly coming back to the present, he smiled at Little Fawn.

“The captives will dance the Deer ceremony.” Sunflower announced. Women arrived with deer costumes and as was the custom, the captives that had been exchanged for Songbird, were dressed as deer and began to dance, acting as Peacemakers between the two tribes. Charging Elk moved to join Snow Eagle and a pipe was prepared. The other Caribou Hunters mingled with the Tlingits, Walks with Fire moved closer to Bright Star as she donned her costume. She smiled at the young handsome warrior.

Black Rain and Red Hawk watched with interest. Perhaps Red Hawk's prediction that the two tribes would unite was coming true. There appeared to be more than one future couple at this fire and although Bright Star was a captive she now belonged to the Tlingits. Her uniting with Walks with Fire would be looked upon as a tribal union as would Gray Wolf and Songbird. Charging Elk had shown his interest in Walks Tall Woman. The Tlingit nation consisted of two moieties or groups, the Raven and the Wolf/Eagle. Marriage could result only with one from the other moiety. Clans had people of both moieties, providing a balance in marriage of opposites. The matriarchal lineage of Snow Eagle's ‘house' was from Red Hawk and definitely Raven. Little Fawn was Wolf as were her children. Any slaves that they owned retained their own moiety at birth Wolf/Eagle or Raven. Charging Elk's matriarchal lineage was Raven. This made for an excellent chance at unity if he chose Walks Tall Woman, who was Wolf. Red Hawk and Black Rain were much relieved; they smiled at each other knowingly.

The ceremony lasted long into the night with dancing and food enjoyed by the tired people and their new allies. Later, Snow Eagle lay on his mat next to Little Fawn, satisfied with the way things had turned out. As spirits had warned him, he had chosen the right path and disaster had been averted. He knew that he must meet with the Elders of the Caribou tribe before any final decisions were made, however he felt confident that the two tribes would unite to form a strong bond. Because the Tlingits traveled to the sea and the Tagish stayed in the mountains for the winter, they would be two separate Clans of a united tribe. But unity brought safety and strength to both groups. Snow Eagle could not see any reason the Tagish would not agree. He was concerned that Songbird would have to accompany them on their trek back to the Tagish village in such harsh weather conditions, but there was no choice. Charging Elk had been firm in his request.

Black Rain and Red Hawk discussed the events of the evening. Black Rain was concerned with White Fox and how they would deal with him. He had been left tied to a stake in the center of the camp where several warriors, including Walks with Fire watched. He would not escape this time. Red Hawk was please with Songbird's decision but she had her suspicions that the girl may not actually be with child. If this was the case, then Songbird had chosen to remain with Gray Wolf for other reasons and would be instrumental in uniting the two tribes. Red Hawk's respect was growing for this curious woman that did not speak. She remembered the hypnotic trill of the woman's whistle and a smile crossed her lips. At that moment she knew, Songbird also had the sight. This girl would be Red Hawk's successor some day.

Sunflower tossed and turned on her mat, in the distance she could see White Fox tied to the stake, the last embers of the fire reflecting on his angry face. His expression was one of hatred. There was no remorse. Could her own son be so wicked? How could she have been so blind? Now what would happen to White Fox? Sunflower, the Elder knew that a harsh decision would have to be made, but Sunflower, the mother was heartbroken. She pulled her blanket to her face to muffle her sobbing.

The next morning the people prepared to move on towards the sea. Charging Elk and five of his men prepared to return across the ice to their village. The three captives brought fur boots for the men and gifts of the much sought after Tlingit art. They quickly packed the travois that would carry their belongings to their new home. The travois and the dogs were also a gift to the Tagish. All three were nervous and frightened. They had become accustom to the Tlingits and were now traveling into the unknown with six strange warriors. As slaves they did not know what to expect from this new tribe. Walks Tall Woman approached Charging Elk. “May I speak?”

“Speak woman.” Charging Elk's eyes traveled from her head to her toes and back again until he stared into her eyes. He realized that she was almost as tall as he was. Her black hair was braided and she wore the unadorned clothing of a slave. Her cheekbones were high and prominent, unlike the Tagish women.

“How many moons will it take to arrive at your village?” Walks Tall Woman held her head high. Although she was a captive, she was a proud woman and not easily intimidated. She liked the way Charging Elk's eyes moved over her body. Her gaze took in his muscular shoulders and chest. He was a handsome man and if she was to be a slave to him, she would not complain. Of course, being his squaw would be much more advantageous. She moved her hips provocatively as his eyes rested on her body. Walks Tall Woman knew how men thought and although she was young, she was very shrewd.

Charging Elk gave his head the slightest shake and regained his composure. “We will arrive after Beaver Moon. You and your friends have nothing to fear from us. Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf will travel with us. You will watch over Songbird and care for her needs. Where do you come from?”

Walks Tall Woman, turned and looked coyly over her shoulder. “I am Eyak. My people live far north of here.” She stared deep into Charging Elk's eyes and walked slowly away. Each step of her long muscular legs brought a swing to her hips, as she felt his eyes upon her. Walks Tall Woman was growing confident that this was going to be a very good trip.

Little Fawn was preparing Snow Eagle's bundle. Once again they would be separated but she realized the urgency of this trip. Her husband and her son would both be gone for many weeks, she prayed to the Great Spirit to watch over them and bring them safely back to her. She had offered to go with them but knew he would not allow it. Her place was with her people on their trek to the fertile shores, where food was plentiful and the weather less harsh. She added several intricately carved animals to the bundle, which would serve as trading goods for their trip back. When traveling, tribe members stopped at other tribal camps. They would trade for food and other items that they needed. The Tlingit art was highly valued and would serve Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf well.

Songbird and Gray Wolf joined the others. Around her neck, a thin strip of leather was adorned with the small, carved deer that Gray Wolf had given her and a newly added carved bird. Songbird had made her choice and in her heart she knew she had saved her people from death, both Tlingit and Tagish. She straightened her back and with pride moved to stand with her husband. Songbird, no longer Frightened Deer, would now follow her destiny as the one responsible for uniting Tagish and Tlingit. She looked from Charging Elk to Gray Wolf and knew she had made the right decision.

Walks with Fire had chosen to stay with the Tlingits and accompany them to the sea. He was an adventurous spirit and wanted to be sure that White Fox was dealt with. He and Charging Elk stood with one hand on each other's shoulder. “Travel safely my brother, I will see you when the snow begins to melt.” The two had been the best of friends all of their lives and were more like brothers than friends. It was difficult for one to leave the other behind. Charging Elk turned and walked towards the others but not without looking back at his friend and waving goodbye. The small group started off back across the ice. The remaining tribe stood and watched them go, hopeful that a new united tribe was soon to be.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The long descent went smoothly and the clan's people arrived at their camp near the sea, just as Beaver Moon rose in the sky. Shelters from the year before were repaired and prepared for habitation. The winter village consisted of a single row of wooden plank longhouses with the front facing the river, back to the mountains. Rivers provided fresh water for drinking, plenty of fish and a place for the canoes to be launched. The sea was only a short distance from their camp. Houses were large and made from cedar; spruce and hemlock beams with cedar bark roofs. Everyone busied themselves with the repairs and the unpacking.

Little Fawn replaced some of the cedar bark on the roof with the help of Walks with Fire. He had become a surrogate son these past weeks and she was very fond of this good humored and helpful young man. “Almost done, pass me two more pieces of bark and the roof will keep out the rain and wind.” Walks with Fire secured the bark in place and jumped to the ground. “Is there any chance of some food now?” he chuckled.

“I am sure the women have a great feast planned for celebration. It is always a happy time when we return to the sea. I see you are admiring the totem poles. They tell the story of our Clan.” Little Fawn walked towards the towering totems and began to tell Walks with Fire of their meaning. “An Eagle or Wolf head sits proudly on the top, to signify that the people of this house are people of the Wolf. As you will see, a raven tops the one in front of the house further down, announcing a ‘House of Raven.' Walks with Fire's people did not build totem poles and he was mesmerized by their size and colors. This was the first time he had been out of the mountains. He found the more temperate coast to be most agreeable.

“Our brothers, the Kaigani to the south have totem poles that are twice the size of these with killer whales as their totem. Some day you may journey there to see them. I have only been there once as a child to attend a Potlach, but there are many beautiful things to see there.”

“I have heard that the trees are so high they disappear into the sky.” Walks with Fire looked excitedly at her. “One day I shall travel to the south and see them for myself.” Little Fawn had no doubt that he would do just that. Together they moved toward the huge fire that was lit in the center of the village. People were beginning to gather and food appeared like magic. Smoked salmon, tiny smelt-like fish called oolachan, clams, berries, seaweed and an abundance of greens appeared in overflowing baskets. Clam shells filled with seal oil, or ‘Fire lights” as they were known, were lit in the houses and the village came to life. Everyone was happy and tired but pleased to finally be back at the sea, their winter home.

The village was large, more than a dozen houses sat facing the river. There were small open shelters to the outside of the village. These shelters were work rooms used to make baskets and held weaving looms where clothing and blankets were made. Along the shore of the river, several large canoes glimmered in the moonlight. They would provide transportation for trade and fishing over the winter months. Each canoe was long, narrow and had a high pointed front and back. The canoes were decorated with animal symbols in bright colors. Racks for drying fish lined the rocky shore. Nets hung haphazardly on the racks. Everything the people needed to survive was plentiful at the coastal village. Walks with Fire was impressed.

Well fed and happy to be in their coastal home, the people began to retire for the night. “Come and I will get you a bedroll, Walks with Fire.” Little Fawn led him to her longhouse. One tiny door allowed access, there were no windows. Inside the home was brightly lit with tiny oil lights.

“I have never seen fire lights like this, where did they come from?” Walks with Fire was curious about everything and Little Fawn was anxious to share her knowledge.

“Our brothers, the Eyak who live to the north are the makers of the fire lights. We trade many things with our brothers at the coast.” She explained how the clamshells were filled with seal oil and the lump of fat was used as a wick. The lights spread a warm glow over the inside of the house, which was large enough for their entire family. Individual families or ‘houses' shared one large home at the winter village. A woven mat, hanging from the rafters, divided the sections or rooms. Black Rain, Red Hawk, Gray Wolf and Songbird, and Little Fawn and Snow Eagle as well as any slaves they had captured, would stay in this house when they were reunited. The two Elders slept at the far end of the room; loud snoring echoing off the walls. Little Fawn chuckled fondly as Black Rain's snoring became extremely loud. Hopefully she would get a few hours sleep. Walks with Fire prepared his bedroll and went to join the other warriors at the central fire.

As the sun rose, everyone was settling in and the mood was light and lively. Little children ran and played on the riverbank, gathering shells and enjoying the milder weather. Red Hawk watched them as she sat perched high on the rocks. She was thinking about Snow Eagle. How was their journey going? Had they reached the Caribou Hunters camp and what of the woman, Songbird? Was she really with child?

Little Fawn joined her. “What gives you this far away look Red Hawk?” The younger woman settled herself on the boulders. The warm sun felt good on her aching muscles after the long journey.

“I was thinking of Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf. Hopefully they have arrived at the village of the Caribou Hunters and negotiations are going well.”

“Yes, I too hope they will return safely. I miss Snow Eagle very much. Do you think the Tagish will agree to unite with us? If Songbird is with child, it will be a great incentive for them.” Little Fawn looked at Red Hawk. “You do not know for certain that she is, do you?” Red Hawk shook her head.

“We shall have to wait and see.”

Several of the men gathered around the large log that had been dragged into the village. Busily they set to the task of removing the bark, which would be used for the roof of their houses. The women carried the pieces of bark and outer layers away. The inside of the bark was shredded and woven into clothing, diapers, and towels. It was piled outside the workhouse where the large roller loom sat. The large planks would be used for the walls of the houses and the huge log that remained would become a canoe; every part of the trunk was used and revered by these people, nothing went to waste.

Black Rain explained the process to Walks with Fire. “Once the log is hollowed out, it will be filled with water and heated by large stones. This will soften the wood. The men will then widen the cavity until it is the desired size.” Walks with Fire was fascinated. Canoes of this magnitude were not common amongst his people who lived inland. Black Rain continued explaining each procedure with great pride, happy to have found such a captive audience.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Far inland, a cold wind blew across the valley as the small band approached the Tagish territory. The Tagish lived between two glacial lakes, Marsh Lake and Tagish Lake. The journey had been difficult and all were relieved to see the village ahead. The warriors were happy to see their home once again. Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf approached nervously. Once inside the village, the Tagish could turn on them. Nothing was for certain. Father and son gave each other a tenuous look. Snow Eagle sent up a silent prayer. Gray Wolf's fingers rubbed the butt of his knife. He would fight to the death, if necessary.

The women especially looked forward to ending this grueling journey. Songbird, Walks Tall Woman, Bright Star and She Wolf were exhausted. The village was a welcome sight. Songbird was anxious to see her father again. The three slaves were nervous at the thought of their new home. The Tlingit had treated them well; they did not know this clan of Tagish. Some slaves were very badly treated, even maimed or killed. The tension was palpable.

“When we reach the village, you must let me do the talking.” Charging Elk's voice was authorative and both Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf nodded in the affirmative. The last thing they wanted was an uprising. They came in peace.

Snow Eagle watched Charging Elk; the journey had given him great insight into this brave warrior. The Tagish were not a violent people but they were filled with pride. Snow Eagle would make sure they were not insulted in anyway, but a peaceful solution had to be reached. Songbird and Gray Wolf had grown much closer during the journey. He did not want his son to lose this beautiful young woman. He had thought much about how the two clans could unite and become stronger. If there was a child, this could be the beginning of a new and better clan. Their steps slowed as they approached the village. Songbird moved to walk with Charging Elk, as would be expected. Gray Wolf was not pleased but remained silent.

People began to appear, curiosity evident on their faces. Word of the powerful Tlingit, and their Shaman Snow Eagle had spread throughout the land. The people were surprised to see them here in their village. Some hid in doorways, watching the procession pass, while others shouted words of welcome to Charging Elk and his men. At the end of the village, a large straight-planked shelter dominated the horizon. This was the home of Giant Bear, Songbird's father and head of the Tagish clan.

Charging Elk and Songbird entered the dwelling, leaving the others outside. Gray Wolf felt the eyes upon him; he turned to see dozens of curiosity seekers staring at them. Children hid behind their mothers, women waited patiently for their husbands to finish their business and return to their homes. The warriors that accompanied Snow Eagle stood stoically on guard, hoping to rejoin their families shortly. The three slave women glanced nervously at their new surroundings.

After what seemed like hours, an old woman opened the door to the dwelling. She signaled for Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf to enter. She also dismissed the warriors. This was a good omen, Snow Eagle relaxed.

A huge man, larger than either had ever seen, greeted the two men. He appeared to be in his fifties, hair was black as coal but his leathery skin showed his age. He towered over both men. His huge hand rested on Songbird's shoulder. He dwarfed her. Gray Wolf estimated him to be almost 7 feet tall. He was in awe of the power exuded by the giant.

“You, Snow Eagle, Shaman of the Tlingit, are welcome in my home. I understand you wish to be my daughter's husband, Gray Wolf. You are also welcome.” His voice boomed like thunder, everything about him was intimidating. Snow Eagle extended his hand in greeting. It disappeared in the other man's hand. “Sit. We have much to discuss.”

He nodded to Songbird, who moved to the back of the dwelling with the old woman. Gray Wolf's eyes followed her. She smiled coquettishly at him; Giant Bear observed the action carefully. Giant Bear was fully aware of the power these Tlingit yielded both in trade routes and respect.

“We come in peace, Giant Bear. We have brought gifts from our people.” Snow Eagle was feeling at ease but not sure of where the conversation would lead. Protocol between the clans was followed carefully before the discussions began. The three slave women were brought into the dwelling. Walks Tall Woman glanced seductively at Charging Elk. Giant Bear accepted them and the other gifts, signaling Charging Elk to take the women to another dwelling.

“You are the one that invaded our village, Gray Wolf. For this, I should have you killed.” Giant Bear's voice boomed. Gray Wolf swallowed hard but uncharacteristically remained silent. Perhaps there was hope for Gray Wolf. Snow Eagle was relieved. He was seeing a new side to his son, a more patient, mature side. Snow Eagle also realized that his son's future lay in this man's hands. He held his breath. “However, Songbird tells me that you also saved her life and Charging Elk has confirmed this.”

“We come in peace, Giant Bear. We would like to discuss a uniting of our clans. Songbird and Gray Wolf will produce a child. This will unite us and make us strong.”

“There is much to discuss. First we smoke.” The negotiations went on into the dark of night. After many hours, an agreement was reached. Giant Bear was a shrewd leader. When the child is born, the clans would be united. Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf were taken to a small log dwelling for the night.

“I will not leave Songbird here with them, Father. She must come with me, I am her husband.” Gray Wolf was definitely not happy with Giant Bear's suggestion.

“There will be more discussions in the morning, my son. For now we must rest. The journey was long and exhausting. We will think more clearly in the morning. Try to sleep.” With that he pulled his bedroll around his shoulders and closed his eyes. He knew this was going to be a very difficult point with Giant Bear and Gray Wolf, but some peaceful conclusion would have to be reached. He and Gray Wolf had to travel far to the sea and leaving Songbird with her family would make the journey much simpler and safer for her. They would come for her in the spring when they returned to the valley.

The next morning after a breakfast of bear meat and berries, the discussions continued. Charging Elk insisted that White Fox must lose his life for threatening Songbird; all parties agreed. It was also agreed that Songbird would remain with her clan, however Gray Wolf would not hear of it.

“My woman will remain with me. I insist.” Gray Wolf was growing more agitated with each passing minute. Snow Eagle saw that his son had not changed as much as he had previously thought. Trying to diffuse the situation, he put his hand on Gray Wolf's shoulder. Finally it was Charging Elk that offered the solution.

“If I may speak, Giant Bear.” The great man nodded.

“Gray Wolf is a fine warrior, our people could learn much from him. If he is willing to stay in our village with Songbird until Grass Moon, I will go with Snow Eagle to the sea. I can make sure White Fox is put to death. Our cultures can learn much from each other and united we will be stronger.”

Giant Bear stared into the flames considering this option. The Tlingit were very powerful, controlling the trade routes on the coast. They were well respected amongst the clans, of which many were anxious to unite with the Tlingit. A joining together of Tagish and Tlingit would be an historic achievement, beneficial for both groups. Giant Bear would be known as the man that brought about this great union. Many great stories would be told of Giant Bear and Snow Eagle. The Tagish were suffering from outside raids, much like the one Gray Wolf had perpetrated. The people grew weak. The infusion of new blood would strengthen them and assure their survival. Gray Wolf was a great warrior. He would teach the Tagish to protect themselves. Songbird was “Crow” (Raven) and a union with Gray Wolf, who was “Wolf”, would be accepted.

Gray Wolf also gave it much consideration. He could be with the woman he loved but he would have to stay in this strange village away from his clan. Songbird and Gray Wolf locked eyes, much understanding passed between them. She did not want him to leave.

Giant Bear looked to Snow Eagle, who was concerned about leaving his son.“What do you think of this, Snow Eagle?”

Snow Eagle and Giant Bear were both considering the possibility that Songbird may not yet be with child and if she remained alone in the village, there may be war rather than peace. Neither spoke of it but both understood. Dark eyes, met dark eyes in understanding. These men wanted peace for their people, not war.

“It is decided. Gray Wolf, you will stay with the Tagish until Grass Moon. At that time, your father will return to our village and you and Songbird will return to the valley with him. A great Potlach will be held to celebrate our unity.” With that, a pipe was produced and the smell of tobacco filled the dwelling. The pipe was passed from one to the other as a sign of agreement and unity. Drums began to beat quietly but significantly in the back of the dwelling.

“Charging Elk, you have done well. Do you have any requests before you leave our village?”

“I do request that Walks Tall Woman, accompany us. I wish to take her as my wife.” Snow Eagle and Giant Bear laughed out loud.

“It appears our clans are uniting already.” Snow Eagle smiled at Charging Elk.

The people of the Tagish Clan admired the beautiful woven cedar blankets and artwork that the Tlingit had brought. The travois was loaded with caribou hides, carvings and bone utensils in exchange. Snow Eagle was presented with a long caribou coat, much appreciated by the Shaman. Food was packed for the trip. Snow Eagle and Giant Bear stood side- by- side watching the preparations.

“Travel safely, my brother. It is an important decision we have made this day. Many stories will be told.” Giant Bear looked to where Gray Wolf and Songbird stood. “They will produce a strong offspring. One that will be the leader of our people someday.” Snow Eagle nodded, moving to say goodbye to his son.

“Stay safe, my son. Teach them well.” He embraced Gray Wolf, his eyes meeting Songbird's. “Give us a strong leader, Songbird. I will never forget that it is you that is responsible for this uniting of the tribes. You will be a powerful woman one day.” Gray Wolf smiled at Songbird, pride and love, shone on his face.

The two slave women, waved to their friend. They would miss her. Both were a little jealous of Charging Elks' choice. A small hunting party would accompany them part of the way to the ice field. Walks Tall Woman and Charging Elk took up the travois and the three left the village. The dogs, which were a gift would remain with the

Tagish. Gray Wolf watched his father with sadness, but held firmly to Songbird's hand. He would teach the Tagish to be mighty warriors and the new clan, the clan of his child, would be safe for years to come. Together they would wait for Grass Moon and their return to the Tlingit valley. In the distance the howl of the Gray Wolf could be heard. Three of the dogs joined in, the loud howling filled the village. Both Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf knew that this was a sign from spirit, a sign that destiny had been fulfilled.

CHAPTER NINE

Walks with Fire had spent many hours perfecting his rake. Black Rain informed him that come spring, or Crow Moon, herring would be harvested for their eggs and oil. A rake was needed to perform the task. Under Black Rain's direction, Walks with Fire prepared a long pole with one end flattened. He set sharp bones about an inch apart along one edge of the flat end. Black Rain explained that when the rake was plunged into the water, toothed end down, and drawn through a school of herring, many fish were caught on the teeth. Woven grass baskets, or dip baskets were used to scoop out the fish.

Little Fawn stopped to admire his handiwork. “You are becoming very proficient in the ways of the Tlingit, Walks with Fire. That is a fine rake.” He smiled at the compliment. He was feeling very at home with this clan and enjoyed learning new things.

“I will go with you Little Fawn, these old legs can not kneel much longer without a good walk.” Black Rain rose, nodded to Walks with Fire and walked away. Little Fawn and Black Rain strolled towards the river bank, “How long do you think Snow Eagle will be gone, Black Rain?” Little Fawn missed her husband and could not help but wonder if he and her son were safe.

“No one can tell. I only hope Giant Bear accepted them in peace. The Tagish and the Tlingit could form a great alliance. Walks with Fire has blended in very well with us. He is a fine young man.” Little Fawn agreed.

“It is as if he has taken the place of Brave Beaver. He has been gone a very long time and I still miss him. Walks with Fire reminds me of him a great deal.”

“Yes, Brave Beaver has been with the Haida for many moons, but you will see him at the Potlach. He will come with his family and their clan and it will be a great celebration of Buffalo Woman's life.” The Clan had sent runners to invite the closest clans to come for a great celebration of Buffalo Woman's life. Potlaches were customary for deaths, births, victory in war, and many other celebrations of the Tlingit.

“I hope the runner finds Brave Beaver and his family many miles south of here. It is a long way to their village.” Little Fawn stared into the water; her mind was on her oldest son. Brave Beaver had married Swift Otter four years ago and his family had not seen him since the day after the wedding ceremony. Swift Otter's family lived far to the south on the Queen Charlotte Islands.

“I think Red Hawk wants you to help her and Prairie Flower with the preparations, it will take your mind off of your family. I know it is hard with Snow Eagle, Gray Wolf and Brave Beaver all away from home but it is the way it must be. You will see all of them soon. Besides, only you can make sure everything is prepared to perfection.” He patted her on the shoulder and shuffled toward the plank houses on higher ground.

Little Fawn watched him go, and then turned her attention to several young men returning to camp. They had been hunting and in the fall of the year they used bows and arrows, snares and spears to hunt smaller animals. Porcupine, marmot, otter, mink, lynx and muskrats provided them with hearty meat for stews. Several deer had been killed days earlier and the meat would be prepared for the Potlach. The gathering would see more than two hundred people and the Tlingit would provide a great deal of food. Many carved items, beads made of shells, woven baskets and blankets would be given to the guests. There was much to do. Little Fawn knew it would take her mind off of Snow Eagle and her sons. A small boy proudly displayed his basket containing several small squirrels.

“I see you are becoming a great hunter like your father.” Little Fawn smiled at the youngster as he scurried by; anxious to show his catch to anyone that would look.

As Little Fawn passed the weaving hut, she was surprised to see Sunflower. Sunflower busied herself mixing the dyes that would be used for Buffalo Woman's totem. Vegetables, berries and bark were all used to make the red, black, white, green and yellow dyes. Slowly she mixed the blueberry dye to just the right color and texture. She acknowledged Little Fawn but quickly returned to her work, there was no friendship between them.

Women were busy weaving cedar bark and twined spruce root into blankets, mats, baskets and hats. One woman held an instrument, resembling a sword. She used it to beat the raw wool or the stringy cedar bark strips with white clay to remove all of the natural oil and dirt. Spindle Whorls were used to spin the wool into yarn. In the corner was a large roller loom, used to weave blankets and clothing. All would be given to the guests at the Potlach. It was important for a Clan to show it's wealth in the form of gifts and the Tlingit would throw a Potlach that would be remembered for many years. Little Fawn chatted with the women for a few minutes before leaving. Everyone seemed to take more care in her presence, weaving tighter or taking smaller stitches. Little Fawn's perfectionism was well known and she was very well respected.

Little Fawn wandered past the women in the weaving hut to where a small group of men were gathered. Salmon Catcher worked his Bentwood Box into a beautiful piece of art. The box was made from a single plank of wood. The plank was steamed and bent into shape. Salmon Catcher pegged the sides together before adding the bottom and the lid. Once finished, it would be decorated with Buffalo Woman's crest. Salmon Catcher glanced up at Little Fawn and smiled, “Perhaps I will add shells to make the design even better.” She nodded, understanding that Buffalo Woman was held in high esteem and he wanted to show his respect in his handiwork.

Soon Little Fawn found Red Hawk. “What can I do to help you with the Potlach? Everyone is busy weaving, carving and hunting. I am afraid I feel rather guilty. I have been feeling sorry for myself. I miss Snow Eagle very much.” Red Hawk placed a wrinkled hand on the younger woman's shoulder.

“Snow Eagle is making peace with the Tagish, it will be a great day for our people when the two tribes unite. Here, come and help Prairie Flower prepare the fish for drying.” Red Hawk too was worried about Snow Eagle. She had no way of knowing how the meeting with the Tagish had gone. Soon both women were busy and thoughts of Snow Eagle and Gray Wolf were soon forgotten.

That night Red Hawk dreamt of water. She could feel the water choking the life from her; she awoke with a start. Perspiration beaded on her forehead, her hands were shaking. Black Rain rolled toward her.

“What troubles you?” He reached for her shaking hand.

“I dream of drowning. One of us will soon struggle against the sea. We must pray to our great Whale brother.” Black Rain sat up and still holding his wife's hand, he began a low mournful chant to brother Whale. Red Hawk sat wondering which of them, the sea would try to take.

A few days later Red Hawk stood on the shore watching the huge canoes head out to sea. The men would stay out all day fishing. She looked up to the Killer Whale that adorned the large totem to her left. Two prominent dorsal fins, a large head with mouth turned up at the covers and two spines over the eyes represented brother Whale. “Bring them all back safely. We have already lost one of our own, it is too soon to lose another.” She stayed on the shore until the canoes were out of sight. With a heavy heart she returned to her house.

The sea was calm most of the day. Walks with Fire was learning much from Salmon Catcher and the other men. The wind blew from the west and the calm sea soon started to develop a chop. “We should be getting back to camp.” Salmon Catcher began to pull in the lines, covered with many hooks. Walks with Fire helped him. Other canoes in the distance could be seen heading back to shore.

Several hours later, all of the fishermen gathered on the shore watching for the last canoe to appear. “Where could they be? I am sure they were right behind us.”

“I remember signaling to Salmon Catcher just before we turned to come back to shore. I don't know what happened to him after that.” The young man searched the horizon for any sign of the last canoe. “The sea is very rough. They will have a difficult time getting back now. Perhaps they stopped on one of the out islands for the night.”

“Salmon Catcher is a good sailor. He will be back by morning.” The men were trying to convince themselves that all was well but the rain had started and the sea became angry. All of them knew that the small islands were few and far between. Large white caps crowned the waves and the wind blew cold against their faces. They were not aware of Red Hawk, standing on higher ground beside the totem. She prayed to brother Whale, Keet gooshi.

Morning came, but there was no sign of Walks with Fire or Salmon Catcher. The sea still raged and the thunder rolled across the sky. Little Fawn sat with Red Hawk and both women were very worried. The entire Clan prayed and watched for their return.

Sunflower went to see her son. White Fox had been confined to a small plank house at the back of the camp. He was bound and only one hand was free to allow him to eat. He had lost weight and sat staring at the wall when she entered. Slowly he turned toward her. “Mother, when will I be released. I am tired of this confinement.”

Sunflower looked at him with great pity. “I do not know. The elders wait for the return of Snow Eagle before deciding your fate. You may find this is better than the alternative.”

“Untie me and I will disappear.” He pleaded with her. She stared into the eyes of her son. She loved him with all of her heart.

“There are guards all around and you know I can not do that. I am sorry White Fox but this time you must face your punishment like a man.” It broke her heart but she left the food and turned to walk away. He called after her, begging her to release him. With tears running down her face, she left him alone. She walked into the forest searching for relief for her aching heart, his voice growing fainter with each step. Sunflower had seen the evil in White Fox eyes and she would never forget it. It had frightened her. As much as she longed to let him go, she knew she must not. Slowly she walked amongst the trees, breathing in the fresh forest air. Her mind was in turmoil and her heart was breaking. She collapsed against a tall trunk and sobbed.

CHAPTER TEN

The snow had begun to fall in the mountains. Snow Eagle, Charging Elk, Walks Tall Woman and the others stopped for shelter in a mountain cave. A fire provided warmth and the smell of roasting rabbit filled the cave. Hungry stomachs growled; mouths salivated in anticipation.

Snow Eagle moved to the back of the cave, calmly communing with spirit. He was anxious to reach the sea and Little Fawn once more. He prayed that his clan was safe. Little Fawn would be upset when she learned that Gray Wolf and Songbird had remained with the Tagish. She missed Brave Beaver very much and now her other son was not coming home until they returned to the valley. Snow Eagle was satisfied with his meeting with Giant Bear. Now the Tlingit and Tagish would form a strong alliance. A new clan would be born with all of the memories of both ancient societies. The Tlingit believed that each person held the memories of all that had come before. Nothing was ever forgotten through the generations and the folklore and songs reinforced those memories. Although the Tlingit were much more powerful, the Tagish would contribute greatly to their prestige and power.

Charging Elk and Walks Tall Women sat side by side. “My people, the Eyak hunt many seals and sea lions. I have not seen my clan in more than a year.” Walks Tall Women stared at the opening to the cave, a far away look in her dark eyes. Charging Elk reached up and traced the high cheekbones with his finger. Gently he turned her head towards him.

“I will take you to see them when we reach the sea, if it is your wish. You are no longer a Tlingit slave, but a Tagish squaw, my squaw. I want you to be happy.” She looked into his eyes and believed every word he said. He was a kind and gentle lover, a good man. She was very fond of him and happy with her new place in the Tlingit society. Walks Tall Woman had done her best to get his attention and she was happy that her plan had worked. She wanted more from her life. Although the Tlingit did not mistreat their slaves, she had been a slave nonetheless. Now she was their equal and her new husband would be a leader in the newly united tribe. Slowly she leaned her head on his shoulder. She felt safe with him.

Snow Eagle watched the two young lovers. Yes, our clans will unite; the Tlingit will be stronger than ever, he thought. These to youngsters were very strong, physically tall and would breed good strong children. They also displayed a calm, peaceful temperament that would be important in years to come. Hot heads like White Fox were a huge disadvantage to the Tlingit. He would have to be dealt with swiftly, upon their return. Snow Eagle had promised Giant Bear that White Fox would die. He was a man of his word.

The next morning the small hunting party returned to the cave. All were agitated, talking at once. “A huge bear attacked us. We scoured the forest for small game. I heard Black Wolf scream. All of us ran to him as quickly as we could. It was a horrible sight. The giant held him by his head, shaking him like a blanket. Blood was flying everywhere. Before we could move, the bear dropped the body, his huge head ripping into the flesh, bones crunched. It was terrifying. We shot several arrows into the huge bulk but nothing could be done. The bear stood almost to the sky. He pounded the earth. We felt it shake beneath our feet. Huge paws swiped at us, many were injured. We had to run to save ourselves. We are thankful that the spirits helped us to escape.” Snow Eagle instructed the men to sit by the fire to warm themselves. Another had lost his life. It was a cruel ending for a fine young warrior; he began to chant. Sadly the others joined him, asking Kah-shu-gon-yah, the Great Spirit to take Black Wolf to be with him. When the men returned to the Tagish village, a ceremony would be held for him. There was no body to burn; the bear had devoured him.

Snow Eagle tended to the wounds on the brave men that had tried to save their friend. Large gashes on arms and legs; some with flesh that had to be sewn; others cauterized with fire, there were many injuries. Walks Tall Women helped Snow Eagle, doing what she could. As he applied the paste to the freshly sewn flesh, he knew that they would have to watch for the bear as they traveled. Once the creature had tasted blood, it would want for more. The journey just became even more treacherous.

Walks Tall Woman stood at the entrance to the cave. Treating the men had been a grueling experience. The screams of the men echoed in her ears, the smell of burning flesh nauseated her. The thought of being eaten alive sent shivers down her spine. She was thinking of another bear years ago when she was a child. Charging Elk put his arm around Walks Tall Woman, he would protect her with his life. She looked at him, knowing what he was thinking. She felt protected but still frightened. All of the native people knew that many lives were lost to the giant bears of Alaska.

The travelers waited until the snow stopped before continuing on their journey to the sea. Bundles were packed, stomachs filled and warm furs pulled tight around them for warmth. With each step, their eyes searched the landscape for any sign of the bear. The small band of warriors shook as they remembered the terror. It would be a long day.

The trail grew steep as they crossed the mountains that would lead them to their people. Legs grew weary and bundles heavy but they persevered, anxious to reach the others. Miles and miles they traveled, camping at night and walking by day, ever watchful for danger. Wounds were checked and new wraps applied were necessary, the men were brave and endured the pain without complaint. Snow Eagle was proud of his people. One of the men collapsed, his injured leg prohibited him from walking any further. A travois was made where he could rest and the others pulled him, mile after mile. No one was left behind. Soon the small band of warriors left them to return to the Tagish village. Snow Eagle and Charging Elk watched as the men disappeared in the distance.

Walking side- by -side, Charging Elk and Snow Eagle discussed the many similarities of the two tribes. “Your men are brave, they tried to save their brother without thought for their own safety. This speaks highly for the Tagish.”

“I am sure the Tlingit would do the same for their own. Your son, Gray Wolf is a wise and brave warrior, he will teach my people well. We are in need of a leader and Gray Wolf will be the one.”

“I know that you were hoping Giant Bear would give you Songbird, I am sorry that you were disappointed.” Snow Eagle watched Charging Elk's face. There was no jealousy or malice there. Snow Eagle's respect for Charging Elk was growing by the day.

“I have Walks Tall Woman and she is much better for me. Kah-shu-gon-yah knows who should be together; it has all worked out for the best. You know better than I of the ways of Kah-shu-gon-yah.” Charging Elk loosened the leather tie securing the skins around his neck; the weather was warming. A mild breeze blew in the air, a signal that they were nearing the sea. The travelers had reached the long sloping meadows. “Do you think we will reach the sea soon? I have never taken such a journey before. The Tagish are happy to stay on the banks of the lake.”

“Two days journey if we can keep up the pace and we will arrive at the sea camp. The people will be overjoyed to see us. We will then have serious business to take care of.”

“Yes, White Fox must die.” Charging Elk looked straight ahead. “I am anxious to see Walks with Fire, he is my friend and my brother. We have been through much together. I know that he will not let White Fox escape again. My promise to Giant Bear must be fulfilled.” Snow Eagle nodded. It would be a busy time and a difficult one for his people. He knew that they were anxiously waiting for him and news of the Tagish and Tlingit future. Again his thoughts returned to Little Fawn. She would be looking for Gray Wolf when the group arrived in camp. She would have to accept that another of her sons was not coming home for a long time. Brave Beaver was a quiet man; he wanted nothing to do with being a warrior. As the oldest son, this had caused a great stir with the people. Brave Beaver refused to lead the men; he wanted instead to learn the healing ways of his father. His younger brother, Gray Wolf was happy to step in. Gray Wolf had always outshone Brave Beaver in the games. When Brave Beaver and Swift Otter were married, it was natural that he would leave to live with her people, the Haida. Brave Beaver had been much needed as a healer. The Haida Shaman had died of white man's disease and Brave Beaver was pleased to take his place. Snow Eagle looked forward to seeing his eldest son at the Potlach, that he was sure was being planned.

“You look very pleased with your thoughts. Do you think of your wife?”

“Actually I was thinking of my son, Brave Beaver. He is the Shaman of the Haida people. You will meet him at the Potlach.”

“A Shaman? Is he your youngest son?”

“No, he is the eldest, but not a warrior like his brother. Brave Beaver is a healer like myself. The Haida are very lucky to have him.”

“It seems the Tlingit are uniting with many tribes. Soon you will be the biggest and strongest of all of the people. Is this the desire of the Tlingit?”

“The desire of the Tlingit is to live in peace and harmony with all peoples. We are not united with the Haida, but do live peacefully, trading with them on a regular basis.”

“I see I have much to learn.” Charging Elk smiled at Snow Eagle. “I will try to be a good student.” The two men laughed, a special bond was forming between them.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Although plans for the Potlach continued, the mood was somber in the camp. There was still no sign of Salmon Catcher and Walks with Fire and it had been days.

The sea raged and the rain fell. Finally the clouds were breaking and a ray of sunshine filled the camp with hope. “We will take the canoes and go to search the islands.” Several of the young warriors pleaded with the council. Black Rain, Waving Pine, Clouds of Thunder, Red Hawk and Raging Bull had discussed the situation for hours. Everyone wanted to believe that that two young men would return but hope was waning.

“Let them go, what harm could it do?” Raging Bull turned to the other elders for verification. “Something has to be done, we feel useless just waiting.”

“Black Rain please let us do this.” Burning Branch begged the elders. He bore a large scar on his neck and shoulder from the night of White Fox's escape. “Salmon Catcher is my brother, I must look for him.” Finally the elders nodded and the young warriors went to their canoes.

“I just pray that we will not lose six more of our people today. The sea is calm now, but all of us have seen how quickly it can turn.” Waving Pine watched the young men go with trepidation.

More young men joined them and four large canoes were pushed out to sea. The women watched them go. Red Hawk turned to the totem. She had prayed to Whale to bring Salmon Catcher and Walks with Fire back to them, but to no avail. Again she sent up a silent prayer. Little Fawn was beside herself. She felt as if she had lost another son. Every morning she walked to the shore, waiting for Walks with Fire to appear. Her eyes were red and swollen. “I am so afraid the Kooshda will take Walks with Fire.” Little Fawn looked to Red Hawk for comfort.

“The Kooshda always save the drown ones. He will become Kooshdakhaa and live with the Kooshda. You know they can travel back to the land of the living to help the people when needed. If that is the case, we will see Walks with Fire again, but in the form of an otter. Let us pray that he returns in his human form.” Red Hawk and the other Tlingit believed that those that drown were saved by the Land Otter People, strange half otter, and half human beings. Those drowned and saved, were married to the land otters and could return to their human relations to assist them, usually helping them catch abundant seafood. She turned to Little Fawn, resting her head on the younger woman's shoulder. Together they prayed that Walks with Fire would come back in his human form. Red Hawk took Little Fawn's arm and they walked back to camp.

A group of youngsters gathered around the ceremonial headdresses and rattles. All were being repaired and dyed for the upcoming Potlach. A very small boy lifted the Raven Head and put it on his tiny head. The headdress fell over his shoulders and he stumbled blindly, much to the amusement of the other children. Overpowered by the large headpiece, he lost his balance and tumbled down a small hill. Red Hawk and Little Fawn, walking at the base of the hill, soon found a small boy in a Raven Head at their feet. Up on the ridge a large group had gathered. Laughter filled the air.

“What have we here?” Red Hawk lifted the large headdress from the tiny boy's shoulders. He was shaken but not hurt. “Will you dance at the Potlach?”

Shyly, the little boy looked at his feet. “No Red Hawk, I think I need more practice.” The two women laughed out loud. The rest of the children, giggling and surrounded by loud chatter, gathered around the boy. Soon they whisked him off on another adventure. The comedy provided the people with a lift from the dark mood.

“There goes the future of the Tlingit.” Red Hawk smiled after the boy, Little Fawn smiled, her worries forgotten for an instant.

Later that day, the warriors returned discouraged and disheartened. Many of the small islands were searched. They would try again tomorrow.

The next morning Little Fawn again returned to the shore. Now she needed Snow Eagle more than ever, why was it that he was never here when she really needed him? The young warriors returned to the sea to search once more. She waved to them from her perch. Sitting on a large piece of driftwood, Little Fawn sat, staring out to sea for what seemed like hours.

Suddenly out on the horizon, she saw movement. Was it a canoe? Could it be Walks with Fire and Salmon Catcher? Her heart pounded.

She soon realized that the markings on the very large canoe were those of another clan. Probably just traders, disappointed she thought to herself. More people joined her on the shore. Traders always brought not only much needed items for trade, but also stories and news of relatives and friends far away. The air was charged with excitement.

When the large canoe came ashore, Little Fawn realized that it was Chilkat Clan. The Chilkat and the Tlingit were close and many marriages had taken place between the two. Their language had melded into one over the years. The traders received a customary welcome. Food was prepared, items for barter were unloaded and a renewed joy and merriment filled the village.

“Salmon Catcher and Walks with Fire have been missing for days. Have you heard anything of them?” Black Rain asked the traders, while they ate.

“No, I have heard nothing. This elk is very good. We thank you for your hospitality.”

“Wait, did you say two men. How long ago did they disappear?” Another trader spoke with his mouth full of food. He finished chewing his meat, before speaking again. “There are two injured men at the Haida camp just south of here.” Everyone became excited. Little Fawn moved closer.

“Do you think it is them?” Black Rain didn't want to get everyone's hopes up; other clans took in many injured men. “They are young, one of them is Tagish.” Little Fawn's heart leapt into her throat, It was Walks with Fire. She felt as a great weight had been lifted.

“I do not know but your warriors can go there. It is not far by sea, several days on foot.” The trader helped himself to fish and berries. “The Haida camp has many other Haida staying there, preparing for Buffalo Woman's Potlach. It is the talk of the shore. A great celebration by the Tlingit is always big news.”

Raging Bull and Black Rain excused themselves from the group. The two old men shuffled off to find Waving Pine and Clouds of Thunder. Red Hawk followed.

“We must send our best paddlers to the Haida camp. Watch for the warriors to return from the sea, we will send Burning Branch and three others tomorrow.”

“It might not be Salmon Catcher. You must not get your hopes up.” Clouds of Thunder was skeptical. “The Tagish was not an experienced paddler, the two may be lost at sea. We must face facts.”

“We have a Potlach next week, we may hear more news then.” Red Hawk interjected.

“We will not wait until next week, Burning Branch will go tomorrow.” Raging Bull and Black Rain nodded to each other in agreement. The others pondered the suggestion and then agreed.

The sun was rising over the distant mountains. Two canoes left the camp in a misty fog. They disappeared into the fog sending an eerie chill up the spines of those watching. Little Fawn and Red Hawk prayed that they would find the lost men. Suddenly a huge cheer was heard behind them. The two women turned back toward the camp. Several people were pointing to the trail leading into the village from the north. A band of travelers appeared. Little Fawn's heart beat loudly in her chest. Snow Eagle, Gray Wolf, at long last. She began to run, leaving the older Red Hawk behind.

Snow Eagle saw her running towards him; he broke into a run as well. She leapt into his arms. He held her tight. Charging Elk and Walks Tall Women watched the exchange with interest. Setting her down, Snow Eagle watched as her eyes searched for Gray Wolf. He waited.

“Where is Gray Wolf?” panic began to set in. “Snow Eagle where is my son?”

“He is fine, he stayed behind with Songbird and the Tagish. Do not worry; it is all right. I have much to tell you. Come we must call the elders to order.” He put his arm around her and the band of travelers walked into the village. Red Hawk finally met up with them, her old legs sore from trying to rush. She hugged her son and smiled when she saw Charging Elk and Walks Tall Women. A wink passed between the two women.

“Gray Wolf and Songbird did not return with you, my son?”

“No Mother, let us sit with the elders and we will explain.”

“First you must all eat and rest. I will call the elders together. Come and rest, all of you.” Red Hawk signaled for them to go into the longhouse. She hobbled off to find Black Rain and the others. People appeared from all corners of the village to welcome Snow Eagle and the others home.

“I will go and find Walks with Fire first, do you know where he is Little Fawn?”

Little Fawn looked up at Charging Elk with great sadness. “What is wrong? Where is he?” Little Fawn did not know where to begin.

“There has been a great sadness in the village. Salmon Catcher and Walks with Fire did not return from the sea with the others. It has been many days. We have warriors searching for them now.” Little Fawn looked over at Snow Eagle with great concern. He knew the news would not be good. His heart went out to Charging Elk; the two were very close.

“Where are these warriors, I will go with them now. I do not need to rest when my friend is missing.” Charging Elk was agitated. Walks Tall Women tried to calm him but he was beyond soothing.

“The warriors left early this morning, you must wait until they return. We have word that two men are at the Haida village. We do not know if it is them, but the traders told us of the two men and the warriors have gone to see.” Little Fawn tried to reassure him without giving him false hope. She herself was having difficulty not making assumptions. She wanted Walks with Fire to be alive very much.

“Please, Charging Elk, let us rest and eat. Our warriors know where to go and they will return tonight with news.” Snow Eagle took charge of the situation, “Take Walks Tall Woman into the longhouse for food and rest, she is tired.” Snow Eagle looked at Walks Tall Woman. Understanding that Snow Eagle only wanted what was best, she leaned against Charging Elk. His arm went around her protectively. Against his own desire to go and search, he escorted her to the house where she could rest. The other warriors went to join their families. Snow Eagle ushered Charging Elk and Walks Tall Women into the small doorway. Little Fawn followed, she was anxious to know about Gray Wolf. She had been looking forward to having her son home with her.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Far down the shore, giant totems stood proudly guarding the village; totems of whale, salmon, bear and turtle. Although not as colorful as the totems of the Tlingit, they were larger and intricately carved. A Shaman danced around a large fire. He prayed to Sin, Sky Father for guidance and healing power. He asked Tax'et and Tia, the Gods of Death to stay away from the village. On his head he wore the mask of the Sea Shaman. Whale's face was painted with large turquoise eyes. Above the eyes, wave like designs represented the sea. Horsehair hung from the mask in long tendrils. On his powerful chest was a large tattoo of the Whale representing the crest of this clan. A smaller whale tattoo, visible beneath his long dark braid, covered the back of his neck. Other than the mask, he was completely naked. He wore a necklace of bone and teeth and in his hand was a hollow bone tube. The other hand held a large rattle. Drummers beat out a steady rhythm beside the circle, the Shaman danced around and around.

The village was anxiously awaiting the upcoming Tlingit Potlach. However, daily chores had to be done. Women work on their long cylindrical baskets with bands of darkly dyed wefts. Made from twined spruce roots, women added tiny shells to the baskets. Some women wove intricate hats. The back of each woman's hand was tattooed; this distinguished the women of the Haida from other tribes. As they work, one woman's eyes were constantly drawn to the Shaman. Swift Otter watched her husband's powerful body gyrate; she was enthralled by the dance. The other women teased her. “You should not lust after the Shaman, you have work to do.” They all giggled girlishly.

Elsewhere in the village women wove the famous Haida button blankets. Button blankets were unique to the Haida. Blankets used not for sleeping but for ceremonial dress. The blankets were worn about the shoulders. Each blanket covered in button like Abalone shells and feathers depicting the body of a human or animal. The blanket and its shiny buttons told the history of the clan. These blankets would be worn during the Haida dance at the upcoming Potlach. No gifts were given to the host clan. Only guests would receive gifts, as was the tradition. The women gossiped and laughed as they worked. Many Haida villages had come together here for the great Potlach. The Haida looked forward to the great celebration and the wonderful gifts they would receive.

In a plank house filled with smoke lay two men. The fire burned brightly and herbs and plants were added to produce the healing smoke. Both men were unconscious.

The Haida Shaman danced until his body grew weak with fatigue. Carrying his hollow bone tube he entered the plank house where the two men lay. Slowly he approached them, the smoke was almost blinding in the small building. The smell of herbs was strong and thick. A clamshell filled with oolachan oil burned in the corner casting an eerie glow.

He came close to the first man, slowly pointing the hollow tube at the man's chest he blew through the tube several times. Chanting, he moved to the second man. Again he blew through the tube at the man's chest. For several minutes he sat beside them, chanting and calling Sin, Sky Father to bring these two warriors back to the land of the living.

The man closest to him, coughed loudly. Over and over, his chest was racked with coughing, his eyes opened. Brave Beaver leaned over the man. “So you come back to the land of the living my brother. You have been with the spirits for many days.” The man tried to sit up but fell weakly back on the mat. “Rest, you need food and water. I will be back.”

Soon two young women appeared carrying bowls of steaming liquid. One woman lifted Walks with Fire's head, spooning the steamy liquid into his mouth. It tasted good; he relished every spoonful. She smiled at him. “I will stay with you until you finish this bowl.” Turning to the other woman she instructed, “You return to the children, I will take care of him.” The second woman, older than the first, smiled and left the house. Soon the Shaman returned.

“I see you have him eating. How is the other one?” The woman shook her head. This time he spoke to Walks with Fire. “What do they call you?”

Racked with another coughing spell, it took a few seconds before he could answer. “Walks with Fire, I am Tagish.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“Tagish? You are far from home, my friend.”

“I stay with the Tlingit, this is Salmon Catcher of the Tlingit clan. We stay in the winter camp.” He paused to catch his breath. “How did I get here and who are you?”

“I am Brave Beaver, Shaman of the Haida. You are in the Haida camp. The people you speak of are my people. I came to the Haida village far to the south after I married Swift Otter.” He turned toward the unconscious man, “Salmon Catcher! I can't believe it. When I left he was just a boy.” Brave Beaver looked at the other man trying to recognize him.

“Salmon Catcher is a brave warrior. Is he going to be alright?” Walks with Fire strained to turn his head so he could see him. “These people have been very good to me. Little Fawn is like a mother to me.”

“Little Fawn! She is my mother. How is she? I miss her very much.” Walks with Fire looked at the Shaman in surprise.

“She is a good woman, strong and healthy. I did not know she had another son. Gray Wolf travels with Snow Eagle to the Tagish.” His voice grew weak.

“You are tired, rest and we will talk later.” Brave Beaver smiled at the young woman. “Moon will take very good care of you.” The Shaman checked Salmon Catcher before leaving. He lay very still. “This one is not yet back from the spirit world.”

Moon fussed over Walks with Fire until he fell asleep. She did not leave. Sitting against the wall near his mat, she watched him sleep for hours. He was very handsome. Moon was of marrying age but was promised to another warrior. She did not want to marry him. “Walks with Fire” she repeated his name. She liked the sound of it.

Brave Beaver walked through the camp, past the huge totem poles that surrounded the village. He and his people were guests here. Their settlement was much farther south. They had arrived more than a week ago in preparation for the great Potlach at the Tlingit camp. He entered the plank house that had been provided by this Haida clan for his use. The smell of roasting fish greeted him. He placed his bundle in the corner. “Swift Otter, one of the men has woken up. He lives with my family up the shore. He is Tagish.” She smiled at her husband. Slowly she filled his bowl with food.

“You have been successful in bringing him back to the land of the living, my husband.” Swift Otter was proud of Brave Beaver. He was a good provider and a great healer. “How is the second man?”

“That man is Salmon Catcher. He and my brother Gray Wolf played together as boys. I did not recognize him now that he has grown. I look forward to seeing my family again. This has brought them even closer to me.” He filled his mouth with the steaming fish.

“The Potlach is in a few days my husband. You will be with your people soon.”

Outside the house, several shouts were heard. Brave Beaver went to the door to look out. “Canoes approach. Traders,” someone shouted. Brave Beaver and Swift Otter followed the others to the shore. Two canoes bearing the sign of the Tlingit were pulled ashore. The Haida elders greeted them. Welcoming shouts were heard. The warriors were pleased to be ashore. Brave Beaver made his way through the crowd.

“Greeting my brothers.” Brave Beaver greeted the warriors, some he recognized from years ago.

“Brave Beaver! We did not know you were here with the Haida, but of course you have come for the Potlach.” Shoulders were clapped, greetings made. The men were taken to the central fire and food was offered.

“We are searching for two men.” The lead warrior, Burning Branch wanted to let the people know they were not here to trade.

“Yes they are here. Salmon Catcher and the Tagish, Walks with Fire. You may see them after you eat.” Brave Beaver reassured the men.

“Do they live?”

“Yes, but only one is back from the spirit world.”

After partaking of meat and fish, the warriors were taken to the plank house where the men lay. Moon opened the door and stepped aside as they entered. Walks with Fire awoke with a start. “So you found us at last. I was beginning to think the Tlingit were not the great warriors I was led to believe they were.” Everyone laughed.

“How is Salmon Catcher?” The men looked at their fallen comrade. He lay very still on his mat.

“Salmon Catcher is strong, he will return from spirit world just as I did.” Brave Beaver moved toward the man on the mat. Again he checked him over, and then nodded his head. There was no change.

“You will both come back with us tonight.”

“I am afraid these men are not ready to travel. Walks with Fire has only come back from spirit world today. We will bring them back to the village for the Potlach in a few days. Walks with Fire needs to gain his strength and Salmon Catcher must return. Please, let us bring them home.” Brave Beaver did not think either man should go in a canoe in the cold night air but the Tlingit were within their rights to insist. He would bow to their decision.

“We will return and tell the people that we have found them. You may bring them to the Potlach. It will add to the celebration. We thank you Brave Beaver and all the Haida for taking care of them.” Moon gave a sigh of relief. She held her breath when the warrior said he would take them now. She did not want Walks with Fire to leave. The warriors returned to their canoes, bid goodbye and paddled out into the night sea.

There was a great rejoicing in the Tlingit camp when they returned with the news.

Little Fawn and Snow Eagle were very pleased to hear that Brave Beaver and Swift Otter were close by and would be at the Potlach. Sitting at the fire, Snow Eagle thought back to the earlier elder council meeting. He had told the elder council and people of their journey to the Tagish. Black Rain, Clouds of Thunder, Red Hawk and Sunflower were pleased to hear the two tribes would unite. Waving Pine asked why Gray Wolf and the young woman had not returned with Snow Eagle. Upon learning of the decision to leave Gray Wolf with the Tagish, the elders felt confident that there would be a peaceful ending to the situation. Raging Bull congratulated Snow Eagle on bringing a peaceful conclusion to what could have been a bloody war.

“There is only one other matter. What is to be done with White Fox?” Red Hawk had asked the question; a somber mood descended over the meeting. It was decided that a decision would be reached before the Potlach. This situation had to come to a conclusion. Charging Elk was insisting that White Fox be put to death immediately. Sunflower was beside herself. She glared at Snow Eagle. The look in her eyes sent shivers down his spine.

Snow Eagle's thoughts were brought back to the fire. Many people were dancing and drums beat loudly. The Tlingit had much to celebrate. He raised a loud prayer to the spirit Gods thanking them for returning the men to them. Charging Elk was anxious to see his friend again. A great weight had been lifted from his shoulders when the warriors returned, announcing that the men were alive. He smiled at Walks Tall Woman who was swaying to the rhythm of the music. His thoughts turned to her. When she felt his eyes on her, her movements became more exaggerated. She loved her husband and enjoyed teasing him with her young body.

Little Fawn was not thrilled to hear that her son, Gray Wolf would not be returning to the clan until spring. Now the news of Brave Beaver lifted her spirits and she was very pleased to learn that Walks with Fire was alive. She glanced at Snow Eagle; his eyes were closed as he looked to the star filled sky. She sent up a silent thank you.

Red Hawk thanked Whale spirit, Keet gooshi, for saving the two men's lives. She knew that it was no coincidence that the Sea Shaman, Brave Beaver, whose totem was Whale had saved the men. Reverently she looked upon the Whale totem thanking, Keet gooshi, and her grandson, Brave Beaver. She asked that Salmon Catcher would also come back alive and well. The mood was spiritual and festive at the same time.

The next morning once again, a dark mood descended over the village. A decision had been made about White Fox. The fate of one of the clan, no matter what the reason, was one of great importance and heartfelt emotion. Whatever happened to one of the clan, happened to them all. Their spirits were all connected. People went about their chores but hearts were heavy. Sunflower walked in the forest, her mind was in turmoil and her heart was tormented. She did not want her son to die. Her lifelong allegiance to the clan and her position as one of the elders felt heavy on her shoulders. Raging Bull, her father, had trained her well. As a young child she learned the way of the elders. Her entire life had prepared her for her position. The clan must come first, the safety and welfare of the people were utmost in an elder's mind. The position was highly honored and held great responsibility. It was especially significant for her as her mother had been a white woman. It was her chance to show that only Tlingit spirit flood through her body. Sunflower brushed a leaf from her arm. The tattoo of the thunderbird seemed to glow. She stared at it, mesmerized. Remembering back to when she was a young girl, barely a woman. The tattoo was a symbol of her rank in the clan; she remembered the feeling of great excitement as she watched the Shaman tattoo her arm. There was pain but it was dulled by sheer excitement. The Shaman, Snow Eagle's uncle was gentle with her. Painstakingly applying the dyes until the beautiful figure of the Thunderbird appeared. Sunflower remembered staring at it for hours, her eyes constantly returning to her arm no matter what she was doing. In those days Sunflower was very much in love with the young man, Snow Eagle. She dreamed of the day they would be united in marriage. A frown crossed her face as she remembered how Little Fawn had stolen him from her. Jealous anger still festered after all these years. Although Sunflower had been later wed to another, he was not a good man. Before he was killed, he beat her many times. He died taking another man's woman. He was evil and now her son showed the same look of evil in his eyes.

She leaned against a large tree trunk; her fingers crushed the fallen leaves at her side. Her body grew tense and rigid. Hatred filled her heart. Little Fawn, it is all her fault that my son will die. It is because of her that I am not Snow Eagle's wife. If White Fox dies, then Little Fawn must die also. For hours she sat, anger festering in her very soul.

Charging Elk visited the plank house where White Fox was housed. He nodded to the two warriors that guarded the door. They allowed him to enter. White Fox huddled in the corner. The large man approached. “So today you will die.” Charging Elk scowled at White Fox.

“Get out of here you lowly Tagish. I am Tlingit, you are the dirt under my feet.”

“Soon, Tlingit, you will be the ash under mine. The council has spoken and today you die. I have come to tell you that you should make your peace with the Great Spirit. You have hours to live.” Charging Elk glared at White Fox. “Giant Bear of the Tagish has declared that you will die and the Tlingit agreed. Songbird will be avenged. Your days as a trickster are over.” With that Charging Elk turned his back to leave. White Fox lunged at him but the ropes that bound him pulled him off balance and he tumbled to the floor. His face was filled with rage. Charging Elk spat on him. A scream of frustration escaped White Fox's mouth. The guards appeared at the door.

“The swine squeals at the thought of his own death.” Charging Elk pushed past the men leaving them staring at the prone White Fox, who was seething with anger. The two guards gave each other a look, shrugged and closed the door.

The entire clan gathered late that afternoon. White Fox was bound to a large pole; a hood was placed over his head. The elders, wearing ceremonial headdress and painted faces, sat at the opposite end of the large opening. All were solemn.

Sunflower sat between her father and Black Rain. Her body was tense. Her gaze constantly settled on Little Fawn, seated next to Snow Eagle. Little Fawn felt her eyes upon her. Slowly she turned to see the hatred in Sunflower's eyes. A cold chill ran down her spine. Snow Eagle felt her shudder. “Is something wrong? You know this must be done. We must do as the Tagish have asked.”

“Yes, it is not White Fox but his mother that makes me shiver.” Snow Eagle looked over to Sunflower who immediately turned away.

“Are you feeling sorry for her? It must be difficult for a mother to watch her son die.” Snow Eagle mistook her fear for empathy. Little Fawn patted the back of his hand. She would not say anything now.

Several warriors appeared, carrying spears. They stood in a line between the elders and White Fox. A hush fell over the crowd. A single drummer played. Some women pulled their children to their skirts, attempting to hide their faces. Charging Elk and Walks Tall Woman stood behind Snow Eagle.

Raging Bull gave the order. This was significant since White Fox was his grandson. It reinforced the safety and good of the clan must come before blood. Several spears pierced White Fox. His head fell forward, blood trickled from the wounds. The body twitched but soon became quiet. Sunflower turned away. She knew that her son would go to Ketl-kiwa, a place of torment for his evil ways. Within minutes, the elders stood and walked away. The people followed. White Fox dead body would remain alone until the next morning. His body would then be burned, not in honor but in disgrace.

Little Fawn reached for Snow Eagle's hand, she felt a great fear growing within her. Sunflower walked, eyes downcast, a single tear fell on her cheek. Hatred was already replacing her grief. Raging Bull reached out for her, but she turned away. She would not be consoled.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The day of the Potlach was filled with excitement. Hundreds of people had arrived in the meadow near the Tlingit village. Temporary tents were erected on the outskirts, children ran and played, and drums and pipes could be heard over the laughter of the people. It was a cacophony of sound, happy and pleasing to the ear.

People were reunited with loved ones. Walks Tall Women stood watching the interaction. Her people were not Tlingit or Haida; they would not be here. She would probably never see them again. She had been taken as a slave in a raid on her Eyak village more than a year ago. The Tlingit had been good to her but she missed her family. Now Charging Elk was her only family and she would make him proud. Little Fawn came to stand beside her. The two women made an odd pair, one almost six feet tall and Little Fawn barely five feet. From their perch on the small mound they could survey the entire meadow. “There are many people here for the Potlach. It will be a great celebration of Buffalo Woman's life. Many will be reunited with their family.”

“Yes, but my family will not be here.” Walks Tall Women sighed. Little Fawn placed her arm around the taller woman's waist.

“You have Charging Elk now. The Tlingit and the Tagish are your family.”

“Charging Elk is a good man, a kind and gentle lover. I am proud to be his wife. But I still miss my family.”

“Yes, I understand. Did you have brothers and sisters?”

“I had three sisters and one brother. A bear killed him, when he was just a boy. There were many huge bears near our village.” Walks Tall Woman remembered the bear they had encountered on the trail. A shiver went through her body. Little Fawn did not notice, her thoughts were with her own sons.

“ I miss my sons very much. It has been years since I have seen Brave Beaver. At last I shall see him again at the Potlach. Now Gray Wolf is with the Tagish until we return to the valley in Grass Moon. It seems I can not have both of my sons together.” The sadness in her eyes made Walks Tall Woman pull her close. Together they stood, missing those that they loved.

“What is the Tagish village like? Do you think Gray Wolf will be happy there?”

“Gray Wolf is happy wherever Songbird is. That is all he needs. Charging Elk says he will be a good leader for the warriors. He will come to no harm from the Tagish.” Wanting to change the subject, Walks Tall Woman stated, “I watched Sunflower when White Fox was killed. It was very sad to see a mother witness the death of her own son.”

“Sunflower is a strong woman. She will survive.”

“I understand there is friction between the two of you over Snow Eagle.” Little Fawn turned to her in surprise, wondering how she would know this. “This is a small village, there are no secrets.” Walks Tall Woman laughed.

“Yes, Snow Eagle and Sunflower had a prearranged marriage, but it was me that Snow Eagle loved. She never got over it.”

“I hope she can get over White Fox's death,” Walks Tall Woman stated as she lifted her basket in preparation to leave. Little Fawn had her doubts. Walks Tall Woman and Little Fawn headed back to the village. “Let us go and find Red Hawk. There is much to do.”

Sunflower glared at the two women as they walked past her hiding spot. She was stalking Little Fawn, waiting for her chance.

The festivities began with dancing and singing. Several children danced around a large fire, others played drums and pipe flutes, some sang. People continued to arrive. A Potlach by the great and powerful Tlingit was looked upon as a great event. People traveled many miles to attend. Many happy reunions were taking place.

Little Fawn was busy placing a large bowl of food on the table. She could not make the feeling of dread go away. Someone is watching me, I can feel it. The table was spread with herring, herring eggs, salmon and cod. Goat, deer and seal meat was abundant. Many berries, beach asparagus and both red and black seaweed rounded out the meal. Everyone would eat well. She straightened the bowls. Little Fawn was very particular that everything was in its place.

She tried to concentrate on her tasks when she was grabbed from behind. Her heart leapt into her throat. Fear clutched at her heart. Slowly she turned to look at her attacker.

“Mother, you look lovely as ever.” Brave Beaver pulled her to him in a giant bear hug. He lifted her off of her feet.

“Brave Beaver, you gave me a fright. Oh, how good it is to see you, my son.” She held him tightly; her heart was pounding in her chest. “Where is Swift Otter?”

“She is talking with Red Hawk. Mother you are shaking, are you alright?”

“Yes, yes, you just gave me a fright. Come let me look at you.” Little Fawn struggled to regain her composure. She had been terrified. What was this sense of impending doom that she was feeling? She pushed it from her mind and hugged her son. How happy she was to see him.

The Potlach was filled with music and lively chatter. Many of the children gathered around their favorite storytellers. Storytellers were very popular at gatherings.

“One night as the great ice began to melt, Raven swept down.” The children's eyes grew large. “The cedars, draped with giant moss looked like huge warriors against the dark sky.” The storyteller put great emphasis on his words bringing the story to life.

“Raven was angry that the people did not show respect for the land. He declared that one of every ten black bears from that moment on would be white. The Spirit Bears would remind the people to take care of the world. You must all remember to respect Mother Earth and her creatures. During you lifetimes you will see white bears and even white moose. This is a sign you must never forget.” The children all nodded. Some fidgeted to get comfortable for the next story. Others grew bored and ran off to find more exciting things to do. The storyteller would entertain the children and some of the adults for hours. Food was consumed in large quantities. The atmosphere was electric with celebration.

As the night sky grew black, the northern lights danced above the people; joining in the great festivity of life. Charging Elk and Walks Tall Women stood arm and arm watching the sky dance with pink, green and yellow light. Charging Elk sensed that she was homesick. He smiled at her, pulling her closer. She felt safe in his arms.

Snow Eagle and the other elders met with the nobility of many clans and surrounding kwaans. The safety and survival of all of them depended on these people and the decisions that they made. News was exchanged, food was consumed and a wonderful camaraderie existed amongst them. Snow Eagle noticed that Sunflower was absent from the meetings. He looked over to Raging Bull. He too seemed concerned with his daughter's absence.

The celebrations continued. Games were played. Push Pole was a favorite. Several men held the end of a long pole, at the other end were men from another clan. The idea was to push the pole and the men until they were off balance. In another part of the meadow, around a large fire, several men played the stick game. A large bunch of sticks lay at their feet. Amongst the sticks several were marked. The men would use tricks and cunning to find the marked sticks amongst the others. The men would place bets on the sticks; gambling was popular with young and old alike.

Towards the outside of the festivities, the various clans exchanged slaves. Walks Tall Woman was interested in watching since she had once been a Tlingit slave and knew some of the women that would be traded. She and Charging Elk watched as four women were brought into the circle. A great cheer rose from the crowd and one clan exchanged the women for three others. Slaves were considered a symbol of wealth and these exchanges were common.

Suddenly Walks Tall Woman shouted, “ Dove, Dove, is it really you?” Charging Elk stared at her in surprise. He grabbed her arm as she tried to rush into the circle.

“Let me go, that is my sister.” He held her tight, surprised at the outburst.

“You will see her when the exchange is over. You must be patient.” Charging Elk was confused. Tears ran down her cheeks, she was overjoyed to see her sister after so long.

After the exchange the slaves went with their new clans. Walks Tall Woman sought out her sister. “Dove, it is me Walks Tall Woman.” The older woman looked at her in surprise. Walks Tall Woman noticed that her shorter and older sister was much thinner.

“My sister, at long last I have found you. I left the village shortly after you were taken but I could not keep up with the Tlingit. I myself was captured by the Tsimshian Killerwhale people.” The two embraced, both were crying. Charging Elk stood back waiting to be introduced.

“Dove, this is my husband Charging Elk. You must stay here with us.” Her eyes pleaded with him. Dove looked doubtful that anything could change the situation. She held her sister's hand. “Charging Elk, this is Dove, the sister that raised me after my mother died.” Charging Elk realized how important Dove was to Walks Tall Woman. He was surprised that the sisters did not look similar in any way. Dove was short and stocky, he guessed her to be at least ten years older than Walks Tall Woman. Charging Elk knew how important this was to his wife.

“Let me go and talk to the council.” With that he turned and left the sisters to catch up.

Charging Elk requested permission to enter the council hut. Snow Eagle was curious as to why he was there. “I have a request.” He explained the situation to the elders.

“We will make a decision. You may go now.” Charging Elk bowed his head respectfully and left them to decide his sister-in-law's fate. He walked back to find the two sisters arm in arm.

Crowds were dancing, brightly colored blankets twirled in the firelight, the sound of drums was almost deafening. The Tlingit's Potlach was a great success.

Snow Eagle found Little Fawn with Brave Beaver and Swift Otter. He embraced his son. “So you have come home at last. Gray Wolf will be sorry he missed you. I understand you have brought one of our Tagish brothers and Salmon Catcher home. I must have taught you well, he and Salmon Catcher have been gone for many days.”

“Walks with Fire is in the healing house but I am afraid that Salmon Catcher has gone to be with Great Spirit in Kiwa-a in the Land of the Dead.” Snow Eagle was greatly saddened by this news.

“He was a brave warrior. We must go and sing to Kah-shu-gon-yah to take our brother home.” The two Shaman left in order to pray and prepare the body of the warrior. A death dance would become part of the Potlach and Salmon Catcher's soul would go to join Kah-shu-gon-yah, the Great Spirit. Buffalo Woman would be honored with a large totem, telling the story of her life. The Potlach was a celebration of death as well as life.

Little Fawn and Swift Otter went to see Walks with Fire. They found him lying in the healing hut, Moon watched over him. Swift Otter explained to Little Fawn that Moon was now Walks with Fire's caregiver. Brave Beaver would leave her with him until he was well but then she must return to her own people. Little Fawn could see that Moon was already very fond of the Tagish warrior. Walks with Fire looked up at her and smiled. Little Fawn took his hand, very happy that he was back. Snow Eagle would send Charging Elk to see his friend. It would be a good reunion for the two young warriors. The Potlach was in full swing, but still Little Fawn felt uneasy. You have come back to us Walks with Fire, Brave Beaver is here with me after all this time and yet I feel danger close by. Why do I feel this way on such a happy occasion?

Snow Eagle appeared before the huge crowd, Brave Beaver at his side. The other villages of Tlingit were not used to seeing such a magnificent feather headdress, it caused quite a stir. Now sporting the long caribou hide coat as well, Snow Eagle was elevated in rank in the eyes of the people. The attire showed his great strength and his unity with other tribes. Reverently, the crowd hushed. Brave Beaver at his side wore his whale mask representing the Haida people. This was a very important statement to everyone in attendance. The tribes were uniting; great strength and more trade possibilities invigorated everyone. A great cheer rose up. The sound of hundreds of people cheering was deafening.

Snow Eagle raised the rattle and the crowd silenced. “We are here to honor Buffalo Woman, a great elder. She has gone to he highest heaven, Kiwa-a, realm of happiness.” Many prayers were sung, Brave Beaver danced and Snow Eagle regally reigned over his people. A huge buffalo totem was raised in honor of Buffalo Woman. Red Hawk could not hold back the tears. Waving Pine, Raging Bull, Black Rain and Clouds of Thunder looked skyward, wishing their dear old friend, farewell. Buffalo Woman's only daughter, Prairie Flower was sworn in as a new council member. She would replace her mother as an elder. Like Sunflower she had been taught since birth for this position.

Because Salmon Catcher was a commoner, his burial was held with less pomp and celebration in another section of the meadow. People gathered to show their respect as the fire burned. Snow Eagle and Brave Beaver prayed and danced around the burial site. The Potlach was going very well. The social rank of the Tlingit was ever increasing.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Red Hawk stood admiring the Buffalo head atop the tall totem. The Potlach was over and everyone was returning to day- to-day tasks. The people have shown you great respect with this wonderful totem, my dear friend. One day a similar totem bearing the symbol of a Red Hawk will rise beside you. How I miss our laughter and long talks. One day soon we will be together again. Tears rolled down her wrinkled face.

Snow Eagle watched his mother grieve, Buffalo Woman was a dear friend and a great elder, she would be missed. He approached his mother and put his arm around her bony shoulder. She looked up at him and smiled. How proud she was of her son. “Do you cry for Buffalo Woman, or for yourself Mother?”

“A little of both I am afraid. One day soon, your father and I will go to Kiwa-a in the Land of the Dead. The good of the Tlingit will be up to you and your sons, Snow Eagle. It was good to see that Brave Beaver has become a great Shaman like his father.”

“Yes, I am glad he was able to bring Walks with Fire back from the land of the dead. It appears our Tagish friend has also found a squaw. The woman, Moon refuses to leave his side. Brave Beaver requested that she be allowed to remain here and the Haida Elders agreed.” Snow Eagle laughed.

“Our Tagish friends seem to be very adept at attracting the women. Perhaps that will put the united tribe in good stead.” Red Hawk and Snow Eagle laughed together. Her mood was lightened. “Do you think Gray Wolf and Songbird will produce a strong leader? I do worry about her not speaking.”

“ Giant Bear explained that to me. It is a very sad story.” Snow Eagle paused to remember what Giant Bear had told him.

“What happened to that dear child?” Red Hawk's curiosity was peaked. She waited for her son to speak.

“It seems that Songbird's mother was killed when she was only a very small child. Giant Bear and the warriors were off on a raiding party. Another tribe attacked and Songbird watched them abuse, beat and then kill her mother. It was a brutal death. She never spoke again. Giant Bear was deeply concerned but nothing could be done.”

“ Oh the poor child, what a terrible memory for her to live with. So she is able to speak?”

“Apparently, she was a talkative youngster who loved her mother deeply. The attack scarred her forever.”

“Why did the warriors not harm her?”

“She was hidden in a large basket. Her mother put her there as soon as the village was attacked and told her not to make a sound. They were the last words that her mother spoke to her. ‘Don't make a sound.' She has not spoken since.” Snow Eagle looked at his mother who had tears rolling down her old face. “Don't cry Mother, she has learned to live with it. The whistling sound that she makes enchants the people.”

“Perhaps Gray Wolf will make her happy enough to speak. Or her own child, may bring her voice back to her.” Red Hawk shook her head from side to side. “Life is very hard for some. I will go and find your father now.” With that she walked slowly away leaving Snow Eagle to stare after her.

“Yes Mother, life is very hard.” He too felt very sad when he heard the story of Songbird. Because of the preparations and the celebration, he had kept it to himself up until now. He must tell Little Fawn so that she can console his mother. Snow Eagle watched the fishermen go to sea and then he turned toward the healing hut where Walks with Fire was recuperating.

“How are you today, my friend?”

“Charging Elk was here earlier to ask me to go hunting. I told him that as long as he didn't want to fish, he could count me in.” Walks with Fire laughed out loud. Snow Eagle smiled, happy to hear the strength returning to his voice.

“Where is your caregiver? She never leaves your side.”

“Little Fawn came to get her a few minutes ago. She is going to show her where we will be moving to later today. I will be happy to join the living once again.” Walks with Fire sat on the side of the mat, his knees tucked under his arms. “Snow Eagle, what would I have to do to request Moon be my wife?”

“I thought you might ask me that. I will ask the Elders and you will ask Moon. Very simple-she is a lovely woman and now that you have the Haida's permission for her to stay, you are different moieties so you can be wed.”

Walks with Fire beamed from ear to ear. “She is a very lovely young woman, and very caring.” Snow Eagle patted him on the shoulder. “I did not think that one day I would live with the great Tlingit and marry a Haida woman. My life has given me many surprises.”

“My job is done here. Brave Beaver brought you back to the living and Moon will take care of you from now on. You can leave as soon as Little Fawn comes to get you.”

Snow Eagle moved through the village, satisfied that all was well. Charging Elk and several young men passed him as they headed into the forest to hunt. Snow Eagle raised his hand in greeting. Giant Bear and I have done a good thing in uniting our tribes; Gray Wolf and Songbird will be the future of our people. Now Walks with Fire, a Tagish, marries a Haida. Yes, we are uniting as it was meant to be. He felt pleased with himself.

Little Fawn, Walks Tall Woman and Moon prepared the house for Walks with Fire. Moon and Walks with Fire would share the house with Charging Elk and Walks Tall Woman. The women arranged the mats, put many utensils made of bone, antler and wood around the central fire, shook out the blankets and made the house ready. Moon was a lovely young woman. Walks Tall Woman looked forward to them becoming friends. Little Fawn and Walks Tall Woman were fascinated by the tattoo on the back of Moon's hand. The design was a full moon with an eagle flying past. “That is lovely, we do not tattoo our bodies. Only the men of nobility have tattoos. This makes you very special here in the village. We welcome you into our family, Moon.” Moon smiled, her life had taken a wonderful change for the better the day she met Walks with Fire. “Now we plan the wedding. It is fortunate that the Haida are close by. We will have a wonderful celebration.” Little Fawn was satisfied that everything was perfect. The young women were like daughters and she enjoyed being with them but the giggling was more than she could handle. She excused herself and walked in the village.

Dove, Walks Tall Woman's sister would also live with Charging Elk. The elders had decided that she could stay and had traded two slaves for her. She would remain a slave but would live with her sister. Both women were thrilled at this arrangement. Dove was gathering seaweed at the shore with the other slave women. Little Fawn waved to her as she passed. She had been pleased to discover Dove was a very good seamstress. She would join her later to sew several shirts and dresses as well as the wedding garments for Walks with Fire and Moon. Little Fawn was the best seamstress in the village. She was pleased to have Dove assist her. Being older than Walks Tall Woman, she and Little Fawn had more in common. The two were fast becoming friends. Little Fawn went to her longhouse to prepare the work for herself and Dove. Snow Eagle found her there.

“What is this? It looks like you have become one of the commoners, piling your work high.” Snow Eagle wondered why Little Fawn had so much to do. As nobility, she was not expected to sew for the village.

“Dove is coming today. We will begin stitching these shirts. I want to be sure she knows how to do it properly. Each stitch must be small and tight.”

“My wife, you are always wanting perfection. I am sure Dove knows how to sew a shirt.” He laughed at his wife. “You are just lucky you have the perfect man.” She scowled at him, ignoring his teasing.

“I don't like sloppy work. Besides Dove and I have lovely conversations. The Eyak are a fascinating people. I am learning a great deal.”

“Speaking of traditions of the others, let me tell you about my visit to Giant Bear and the Tagish. He explained to me, why his daughter does not speak.” Little Fawn turned, giving him her full attention. She had wondered about this for a long time. Snow Eagle related the story to his wife. She was deeply disturbed to hear it.

“I hope that one day Gray Wolf will help her to speak again. She is a lovely young woman. Our people have increased in number and now we include many from different tribes. Walks with Fire taught me much about the Tagish. Now Dove teaches me of the Eyak. Soon your wife will be smarter than you, the great Snow Eagle.” She pecked his cheek, laughing.

“I will go and leave you to your woman's work. It appears you have a new friend. I am glad that you and Dove have much to talk about. I will make sure Walks with Fire gets settled. He has much to do, preparing the gifts for the Haida before the wedding.” Little Fawn organized her sewing supplies. She smiled at Snow Eagle as he left the house. It was nice to have him home.

Snow Eagle found Raging Bull wandering through the village. “What is the matter? You look as if you have lost something.”

“I have been looking for Sunflower. She has been very evasive since White Fox's death. I want her to make sure Prairie Flower is well prepared for the next elder council but I can't seem to find her. Something is up with that young woman.” Raging Bull looked very concerned.

“I am sure she is just grieving for her son. She must handle his death in her own way.” Snow Eagle walked on, but he too had wondered where Sunflower had been. No one had seen much of her since White Fox was put to death.

Meanwhile, Little Fawn and Dove sat together chatting and sewing. The time passed quickly.

“We will need to make a dye to apply the design to this shirt. We use many different plants for the various colors.” Little Fawn explained the procedure. The Eyak did not use dyes and Dove was not familiar with the plants. Little Fawn wanted her to know everything about the Tlingit way of life. As a slave she would have many jobs. Besides, Little Fawn was enjoying the other woman's company very much.

“Come and I will show you where to gather the right plants.” Little Fawn and Dove left the house and headed into the meadow to the rear of the village. The women walked through the meadow, gathering many roots and plants. They chatted about Dove's life and her people and Little Fawn taught her much about the Tlingit.

“Tomorrow we will go in search of more plants.” Dove was very fond of Little Fawn. She was happy to be reunited with her sister and now she had a new friend as well. Being a slave was not a hardship for her. She picked up her basket of plants. The two made plans to go further into the forest the next morning.

A young mother stopped Snow Eagle as he walked through the village. She asked him to look at her son's leg. The boy had a large gash just above his ankle. Snow Eagle applied a salve made from Sitka Spruce pitch, to the abrasion and then bound it with soft leather. He enjoyed his position as medicine man. Five years earlier, he had brought this young man into the world. The midwife could not turn the breached baby and the young woman was suffering terribly. Snow Eagle was called in to assist. The youngster stared up at him. “I want to go hunting. I caught five squirrels this morning,” the young boy bragged.

“I think you should rest this leg today, tomorrow you can join the great hunters.” Snow Eagle patted the boy on the head, smiled at the mother and then continued across the village. Traders were filling their huge canoe preparing to travel south. The traders traveled hundreds of miles bringing back many exotic items. In the summer months the Tlingit would travel to their valley inland and the traders would branch out deep into the interior. The trade routes were generations old and the more routes a clan had, the more prestigious they became. Snow Eagle stopped to talk with the men.

“I am surprised we still have goods to trade after such a big Potlach.” The head trader laughed.

“We wisely kept some goods hidden. Otherwise all of us would live in empty houses, the generosity was so great.” He and the others laughed.

“Very wise of you. Have a safe trip may Kah-shu-gon-yah, go with you on your journey.” Snow Eagle spoke some words of blessing over the great canoe. The men would be gone for many weeks. “It feels like rain. Hopefully the sea will remain calm for your departure. Travel safely my brothers.”

Just as he reached his home, the rain began to fall. Little Fawn sat beside the brightly burning fire, a large piece of meat roasted on a spit. The smell was tantalizing. “Whatever you are cooking smells delicious.” She did not turn toward him. “Little Fawn?” She jumped; startled that he was beside her.

“Snow Eagle, I'm sorry. I did not hear you come in.” She trembled.

“What is wrong? You look frightened.” He sat cross-legged beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him. Dare she tell him of this feeling of impending doom that would not go away? “Little Fawn, is something wrong?”

“No, nothing, I was just thinking about my day with Dove. She has led a very hard life. Her brother was killed by a bear, when he was only a small child. Her mother died when she was only twelve and she raised Walks Tall Woman and her sisters, by herself. Her father was always gone from the village, hunting or trading. When Walks Tall Woman was captured, Dove followed the men that took her. Then she was lost and captured herself by another tribe. The poor woman is just happy to be here with her sister.” Snow Eagle looked at her. She was trying too hard.

“That is a very hard life, but many of our people face such adversity. Is that all? Is there anything else troubling you? You have not been yourself lately.” He was concerned. She kissed his cheek and stood. Leaving him sitting by the fire, she busied herself preparing the meal. He watched her, trying to decipher her mood.

After they ate, Little Fawn retired for the night. Snow Eagle went to find his mother.

“Something is bothering Little Fawn, Mother. She is not herself. Do you know what is wrong with her?” Red Hawk patted her son's hand.

“No, I have not seen her today. But I am concerned about Sunflower. That woman has been staying away for days, something is very wrong. I have a terrible feeling that she is up to something.” Red Hawk stared into the fire, a far away look on her face.

“Mother, you always think Sunflower is up to something.”

“Yes, and I am always right. Did she not put White Fox up to stealing Songbird? Did she not release him? I am surprised she didn't try to free him from the restraints before his death. That woman was obsessed with her son.” Red Hawk shook her head from side to side.

“We do not know that it was Sunflower that let White Fox go. And as you say, she could have released him the second time but she did not. I think you are too harsh on her.”

“And I think you are too soft. Not everyone is kind and loving, she is definitely up to something. Raging Bull agrees with me.” Red Hawk looked at her son very seriously.

“I want to talk about Little Fawn, not Sunflower.”

“There may be a connection my son. I hope not, but as I said, I have this feeling that will not go away. Watch your wife very closely.” With that she dismissed him. Snow Eagle walked out through the small door, a feeling of unease began to settle on his shoulders. He quickened his pace, back to Little Fawn.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

In the days of Hunger Moon that followed, the rain fell cold and heavy. The villagers stayed in their houses, all was quiet. Water began to form tiny pools throughout the village, heavy black clouds hung low over the sea. Thunder rolled across the sky.

In a small cave, far from the village Sunflower sat beside her small fire. Her son's belongings were piled around her. His bow, spear, buckskin shirt and his moccasins all piled neatly as if waiting for him to return. Her brown hair was tattered Her clothing torn and dirty. There was a wild look in her eyes. She had lost weight in the weeks she spent alone in the cave. Her body rocked back and forth as she chanted, “Little Fawn must die, Little Fawn must die.” She had lost her mind. The thunder continued to crash and lightning lit the cave, but Sunflower did not acknowledge it. She rocked on and on.

The day of the wedding, the weather cleared and the sun shone. Walks with Fire, with the help of several other young men prepared many gifts for the family of Moon. Bentwood boxes, small woodcarvings, paddles, deer skinned drums and many other highly decorated gifts awaited the Haida. The people of Moon's tribe arrived in several canoes. Her father stood at the front of a large canoe holding a tall wooden shaft with two Eagle feathers at the top. This told everyone that Moon was Eagle/wolf clan, the clan of her mother. He yelled to those on shore announcing who he was and that he had come to give his daughter to the Tagish man of Raven clan.

The Tlingit welcomed their guests at the shore leading them to the clearing where earlier the Potlach had been. Brave Beaver and Swift Otter were amongst the guests. Little Fawn was very happy to see them again so soon. It helped her feel more relaxed and less anxious. She was beginning to worry about the great apprehension that would not leave her. She told herself, Today is Moon and Walks with Fire's day. I will not think of anything else.

Charging Elk, as best man began to sing the wedding song. The bridesmaids, Moon's sister, and several young Haida women, danced down the long aisle waving cedar boughs to cleanse the area.

Walks with Fire started down the aisle blowing tufts of Eagle down into the air, this was a sign of spreading peace. He wore a black and brown leather tunic, covered in ermine tails and beads. The Raven covered the back signifying his moiety. Dove and Little Fawn had spent countless hours making it perfect.

The bride Moon's entrance on a platform carried by six groomsmen symbolized the reverence and acceptance the groom's family holds for her. Because Walks with Fire's own family could not be there, Little Fawn, Black Rain and Red Hawk represented his family. They stood to his left. Snow Eagle stood at the end of the long aisle waiting to perform the ceremony. The Bride wore a white buckskin gown covered with an Eagle pattern signifying that she was Eagle moiety. Her headband and necklace were made of cobalt blue beads and long dentalia shells. Little Fawn's perfection was apparent in the entire bridal outfit. During the dancing a Raven blanket was placed over Walks with Fire's shoulders.

When the couple reached the front of the wedding area, a larger blanket was placed over both of them to signify the strength of the union.

“Red Hawk, I feel as if one of my own sons is being married. Walks with Fire has become very special to Snow Eagle and I.” Little Fawn felt very proud watching the union of two such fine young people. She smiled across the clearing at Brave Beaver and Swift Otter.

“The wedding clothes are very special. You and Dove should be very proud.” Red Hawk smiled. The wedding was followed by much celebration. The people of the village were very happy to have such a joyous celebration on a glorious sunny day. Snow Eagle and Little Fawn enjoyed themselves long into the night. He was relieved that she was so relaxed. He had been very worried about her.

Days later the weather again grew cold and damp. Raging Bull, Black Rain, Waving Pine and Clouds of Thunder sat together in the meetinghouse. “Where could she be? It has been weeks since anyone has seen Sunflower.” Worry was taking its' toll on Raging Bull. First the order of his grandson's death and now his daughter was missing. The old men trembled in the cold.

“She can not be far, she is just grieving. Many people go away to be alone to deal with their grief. I am sure she is fine. Sunflower can take care of herself.” Waving Pine was trying to be positive, however he was not convinced. “I have enough trouble with Dancing Bear. Every since White Fox's death, he has been acting very strangely. I am getting too old to take care of him.” The others nodded in understanding.

“We sent a small search party to look for her, but they found nothing. She did not leave a trail; therefore we assume she does not want to be found. Hunger Moon is upon us. Soon the snow will come and we will not be able to search for her. The weather is turning cold.” Clouds of Thunder shifted his weight, pulling his fur cape tightly around his body.

“What does Red Hawk say?” Raging Bull wanted to see Red Hawk but Black Rain informed him she was not well. All of their faces showed great concern.

Red Hawk lay on her bed, perspiration dripped from her forehead. A heavy cough racked her chest. Snow Eagle carefully spooned an herbal mixture into her open mouth. She coughed. “Mother, you must drink this.”

“Hot, too hot in here,” she whispered. Her voice was weak. The fire raged nearby. The room was very warm. A large bowl filled with hot rocks made the air around her moist with steam.

“I must keep the room warm, you are not well. I am going to burn these leaves. It will help you breathe. Moon will come to watch over you. She is a good caregiver. I will be back in a few hours. Try to rest.” Snow Eagle crumbled herbal leaves into the fire. The flames cracked and sparked, a strange aroma filled the air. He spoke to Great Spirit before leaving the room. Moon entered the house quietly. Snow Eagle felt that she had the spirit of a healer. He was very impressed with the young Haida woman.

“Take care of her, be sure that she stays warm.” Moon nodded. She was becoming very proficient at caring for the sick and Snow Eagle called on her often. “Little Fawn will come in an hour to relieve you. Thank you Moon.”

Snow Eagle joined the elders. “Red Hawk is very ill. We must all ask Kah-shu-gon-yah to watch over her. Black Rain looked at his son, his expression questioning. “She will recover Father. You do not have to worry.” Black Rain looked skeptical. He was worried that he would lose his wife, especially with the cold weather setting in.

“All of us are old, my son. One day we will all be gone. It will be up to you and the others to carry on. We are worried about Sunflower. She is an important elder in this village. We have been discussing what to do.” Black Rain looked at his friends. They were all old and tired.

“The men will go and look for her again tomorrow. Right now the rain is very heavy and no one should be out in it. I am sure she is safe. Sunflower knows this area better than most of us do. She is very capable.” Snow Eagle looked around the room. He knew they were not convinced. He too was worried about Sunflower.

Little Fawn arrived to relieve Moon. The medicine house was warm with a thick rich aroma-hanging heavy in the room. Red Hawk was asleep. Little Fawn took her hand and watched her sleep. Red Hawk stirred.

“Come close, Little Fawn.” Red Hawk's voice was not much louder than a whisper. She leaned closer. “Be careful. Sunflower is going to come for you.” Red Hawk was overtaken by a coughing spasm. Little Fawn stared at her. A cold shiver ran down her spine, she was filled with dread. Again Red Hawk tried to speak, “I have seen it. You are in great danger.”

Little Fawn looked around the house; dark corners filled with shadows seemed to call to her. Fear pulsed in her veins. She held the old woman's hand tightly. Little Fawn laid her head on Red Hawk's chest. She could hear the old woman wheezing. Red Hawk placed her hand reassuredly on Little Fawn's head. Snow Eagle found them this way an hour later. Both of them were asleep. He approached slowly and quietly. Reaching for Little Fawn, he touched her shoulder gently.

She screamed. Red Hawk awoke with a start. Snow Eagle recoiled in surprise. Little Fawn turned with a look of terror on her face. She saw him and began to sob. Snow Eagle quickly took her in his arms. “What is the matter? Little Fawn, please tell me what is wrong.” He looked to his mother for answers. He pulled Little Fawn tightly to him. She was trembling uncontrollably.

“She is in danger.” Red Hawk coughed again, her voice low and raspy. Snow Eagle stared at his mother. Little Fawn continued to tremble.

“What danger? Little Fawn, what danger are you in?” He held her arms and moved her away so that he could look into her eyes. She remained silent.

“Mother, what danger is she in? Tell me.” He was becoming frantic. Little Fawn was his life. He was not a violent man, but he would kill to protect her.

“Sun….. Sunflower, she is going to k….,” again Red Hawk coughed.

“Sunflower! She is not even here. No one knows where she is. Why would she harm Little Fawn?” Snow Eagle was becoming more agitated by the minute. Little Fawn moved to Red Hawk's side, taking the old hand in her own. She would not look at Snow Eagle. With her head bowed she finally spoke.

“Red Hawk has seen it, Snow Eagle. Sunflower has always hated me. Now, for some reason she blames me for White Fox's death. I am sure of it. She followed me for days after he was killed. Staring, just staring. It was very upsetting.” Little Fawn knew Snow Eagle would protect her, but where and when would Sunflower strike.

Snow Eagle was having a great deal of difficulty believing this. He could not believe that Sunflower would harm his wife. She was just grieving. He tried his best to reassure the women but to no avail. Finally he told Little Fawn to stay with his mother and he left to find Walks with Fire and Charging Elk.

After explaining his mother's premonition to the two younger men, they agreed to guard Little Fawn. The two would take turns, never leaving her alone. Snow Eagle felt better but he still was having trouble believing that his wife was in any danger. He went to commune with spirit; he needed answers.

Moon and Walks with Fire moved into the medicine hut for the night. Little Fawn slept beside her mother-in-law. Snow Eagle stayed by the fire long into the night. He prayed to Kah-shu-gon-yah. He would not quit until he had an answer. He smoked his pipe, his head swirled, he had visions but the answers would not come. Dejected, after checking on Little Fawn and Red Hawk, he fell onto his bed and fell asleep as the sun began it's ascent into the morning sky.

Moon took over the care of Red Hawk and Little Fawn found Snow Eagle asleep in their house. She was going to wake him, but knowing him as she did, she was sure he had not slept all night. Dove arrived with a large basket.

“The rain has finally stopped. You were going to show me the plants for the new red dye today.” She paused looking carefully at her new friend. “Little Fawn, you don't look well. Are you feeling alright?” She placed her hand on Little Fawn's shoulder.

“Yes, yes, I am fine. I think searching for plants and roots is just what I need. Come, bring that knife over there. We will need it to cut the roots.” The two women walked from the house through the small door. Charging Elk waited outside.

“You can go and have something to eat now Charging Elk. Dove is with me and we are going to gather roots. I am sure women's work would be very boring for you.”

“Snow Eagle said you were not to be left alone.” Charging Elk began walking with the women through the damp and muddy ground.

“I am not alone. Dove is with me. Really, I am fine. We will only be gone a few hours and it is not far from the village.” Little Fawn did not like feeling afraid, she was doing her best to push the feeling away and get on with her day. Charging Elk looked at Dove, who nodded her head. She was going to watch over Little Fawn, who was her very best friend in the village. Charging Elk felt convinced and he was hungry.

“I will eat and then I will come to the edge of the village to watch for you. Dove, keep a close eye for anything unusual. Scream as loud as you can, if anything happens.” The two women nodded and walked toward the meadow.

Snow Eagle tossed and turned in a fitful sleep. In his dreams he saw a burial fire, the flames shot high into the sky. All of his tribe gathered solemnly. Over the cracking of the flames, he could here a strange, eerie laughing sound. An evil, frightening sound that struck fear in his heart. He awoke with a start. “Little Fawn, Little Fawn are you here?” Silence was all he heard. He ran from the house, almost bumping into Charging Elk. “Little Fawn, where is she?”

“She and Dove went to gather herbs and roots. I was just heading to the meadow to keep an eye on them.” Charging Elk noticed the strange look on Snow Eagle's face. “What is it man? Why do you look as if you have just seen death?”

“Because I have. I told you not to leave her alone. Come we must hurry.” Snow Eagle began to run towards the meadow with Charging Elk close behind. Walks with Fire and some of the others noticed them running and joined them. Soon the small band arrived at the edge of the meadow. Dove and Little Fawn were nowhere to be seen. The men began to spread out and search, calling to the women. Charging Elk was filled with guilt.

“Over here.” Snow Eagle saw one of the men signaling to the others. He ran towards him. Lying on the ground with a large gash in her forehead was Dove. Snow Eagle lifted her head gently.

“Dove, can you speak? Where is Little Fawn?” Dove was unconscious. “Pick the woman up and take her to the medicine hut. We must search for Little Fawn.” One of the men carried the limp body of Dove back towards the village. Snow Eagle was frantic. He screamed Little Fawn's name over and over as he ran through the forest. Branches scrapped and scratched him as he charged wildly through the trees. Charging Elk caught up to him.

“Stop Snow Eagle, stop. We will all look for her but I need to send one of the men back to the village for more searchers. You have to calm down. Sit down and start praying.” Snow Eagle was panicking. The Shaman turned and stared at him blankly. Finally he fell to the ground sobbing. Charging Elk knew he had to take charge. It was disturbing for him to see such a strong man crumbling before his eyes.

Soon there were dozens of men and women searching the meadow and forest for Little Fawn. Snow Eagle prayed hard as he searched. He berated himself for not believing she was in real danger. The search went on long after dark, until the people were exhausted. They all returned to the village, sad and dejected.

Snow Eagle went to his mother. He took note of the wound on Dove's forehead. Walks Tall woman sat with her. She had been crying. Snow Eagle patted her shoulder. He observed that Moon had done a very good job of cleaning the wound, stitching the skin and applying Sitka pitch to it. Satisfied he could do no more for Dove, he sat with his mother. “I must find her, please tell me what you see.” Red Hawk looked at her son with great pity. He was such a gentle man; she knew his heart was breaking.

“Let me close my eyes.” Slowly her wrinkled lids closed. Snow Eagle prayed for Kah-shu-gon-yah to bring sight to Red Hawk. Minutes seemed like hours as he watched his mother's closed lids.

“She is in a dark cave. Sunflower is with her, but it is not the Sunflower that we know. Little Fawn is bound.” Red Hawk reached out and touched her son's arm. “Hurry and find her, there is not much time.” The old woman's eyes closed and she fell asleep. Snow Eagle stood, feeling a deep fear growing in his chest. He instructed Walks Tall Woman to send someone for him if Red Hawk or Dove needed anything. He left and went to find Black Rain.

His father and the other elders were gathered in the meetinghouse. “We must find Sunflower. Red Hawk has seen Little Fawn in great danger. Sunflower has her in a cave.”

The old men looked at Snow Eagle in surprise. Raging Bull's shoulders sagged at the news. First his grandson and now his daughter, such shame they have brought to his house. Prairie Flower sat in silence, she was overwhelmed with the council and now this.

“Sit, we will decide what to do.” The meeting went on, long into the night.

The next day the searchers went out again. This time they were looking for small caves in the cliffs at the forest's edge. Every small nook and cranny was explored, but still they did not find Little Fawn. Snow Eagle spoke with Burning Branch, “You must look everywhere. We must find her before it is too late.” Snow Eagle paced back and forth nervously. This was very uncharacteristic for a man that was usually so at peace.

Burning Branch put his large hand on Snow Eagle's shoulder, “Stay calm, my brother. We will find her. Not long ago we searched for Salmon Catcher and Walks with Fire. We were too late for my brother, Salmon Catcher. We will not be late this time. I promise you that I will find Little Fawn alive.”

Burning Branch and his warriors headed further inland to search the foothills. That night Snow Eagle prayed again to Kah-shu-gon-yah. Feeling totally helpless, prayer was all he had. His heart was breaking, he feared the worst.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Little Fawn struggled against her bindings. Her wrists were raw from her attempts to free herself. She could hear her own heart beating loudly in her chest. Sunflower had wandered out of the cave earlier in the day and had not returned. It has been days since Sunflower had brought her here. Little Fawn knew that her survival depended on getting herself free of the bindings and out of the cave before Sunflower returned. Strange thoughts went through her head. Perhaps a bear has eaten her, it will surely die of poison. That woman is mad. I must escape. Where is everyone, why hasn't Snow Eagle come for me? She had never seen the woman like this; she was truly insane. Sunflower's eyes were glazed and her expression, that of a madwoman. She refused Little Fawn water or food. Little Fawn knew the circumstances were desperate; her life was in danger.

Fortunately the rain outside the cave was forming little rivulets on the walls of the cave; she positioned herself under one of them. She managed to take water as it dripped off the small ledge above her head. I will stay strong, she thought. Sunflower had dried codfish in a basket. Little Fawn managed to roll towards it and pull a small piece out with her teeth. She chewed the hard salty fish. It was difficult to keep the bile in her stomach from coming up. She chewed and chewed until she could swallow small pieces of fish. The heavy, salty taste sent her back to her water source. All this she accomplished by rolling her tiny, bound body on the hard rocky cave floor. Pain shot through her as she rolled on the hard ground.

Little Fawn was becoming frustrated as the bindings held tight. Blood dripped from her wrist and fingers, where she had struggled to be free. The cave was cold and damp. She lay on the hard cold ground trembling with fear. Her eyes filled with tears, Snow Eagle, where are you? Please come and rescue me. How long can I stay alive?

Walks Tall Woman brought food to Snow Eagle but he refused to eat. She left him alone and went to her sister. Dove was drifting in and out of consciousness. Red Hawk seemed a little better this morning, although she was very concerned for Little Fawn and her own son. Black Rain sat with her, spooning gruel into her hungry mouth.

“You must find her, Black Rain. She will be killed. I know it.” Red Hawk wiped her mouth with the back of her wrinkled hand. “Our son is losing his strength and power with each passing day. He needs his wife.” Black Rain nodded in agreement. He had seen the quick decline in his son. Snow Eagle was one of the most well respected and powerful Shaman in the entire territory. He was a gentle soul but confident and courageous. People looked to him for leadership. The man Black Rain saw this morning was a shadow of his former self.

“Snow Eagle must pray to Kah-shu-gon-yah for strength. He cannot let this defeat him. Little Fawn will be found.”

“I think he is tired of praying. He gets no answers now. He is losing his faith. This is a bad omen for our people. It is all Sunflower's fault, she and her treacherous son.”

“Now, now. Let's not place blame. We do not know Sunflower has Little Fawn. Dove has not been able to tell us anything. Perhaps Little Fawn was taken by a bear.” Black Rain knew better in his heart, but he tried to keep a clear perspective on things. His wife did not agree.

“I tell you Sunflower has her and she will die. Do you question my visions after all these years?” He patted her hand. “Answer me. Do you question my visions?” Red Hawk was angry; she tried to raise herself up from the bed.

“No of course not. I'm sorry for doubting you. If you see Little Fawn with Sunflower, then that is where she is. Although it does not make me feel any better. If our son can't cope with this, we may have to send a messenger to Gray Wolf. He will have to come and take charge of the village. We sent men to the Haida village to bring Brave Beaver back to the village but he and Swift Otter had already left for their own village far to the south. It would take much too long to go to find him. Gray Wolf is our only hope. Raging Bull is distraught over Sunflower and White Fox. Waving Pine is having trouble with Dancing Bear and the truth be told, we are all too old to be making serious decisions for our people. Burning Branch will be able to sit on the elder council in Waving Pine's place but we need more young blood. Prairie Flower is well taught but has little experience. Yes, I think I will send a messenger today. Gray Wolf can help Snow Eagle.” Red Hawk agreed.

Walks Tall Woman could not help but overhear the conversation. She and Charging Elk were very worried about Snow Eagle as well as Little Fawn. She stroked her sister's brow. Moon arrived and Walks Tall Woman left to find her husband.

“I tell you, Red Hawk insists that Sunflower has Little Fawn. I never liked that woman from the first day I was brought to the Tlingit village. She always treated slaves poorly. If she has Little Fawn something terrible is going to happen. I think she blames her for the death of White Fox. Her and her son were nothing but trouble.” Walks Tall Woman was very upset. Charging Elk tried to comfort her but he too thought Little Fawn was in grave danger.

“Burning Branch and the men went out early again to search the cliffs. He will find her. He can track an animal better than any man I have every known. Did Snow Eagle eat the food you took to him this morning?”

“No, he would not speak to me and he just pushed the food aside. I am very worried. He is such a strong man. This is not like him at all. Now Black Rain wants to send for Gray Wolf. This could affect Songbird and the baby. Oh, how did this happen? Everything was going so well.” She sat, wringing her hands. He put his arm around her shoulder.

“I will go to him. You go back and sit with Dove. We need to ask her if she knows what happened to Little Fawn. As soon as she wakes up, ask her to tell you what she knows. It might help us find Little Fawn. Don't start worrying about the Tagish village. If Gray Wolf needs to be here with his people, then this is where he will be. Songbird will be fine with her father.” He found it very endearing that his wife was worried about the Tagish. Although she was Eyak, her loyalty obviously was with him. This pleased him very much. Charging Elk left the house and went to see Snow Eagle. He found him staring into the flames in the central fire of his house.

“Snow Eagle, you must eat. We will go and search for Little Fawn right after you eat something.”

“I must find her.” Snow Eagle did not move towards the bowl of food. Charging Elk put it in front of him.

“Eat first, then I will go with you and we will search.” Snow Eagle looked up at Charging Elk with sad eyes. Charging Elk could see his soul was aching. “Eat.” Slowly Snow Eagle raised a few bites to his mouth. He rose to leave the house. “No, eat all of it. You have to stay strong for Little Fawn. What would she say if she was here? ‘Snow Eagle finish all of your food before you leave this house.' You know she would. She is the only person you take orders from.” Snow Eagle looked at his friend.

The mention of Little Fawn made him pick up the bowl and eat a few more bites.

“Now let's go and look for her.” Snow Eagle picked up a knife and a spear from the corner. Charging Elk found this very unusual, as Snow Eagle seldom, if ever, carried a weapon. He followed the Shaman through the small door. Charging Elk respected Snow Eagle more than any other man. He would fight with him to the death if necessary. Walks Tall Woman waved as they passed. Charging Elk waved back, thinking, I hope we do not both die before this day is over. He pushed the thought from his mind and hurried to catch up with Snow Eagle.

Black Rain, Waving Pine, Prairie Flower, Clouds of Thunder and Raging Bull sent a messenger to the Tagish village. The weather in the mountains was treacherous and it would take many days for the best of their men to make such a journey. Three men were sent. The elders, feeling rather helpless, felt that they had done something to help the situation. Although Gray Wolf was not the leader his father was; it was up to him to lead the village if Snow Eagle was unable. Black Rain knew his grandson was a great warrior but he had much to learn about dealing with people and problems that would arise. Now that Sunflower was missing, and Snow Eagle was showing signs of losing his strength, the elders would have to start bringing some younger blood into the council. Just when a great coming together of the Tagish and Tlingit was beginning, calling Gray Wolf back may end the entire alliance. Black Rain did not know Giant Bear, or how he would react to the Tlingit breaking an agreement. Black Rain sent up his own prayer to Kah-shu-gon-yah.

Life in the village was somber. Duties were performed but there was no singing or laughter to be heard. The cold wind blew off of the ocean. Rain fell often. Walks Tall Women carried a basket of seaweed to the house. On her head she wore a hat woven of Spruce root to keep off the rain. The large brim made it very effective. She would prepare a good meal for Charging Elk and Snow Eagle. She was very worried about the Shaman. Since she had been given to Charging Elk as his wife, her life had changed. No longer a slave she walked proudly amongst the Tlingit people. Now her sister Dove was with her and her life was complete. The thought of Dove made her change her plans. She dropped the basket near the central fire in her house, hung her hat on a post and headed back out into the cold air. The wind blew harshly from the sea and she pulled her fur cape tightly around her body. She lifted the hood over her head. A few minutes later she found Moon in the medicine hut tending the sick. Walks Tall Woman could not help thinking, Such a strange woman with a tattoo on the back of her hand.

“How is the patient?” Moon turned towards the door at the sound of her voice.

“Please, close the door quickly. I must keep them warm.” She moved to stoke the fire. Moon was not talkative.

“Is my sister awake?” Walks Tall Woman did her best to start a conversation.

“She stirred earlier, but she sleeps now.” Moon busied herself with her herbs, boiling water and preparing a strange colored brew.

“I admire the tattoo on your hand. Do all Haida women have them?”

“Yes.” Moon's short quips frustrated Walks Tall Woman.

“I am Eyak. We do not tattoo our bodies. You must miss your family. I am much happier now that Dove is with me.”

“No, I am happy with Walks with Fire. He is my husband now.”

“He is a fine man. Charging Elk and he are best friends. They are Tagish. It seems the Tlingit are uniting many tribes together.”

Moon continued stirring her concoction. Walks Tall Woman was thinking that it was very difficult to have a conversation with this strange young woman. Over the weeks, she had tried to make friends with Moon but it was not easy. They seemed to have nothing in common. Giving up, she moved to sit with Dove.

Red Hawk snored loudly in the opposite end of the medicine hut. The hut soon filled with a strange aroma. Moon disappeared into the thick smoke.

Dove began to stir. Her eyes opened slowly. A confused look filled her wide cheeked face. “Dove? Are you awake?”

Dove looked toward Walks Tall Woman. “Yes, what happened?”

“We found you alone in the forest. You have a very bad gash on your head. Can you tell me what happened? Where is Little Fawn?”

“Little Fawn, is she missing?”

“Yes, there has been no trace of her since we found you. Do you know who hit you?”

“No, we were gathering roots. I was on my knees and suddenly I felt something heavy hit my head. I fell forward and that is all I remember.” Walks Tall Woman was disappointed that her sister couldn't give them more information, however she was very happy that Dove seemed to be recovering.

“You rest, Moon is taking very good care of you. Moon ! Dove is awake.” The strange Haida woman appeared as if out of nowhere.

“Does your head hurt?” Dove nodded. Moon disappeared in the smoke, returning with a concoction of Willow Bark and water. “This will help. Be sure she drinks all of it.” She handed the bowl to Walks Tall Woman. Again she disappeared like an apparition.

Walks Tall Woman lifted Dove's head and helped her drink. “That woman is very strange. Sometimes I think she is possessed by spirits.” Dove looked at her sister and smiled. Soon she was fast asleep. Walks Tall Woman left her sleeping and went to prepare a meal for the men.

It was long past dark when Snow Eagle and Charging Elk returned to the village. Both were disheartened and tired. Snow Eagle refused Walks Tall Woman's offer of a meal. He wanted to be alone. He was used to fasting for days in order to commune with spirit, so hunger was not really an issue with him. Charging Elk and his wife watched as Snow Eagle, broken hearted, shoulders slumped, walked towards his own house.

“Dove is awake, but unfortunately she knows nothing of what happened to Little Fawn.” Walks Tall Woman placed a steaming bowl in front of her tired husband. “You must find her, Snow Eagle is suffering and I fear Little Fawn will die out there.” She picked up her own bowl but did not eat. “You know the evil that lives in the Dark Forest.” Charging Elk looked at her. He, like the rest of the villagers believed that the Light spirits lived in the airy sea and the cool wind; the Dark spirits lived in the forest. A cold chill ran down his spine.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Gray Wolf stood beside the carcass of a large elk. The men had been hunting all day. It had been a great success. His long fur coat hung almost to the ground, a large hood covered his head. Unaccustomed to spending winter in the mountains, he found the experience new and exciting. His men learned well and were excellent hunters. They would be worthy warriors if the village were attacked. Gray Wolf had learned almost as much from the Tagish as they from him and the entire experience filled him with a new sense of pride. Songbird lumbered toward him, her body heavy with child. The deep snow was compacted by the many feet of the villagers but slippery in places. Each step was carefully placed. Songbird would not endanger her child. He smiled at her. How lovely she was. It seemed childbearing made her even more beautiful.

She raised her hand to her eyes, pointed at him and made the sign for her father. Over the past few months they had devised a very effective hand sign language. She was asking if he had seen Giant Bear. She approached, quickly snuggling close to him. His arm went about her shoulders protectively.

“He was just here congratulating us on our kill. This will feed the village for weeks to come. How are you feeling?”

She signaled that she was fine. Making the sign for council meeting she signed that she was too tired and wanted to stay home. She wanted to ask her father if it was all right with him.

“I will ask him, let's get you inside near a warm fire. It will feel good to get out of this heavy coat and these wet boots.” The two young people walked through the village, waving to others as they passed. Gray Wolf was accepted and well respected by the Tagish. “I must say I miss the milder climate of the seashore. Soon it will be Crow Moon and we can start thinking about moving to the Tlingit village in the valley. By Grass Moon all of the snow will be gone and travel will be easier. My people will be back and it will be wonderful to see them again.” She gave him a sad look. “I love living here with you and your people, you know that.” He placated her. She was moody these days and it seemed she was very sensitive to any comments he made. “I just mean it will be good to see my mother and father again also we will have a proper marriage ceremony.” She shook her head to the side indicating that they were married already. “Yes I know but we will have another bigger ceremony and you will be carried by six groomsmen on a platform. You will be the most beautiful Tlingit bride.” She smiled at him. She liked the way he complimented her. The Tagish ceremony was hastily done and she would like a big celebration. She was proud to be Gray Wolf's wife. He reached over and pulled her beside him. He held her tightly. She was his life; he loved her with all of his heart. He rubbed her swollen belly. The child would be a great symbol, responsible for the coming together of two great tribes.

“As much as I would like to stay here with you, I had better go and tell Giant Bear that you are tired and will not attend the council meeting tonight.” Gray Wolf pecked her cheek before leaving her in front of the cozy fire. She whistled a soft, bird like song while she rubbed her swollen belly. The child would know the sound of his mother before he was born. Gray Wolf smiled as he left the hut. He was happy with this new life.

It was one week later that his happy contented world began to crumble. The runners arrived with news from the Tlingit camp.

Giant Bear sat in council with the runners and Gray Wolf. Both men were greatly disturbed by the news. One of the runners gave Giant Bear the gifts sent by Black Rain. He assured him that the Tlingit were not breaking their promise. The unity of the Tagish and the Tlingit was secure. This runner had been told to make this point very clear. The safety of his people depended on it.

“So you want Gray Wolf to return with you now?” Giant Bear was tossing several scenarios over in his mind. “His father is not well you say?”

“Snow Eagle is very upset over the disappearance of Little Fawn, his wife and Gray Wolf's mother. The entire village has searched for days, we fear she is in great danger.” The mention of his mother in danger made up Gray Wolf's mind immediately.

“I must go. Songbird will not be able to travel and I will return as soon as I can. I know you will take good care of her Giant Bear.” He was praying silently that Giant Bear would not make an issue of this.

“I understand a son's concern for his mother, however these men said that you are needed to sit on the Elder council and make decisions for your people. This is not a small job. You will not be back for a long time.” The huge man rubbed his hand over is chin. “This changes things considerably.” Gray Wolf's mind was in turmoil. His people needed him. His mother was in grave danger, his father depressed and not functioning. Songbird was expecting his child. What should he do? His fingers tapped nervously against his leg. He waited for Giant Bear to speak. Could he disobey the man he had come to respect as much as his own father? The lead runner looked at him questioningly. This was the most important decision of his young life.

“My daughter can not travel, she will not leave her people. The child will come soon. This much I know.” Giant Bear watched Gray Wolf closely. He knew the young man's mind was wrestling with his heart.

“Black Rain said to assure you Giant Bear, the Tlingit will be returning to their mountain valley by Grass Moon. Gray Wolf will come for his family then and the Tlingit will have a large Potlach to celebrate the unity of the Tagish and Tlingit tribes.” The runner hoped he was being convincing but the tension was palpable.

Gray Wolf calculated the number of days until Grass Moon in his head; it was not that long. Perhaps Giant Bear would understand and let him go with the runners. He wanted to witness the birth of his child but his family needed him. He hoped Songbird would understand.

“Leave me now. I will have a decision for you in the morning. I must discuss this with the Elder Council. Gray Wolf, you will ask Songbird to come to me now.” The runners bowed to Giant Bear and left the hut. Gray Wolf started to say something, but thought better of it and left behind them. How was he going to explain all of this to Songbird in such a short time? Giant Bear would be waiting for her. As a council member she would make the decision along with the others. He walked slowly back to his hut but his mind was racing. How could he tell her?

She was asleep when he entered the hut. Slowly he took her in his arms and held her. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at him. His heart shattered in a thousand pieces. Instinctively she sensed something was wrong. She signaled to him, asking what was the matter.

“My people have sent runners from their camp by the sea. My mother has been taken and is in great danger. My father suffers from her loss and cannot function on the council. Black Rain, my grandfather has asked that I come to the camp by the sea to sit on the council. It is imperative that I go to my people. They need me.” He watched her face change; it showed such sadness. “You know I would stay with you if I could. My mother and father need me more than ever. She might be dead. I must go.”

The mention of his mother tugged at her heartstrings. She knew what he was going through but she did not want him to leave her. She did not know what to do.

“Your father has asked that you go and sit on the council. A decision will be made before morning. I will listen to whatever he decides but I am telling you, I must go to my people. I am sorry Songbird, but I must go.” Sadly, she pulled her fur around her body, kissed his mouth and left him alone. Tears fell from his eyes as he rocked his body back and forth in front of the fire. He stared into the flames and prayed for a solution that would work for all of them. He asked Kah-shu-gon-yah to keep his mother safe and to bring his father strength. He prayed that his son or daughter would be born strong and healthy. The thought of Songbird having the child without him brought great sorrow to his heart. He let the tears flow; he did not feel like a mighty warrior on this dark night.

Just as the sun began to rise over the mountaintops, Songbird returned to the hut. She looked exhausted. Gray Wolf reached for her and held her tight. Together they cried. She pointed towards the council hut. He knew a decision had been made. Before he left her, he made sure she was comfortable on her bed mat. He pulled the furs around her and kissed her cheek. She looked so sad.

Gray Wolf entered the council hut, just before the runners who had been summoned by Giant Bear's men. The older man looked almost as exhausted as Songbird. He signaled for them to sit. The silence was deafening. Gray Wolf could hear his own heart pounding in his chest. Finally Giant Bear spoke.

“Some of the council elders think that the Tlingit are trying to trick us. They do not want Gray Wolf to leave until the child is born. Snow Eagle gave his word and they insist the Tlingit keep it.” Gray Wolf just stared at the giant man; he didn't know what to say. This couldn't be happening. Giant Bear watched the torture on his face. “It was a long night and many discussions were made. Songbird has convinced all of the Elders that she will let you go, Gray Wolf. She is willing to bear her child alone so that you can go to your people. She has confidence that you will come back to us when Grass Moon rises.” Again Gray Wolf stared at Giant Bear. Perhaps there was hope, Gray Wolf waited patiently. His grandfather's words of wisdom rang in his ears, ‘You must learn to be patient. You must be cunning not impulsive.' He remained silent.

“The council has made a decision. You may go to your people. If you wish, we will send four of our best warriors with you to help find your mother.” Gray Wolf expelled the air that had been trapped in his lungs.

“Thank you Giant Bear. You will need the warriors here to protect our people. I have trained them well; you will not be in danger. I will return as soon as I can.” When Giant Bear heard Gray Wolf refer to the Tagish as “our” people, all of his misgivings disappeared. This young man was true to his word and to Songbird.

“Travel well, Gray Wolf. We will take care of your wife and child. Our people will anxiously await the great Tlingit Potlach when Grass Moon appears.” The runners waited until Giant Bear dismissed them, relieved that Gray Wolf would be going with them. Gray Wolf stayed to speak with Giant Bear in private before going to his wife. The next few hours were going to be very difficult.

It was a difficult good-bye, but Songbird stood bravely beside Giant Bear and watched Gray Wolf leave the village. Her hand went protectively to her belly. She would be brave and bring his child into the world alone. They would both be waiting for him to return. A single tear rolled down her cheek as he and the runners walked out of sight.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Little Fawn was weak. She had managed to keep hydrated from the rainwater, managing to steal some small morsels of food but she was growing weaker by the day. Sunflower refused her food, determined to let her die. Little Fawn's body was covered in bruises from rolling on the cave floor. Fortunately Sunflower left for several hours each day. At every opportunity, she ate what she could. Yesterday Little Fawn ate berries from the ground. The few that had spilled as Sunflower ate were hardly a mouthful but it kept her alive. She remembered Sunflower sitting at the fire the previous night, a rabbit roasting on the spit. The smell of food made Little Fawn's stomach wretch, she was slowly starving to death. Sunflower gloated as she ate in front of her, refusing her even a small morsel. The woman was cruel and heartless. Little Fawn recalled Sunflower's words, “I could not kill one of my own people, but you will die. A slow and painful death, just as you deserve.” It made her shiver with fear. There was no doubt Sunflower intended to keep her tied up and hidden in this cave until she was dead. The room she was held in was deep in the bowels of the cliff. There was no chance of escape. It was only Kah-shu-gon-yah sending the rains that kept Little Fawn alive. She was thankful it was the rainy season.

She looked around the cave from her prone position for any small morsel of food. The bones of the rabbit sat beside the fire. Slowly she rolled towards them. Her body was numb from the pain now. She barely felt her legs. Hungrily she gnawed at the few pieces of meat hanging to the bone. I am like an animal, she thought, but I will not die. Snow Eagle will find me soon. I will not lose hope.

Hours later Sunflower returned. Little Fawn was back in her place against the rock wall of the cave, asleep. Sunflower kicked her as she passed. Little Fawn stirred, turning to face her kidnapper. “Sunflower, please I need food.”

“No food for you. You should never have stolen Snow Eagle from me. We are promised. Now you will die and he will be mine.” Sunflower laughed a hideous evil laugh. Little Fawn realized that Sunflower was talking as if they were still young unmarried women.

“Sunflower, it has been many years that I have been Snow Eagle's wife, do you not remember? We both have grown sons.” She was trying to reason with a mad woman. The mention of their sons brought great rage to Sunflower's face. She stood, rushing at Little Fawn.

“Your son's are grown, my son is dead. Dead because of you.” With that she struck Little Fawn in the face. In her weakened state, Little Fawn collapsed, losing consciousness.

“You killed my son, now you will die.” Sunflower returned to her fire. “Snow Eagle is mine. They will find your lifeless body in the forest and know that you starved to death. I will not be to blame. Snow Eagle will take me as his wife at long last.” She stuffed her mouth greedily with berries. Little Fawn lay silent.

Slowly she tried to open her eyes but one eye was swollen shut. It may have been hours or even days since she was struck, Little Fawn did not know. Her mouth was dry and her throat parched. Her stomach convulsed against the emptiness. She looked around the cave; Sunflower was gone. Little Fawn could hear the rain beating outside. She moved under a small thin stream of water falling from the cave wall. She let the cool water splash her face, stopping to take small gulps of the cold clear liquid. Her eye began to open as the water washed the dried blood away. With her hands bound behind her, she could not check the damage. I must get out of here, or soon I will die.

Snow Eagle and the people of the village searched and searched for Sunflower's hiding place. Everyone was growing weary but they would not give up. Snow Eagle was out of his mind with worry. Charging Elk tried to keep him calm but it was becoming more difficult as days passed. Each passing day, hope of finding Little Fawn alive diminished. But then, as they combed the forest, his prayers were answered.

One of the villagers spotted Sunflower and ran quickly to fetch Snow Eagle and Charging Elk. The men picked up her trail, staying far enough back that she did not see them. Snow Eagle's heartbeat loudly in his chest, he wanted to grab her and choke the life out of her but he needed to find Little Fawn first. Carefully they followed Sunflower out of the forest and towards the cliffs. She walked for miles, seemingly taking a stroll on a sunny day. No one would guess she had kidnapped and possibly killed Little Fawn. She stopped to eat berries, watch an eagle soaring overhead and even bathed in the stream. Charging Elk had difficulty keeping Snow Eagle back. Patience was the only way they would find Little Fawn and Snow Eagle had little of that left. Charging Elk began to wonder if Sunflower knew they were tracking her. She seemed so relaxed and unhurried. But then he heard her talking to herself, the rantings of a mad woman and he knew. Sunflower had completely lost her mind.

Hours later she began her ascent. An old trail led far up the cliffs, hidden from view. No wonder they had not found her before. She had chosen wisely. Now they prayed Little Fawn was still alive. When Sunflower disappeared into the side of the cliff, the two men hesitated. Was it a trap? They stood for several minutes before approaching the opening. Sunflower was nowhere in sight. Slowly and carefully they entered the long winding opening, it seemed to go for miles into the deep bowels of the earth. Soon they were in total darkness. Up ahead they could see a light. Sunflower had lit a torch to light her way. They followed on silent feet. Soon they came to a large opening, both men squeezed into a narrow opening so as not to be seen. From their vantage point they could see Sunflower. She lit the fire in the center of the large room. As the flames leapt into the air, the eerie light began to fill the room. It was then that they saw a small bundle against the opposite wall. Snow Eagle, thinking this was his wife, instinctively moved to go to Little Fawn but Charging Elk restrained him. He signaled to Snow Eagle to wait. Against every fiber of his being, Snow Eagle stood still. He wanted to see if Little Fawn was alive, how long could he stay silent?

Charging Elk surveyed the room. It appeared to be a shrine to White Fox. The dead man's weapons were piled neatly, as were his clothing, travel pouch and drum. Everything was neatly piled as if he might appear any minute to reclaim them. It gave Charging Elk an eerie feeling. He began to wonder what was the state of Sunflower's mind.

When Sunflower stood facing the bundle, he made his move. He ran at her knocking her to the ground. Sunflower screeched like a banshee. Snow Eagle rushed to the bundle. It was only blankets. He fell to his knees, his hands over his face.

“Where is she? Where is Little Fawn?” he screamed at Sunflower. The anguish in his voice made Charging Elk shiver. How much more could his friend endure?

Snow Eagle stood slowly taking the torch from the wall, he searched the small cave. Little Fawn was not there. Again he screamed at Sunflower who cowered under the assault.

Charging Elk bound Sunflower's hands and forced her ahead of him. Holding the torch in one hand and the squirming woman in the other made moving through the dark tunnel very difficult. At the mouth of the cave, Charging Elk discarded the extinguished torch and grabbed Sunflower with both hands. “You are wicked, just like your son.” He barked in her face. She laughed at him, spitting on his chest. He gave her a shake. “This one is completely mad.”

“She is lucky I have not killed her. Little Fawn had better be alive. If she dies I will strangle Sunflower with my bare hands.” Snow Eagle was losing control. “Where is she?” He grabbed her roughly; Sunflower laughed in his face.

Back in the village, everyone was bustling about with news that Sunflower had been spotted. People gossiped about Snow Eagle and Charging Elk rushing off to follow her. Some speculated that Little Fawn was dead, others hopeful that they would find her in time. Raging Bull was worried about his daughter. Evil or not, she was still his child. He did not want to think what might happen to her. His friend Waving Pine tried to console him. “Life is getting too complicated for us. We are old, it is time to step down and leave the council to the young ones.” Waving Pine was sorry after the words left his mouth.

“I would have left my place to Sunflower, now she has disgraced me.” Waving Pine flinched; he wasn't helping. He simply placed his arm around his friend's bony shoulders and sat in silence. Suddenly a great uproar could be heard outside. “Could they have found Sunflower so soon?” Raging Bull lifted his aching body and headed for the door.

Outside everyone was excited, the runners had returned with Gray Wolf. Black Rain embraced his grandson. Red Hawk put her arms around Gray Wolf's waist and held him tight. They were relieved to see him at long last. “Where is my father?” Gray Wolf was anxious to hear any news of his mother.

“He and Charging Elk are out on the cliffs. Sunflower was spotted and they are following her. We don't know anymore than that.”

“Sunflower? What has she to do with this? Why did my mother go missing?”

“You have many questions, come we must eat. We will tell you what we can.” Gray Wolf was hesitant, he was anxious to go and search for his mother. Black Rain ushered him into their house. It would be a long night, but at least Gray Wolf was home.

Everyone slowly returned to their own houses and their chores, but there was much excitement in the village. The village buzzed like a beehive, with speculation in every corner of every house.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Snow Eagle and Charging Elk tied Sunflower to a dead tree trunk. Carefully they looked for tracks leading out of the cave. “She must have Little Fawn somewhere else. Be careful where you step. We must track her steps.” Snow Eagle stepped back and let Charging Elk take the lead. He was no good at tracking and his mind was on Little Fawn. He had to find her. He turned to glare at Sunflower. The mad woman was singing to herself. It seemed like hours, as Charging Elk searched every square inch of ground and the madwoman sang and screeched. Snow Eagle thought he would go mad himself if he could not go and search soon.

As Charging Elk inspected the ground, small pebbles fell on his back and head. It drew his attention upward. More small pebbles fell, as if something was kicking them from a ledge up on the cliff. “Snow Eagle, go back over there and look up above me. Something is making these pebbles fall. See if you can see anything.” Snow Eagle moved as if in a daze. Slowly his eyes rose up the cliff above Charging Elk. He screamed.

“Someone is there, I can see someone lying on the ledge. Hurry it must be Little Fawn.” Snow Eagle ran towards the cliff searching for a trail.

“Over here, there is a narrow trail here.” Charging Elk and Snow Eagle ran up the narrow cliff path. There, high above where Sunflower was tied, they found the opening to another cave. In the mouth of the cave lay Little Fawn. She was still bound; her thin body was covered in blood. Blood soaked tracks in the sand revealed how her bound legs had swept the ground, sending the pebbles falling. Charging Elk was amazed. Snow Eagle ran to her. He lifted her lifeless body hugging her close. His tears fell on her face. Slowly she opened her eyes. Was she dreaming? Was Snow Eagle here holding her close? Once again she lost consciousness. “Are we in time? Is she alive?” Charging Elk moved closer. Snow Eagle nodded, tears ran down his face.

“Sunflower must have kept her here, somehow she made her way to the opening. I am sure she heard us below. It was ingenious to knock pebbles from the ledge. Little Fawn is an amazing woman. We must get her back to the village.”

Charging Elk led the way down the narrow path, much slower than before. He realized now just how narrow the path was. They had taken a great risk moving at such speed but neither one of them had been thinking of their own safety. Snow Eagle followed carrying Little Fawn. He spoke to her gently, calling her back to him.

They wanted to get back to the village as quickly as possible. Snow Eagle checked Little Fawn's nose for breath. She was breathing but it was shallow. “Let's hurry.” His grip tightened on her bony body.

Charging Elk, untied Sunflower from the tree. She screeched at Little Fawn. “You are dead, you killed my son and now you are dead.” Snow Eagle wanted to hit her.

Charging Elk pushed Sunflower ahead of him down the trail, he tied a long tether of rope to her waist to ensure she did not run away. It was a great relief to have found Little Fawn alive but she did not look good. Charging Elk was very worried. Night was falling and it would be a long walk through the dark forest.

They came to a cool mountain stream. Charging Elk tied Sunflower to a tree and helped Snow Eagle lay Little Fawn on a soft mossy knoll. Snow Eagle carried water and tried to get her to drink. She was unconscious but her starved body reacted and her mouth opened for the water. Slowly he washed her face. One eye was swollen shut. He began to wash the caked blood from her bruised arms. Gently he held her and with each stroke, he realized how thin she was. He looked over at Charging Elk, who could not miss the concern on his face.

“She will live. Once we get back to the village, you can take care of her. She is strong.” Charging Elk tried to reassure his friend but in his heart he did not think Little Fawn would live through the night. The temperature was dropping quickly. “We must build a fire to keep her warm. I will gather wood.” He moved away wanting to do something useful. Snow Eagle prayed with all of his strength for spirit to keep her alive. He pulled his long fur coat over her, with no regard for his own warmth. Soon, he lay beside her, pulling the coat over both of them, willing her to live.

Within minutes, Charging Elk had a fire burning. He moved Sunflower closer to the flame. He did not want her freezing to death, although at the moment, he could easily have killed her with his bare hands. She seemed to be far away in another world, totally unaware of the forest or the cold. It would be a long night. Even a brave warrior like Charging Elk was nervous of the forest at night. It was thought to be where evil lived. Nervously, he peered into the darkness.

The village was quiet. Almost everyone was asleep. Walks Tall Woman lay awake, wondering where Charging Elk was. She prayed to Kah-shu-gon-yah to bring her husband back to her safe and sound. In another house, Gray Wolf lay sending his own message skyward. His mother had been kidnapped and now his father was somewhere in the forest looking for her. Gray Wolf prayed more than he ever had for their safe return. He asked Great Spirit to help him be the man he needed to be, a leader of his people. He thought of Songbird, missing her body close to his. That night he felt very alone.

Charging Elk and Snow Eagle were awakened by Sunflower's screams. She shouted her son's name over and over, staring blankly into the forest. It was as if she could see him. “Untie her.” Charging Elk stared at Snow Eagle in surprise.

“Untie her? This woman is mad. She is a danger to herself and to us. I don't think we should untie her.” Charging Elk was very confused by Snow Eagle's attitude.

“I said untie her. She sees her son's spirit. He calls to her. Let her go.”

Hesitantly, Charging Elk cut the bindings on Sunflower's hands and feet. She jumped up and ran into the forest. “Follow her.” Snow Eagle instructed, rising to his feet.

He pulled the coat over Little Fawn and started after Sunflower with Charging Elk close behind. Sunflower ran only a short distance through the forest and then veered sharply to the right. “She is heading for the cliff.” Snow Eagle increased his speed. Charging Elk and Snow Eagle cleared the trees just in time to watch Sunflower, screaming her son's name, run to the edge. She did not stop. The speed of her body propelled her over the cliff, suspending in midair for a few seconds and then falling to the rocks below. When the two men reached the edge of the cliff, they saw her crumpled body at the stony bottom.

“Snow Eagle, how could this happen? What have I done?” Charging Elk was beside himself.

“You did not let this happen. I told you to untie her. The spirits were calling her to the other side. It is done.” Snow Eagle turned and slowly walked away, head down. Charging Elk did not know what to make of what had just happened. His mind was in turmoil. He could understand that Snow Eagle was not sorry to see Sunflower dead but was this really how it should have ended? Did he know what she was about to do? Charging Elk sat on a large log to gather his thoughts. Never in his life had he experienced anything like this.

Snow Eagle returned to Little Fawn. As he sat beside her still body, he prayed that he had done the right thing. He wanted Sunflower dead. He knew that she was seeing spirits and that she would try to kill herself. He did nothing to stop her. Did he deserve to lead his people, after this? Many thoughts filled his mind; he did not notice that Charging Elk was not behind him. Both men had much to think about as the sun rose in the sky.

Back in the village a meeting of the Elder Council was taking place. “We will ask Walks with Fire and Charging Elk to sit on the council. Our tribes are uniting and this will help to soothe things with Giant Bear and the Tagish. Both are good men who have proven themselves to the Tlingit. Do we all agree?” Black Rain looked at Red Hawk and the others, everyone including Gray Wolf nodded in agreement. “Our new Elder Council will sit in a few days, we will take our place in the second circle to guide and advise but it will be up to you young people now. Do not take your responsibility lightly.”

Gray Wolf, Prairie Flower, Burning Branch, and Walks with Fire all sat silently. This was a very big responsibility. Gray Wolf wondered how his Father would feel about this decision. It was obvious that Snow Eagle would remain on the council, which meant that at least one of the Elders was still in charge. Sunflower was also still a member of the Elder council, however the speculation that she had something to do with Little Fawn's disappearance may change things. Where was his Father? Had he found his Mother and was she alive? Gray Wolf's mind wandered. In his heart he knew that this was not his calling, he was a warrior, a protector of the people. Sitting on the council making decisions was his Father's purpose, not his. He should be out looking for them, not sitting here with women and old men. He was not the only one thinking of Snow Eagle, Charging Elk, Sunflower and Little Fawn.

Walks with Fire returned to tell Moon of his news. “This is a great honor, which you must take very seriously.” Moon was thrilled for him but she could see the doubt beginning to form on his face. “You are deserving of this honor, my husband. You will do a good job.” Walks with Fire took her in his arms. He was pleased that she had such confidence in him.

“I will only agree if Charging Elk agrees. He is not here and we do not know his reaction. We will not celebrate yet.” He hugged her tightly, wondering just how long it would be before he saw his friend again.

Later that afternoon, children ran from the meadow shouting that someone was coming. The villagers watched the meadow to see who approached. When they realized it was Snow Eagle and Charging Elk, many ran to greet them. Everyone stopped, very still, when they realized Snow Eagle was carrying someone. Quiet whispers of speculation filled the air. Was it Little Fawn? Was it Sunflower? What happened?

Walks with Fire and Gray Wolf ran to the two men. Gray Wolf stared at the lifeless body of his Mother in shock. Slowly he lifted her from Snow Eagle's tired arms. “Is she dead?”

“No, she lives, but barely. We must get her to the medicine hut, quickly.” Exhausted, Snow Eagle clapped his son's shoulder, relieved to see him. Walks with Fire put his arm around Charging Elk's shoulder, “Where is Sunflower? Did you not follow her? Is that not how you found Little Fawn?” Charging Elk smiled at his friend, always asking more than one question at one time and expecting a quick answer. He was glad to be home.

The grave matters at hand, soon erased his smile. “Sunflower is dead. Come we will help Snow Eagle get Little Fawn settled and then I will tell you how it happened. It is a very distressing story, my friend.” The two men walked silently, Charging Elk taking great solace in his friend's presence.

CHAPTER TWENTY

For three days, Snow Eagle stayed by Little Fawn's side. She was still unconscious. Moon prepared Dogwood tea to bring down the fever. Knowing that Little Fawn needed nourishment, Moon soaked rags in water and squeezed them into Little Fawn's mouth to help keep her hydrated. Sometimes she would use broth to provide some much needed nourishment. Moon was very worried about Little Fawn, but she was most disturbed at Snow Eagle's lack of response. Moon asked him about feeding Little Fawn, but received no answer. He was far away in another world with spirit. She soaked the cloth again, bringing it to Little Fawn's mouth. Moon lifted the lifeless head. She was very careful not to allow Little Fawn to choke.

Seated, with his eyes closed Snow Eagle felt helpless. He had not eaten. Hour after hour he prayed for Little Fawn's life. He smoked his pipe and let the herbs take him away to Spirit, but there were no answers forthcoming. He could not bear to lose her.

People came to visit bringing totems for good luck, herbs to burn in the medicine fire and food that remained uneaten. The entire village was sad and worried.

“Something has to be done. Snow Eagle is not himself and Moon can only do so much.” Gray Wolf addressed the Elder council. “We must send for Brave Beaver. We need a healer right now.” The others looked at each other for answers. No one wanted to bring Brave Beaver in to take Snow Eagle's place as Shaman, but Little Fawn's life depended on it. Snow Eagle was unreachable. The Hawk's wing was passed to Prairie Flower. She was growing more confident every day in her new position.

“Send runners to bring Brave Beaver here. It will take many days to reach his village in the south and many more for them to return. I only pray he will arrive in time.” Prairie Flower handed the Hawk's wing to Burning Branch. He weighed his words carefully before speaking.

“Little Fawn is growing weaker by the day. Something must be done but I too wonder if we have time to wait for Brave Beaver.” Burning Branch's face showed his distress. Walks with Fire wanted to remind them that his wife, Moon was taking care of Little Fawn and had been taught by Brave Beaver, but he did not yet feel confident enough in his position on the council. He remained silent.

“We have to do something, I say send the runners now. Snow Eagle is my father, I do not want to see anyone replace him, but right now he is not performing as Shaman. He is a man grieving for his sick wife.” Gray Wolf was trying to keep his emotions in check. The older members of the council sat silently observing.

“Send the men.” Charging Elk and Walks with Fire, who had been silent until now, both agreed. A decision was reached and one of the men went to send the party on their way to the Haida village far in the south. Gray Wolf stood, signaling the end of the meeting and walked sadly from the council hut. The others remained seated watching him go.

“It is a difficult decision for Gray Wolf. I honestly think it is too late.” Burning Branch shook his head sadly. The others prayed under their breath that Little Fawn would live. Red Hawk and Black Rain were silent. The young people were in charge now. Behind the elders, Walks Tall Woman sat wearing her newly woven hat. The hat was banded and bore the crest of the Tlingit hierarchy. How she had relished the chore of weaving it, once Charging Elk was put on the council. It was not that she had ever been treated badly by the Tlingit, but the stigma of once being a slave to this village still burned in her. Now she had gone from the lowest of the low, to someone demanding respect. She was enjoying her newfound status.

Gray Wolf walked slowly towards the medicine hut. Moon was trying to explain something to Snow Eagle when he arrived. She had prepared Horsemint for Little Fawn, trying desperately to reduce fever and chills. Moon was at her wits end. Frustrated, she turned toward him, “I can't get through to him. I need his advice.” Tears began to roll down her face. Gray Wolf put his hand on her shoulder.

“We all understand Moon. You are doing a very good job and we appreciate it. My father is not himself right now.” Gray Wolf sat beside Snow Eagle, who didn't appear to know he was there. Gray Wolf took his mother's hand. His family was in turmoil. Gray Wolf missed Songbird. The Tlingit had called him back to take charge; he felt helpless. Moon took the opportunity to leave the hut for a few minutes. As she reached the doorway, she turned and looked at the forlorn pair. Her heart went out to these two brave, strong men. She wiped her tears and stepped out into the cool, damp air. Taking a few deep breathes; she came to a conclusion. It was time to act.

Moon headed for the shore, where she knew she would find Dove and the other slave women, gathering seaweed. It wasn't long before she found her. Motioning Dove to her so they could speak in private, Moon hesitated before she began. “Dove, I need your help.” The short, stocky woman looked at her curiously.

“What can I do?”

“Little Fawn is not getting better. I know she showed you where the herbs and plants grow in the meadows.” Dove nodded, waiting patiently. “I need you to take me there so I can find a special plant.” Dove was about to ask about the plant, but decided it was not her business. As a lowly slave, she had no right to question. Moon was married to a council member and considered elevated in Tlingit society. Dove's mind wandered to her sister, Walks Tall Woman. Ever since Charging Elk was sworn in on the Elder council, her sister walked proudly and almost defiantly amongst the people. Walks Tall Woman always said that getting Moon to talk was like getting milk from a dog. But Dove was fond of this quiet, pensive woman, who was unaffected by her own husband's promotion. Moon was a selfless, healer. Dove wanted to help in any way she could. Little Fawn was her friend; she missed her.

“Come, I will show you. Anything to help Little Fawn, I still feel very guilty that I could not help her that day in the forest.” Dove's face was overcome with sadness. Moon put her arm around her shoulder in comfort.

“It was not your fault. Sunflower was out of her mind and determined to capture Little Fawn. Right now we must concentrate on getting her better. How is your head today?” Dove still suffered terrible headaches.

“Not bad, thank you. The Pennyroyal tea that you gave me helps.” The two women headed for the meadow.

Charging Elk and Walks with Fire strolled through the village. “I am very concerned that the runners will not find Brave Beaver. Or that he will refuse to come, after all he is the Haida Shaman and cannot just leave his people without a healer. This is a very serious situation. If only we could reach Snow Eagle. He seems to have gone over to Spirit World far from reality.”

“I do not understand why Moon can not take over temporarily. She was well trained by Brave Beaver. Do you think it is because she is Haida?” Walks with Fire trusted Charging Elk. He felt comfortable making the suggestion to him in private.

“Moon? What a good idea. Why did you not mention it at council?”

“I did not feel it was my place.” Walks with Fire walked with his head down.

“You are a council Elder now my friend. I know it is a strange turn of events for two Tagish to sit on the great and powerful Tlingit council, however we are part of this tribe now. This is our village; these are our people. You must start to take part, be proud of your position. I must say my wife is proud of our elevated status. Sometimes I think it has gone to her head.” Charging Elk laughed when he thought of Walks Tall Woman and her new hat.

“Perhaps you could mention it? Moon being the temporary Shaman, not Walks Tall Woman's hat.” Walks with Fire looked to his friend pleadingly. Charging Elk had to smile at the reference to the hat.

“Yes, I will. Tomorrow we will call the council together and I will make the suggestion. Although I still think you should be the one to do it. She is your wife.” The two walked through the village, discussing Snow Eagle and Little Fawn.

Gray Wolf stayed with his parents for hours before Moon returned. He thanked her and left the medicine hut. Slowly he walked towards home, where Red Hawk and Black Rain were waiting. “How is she?”

“No change. It is my father I am worried about. Please go and see him Grandmother.” Red Hawk looked over at Black Rain, deep concern on both of their faces.

“I will go in the morning. The rain is coming and these old bones don't move well in the dampness. Now you must eat, and rest.” She stirred the large bowl of stew. Black Rain moved next to his grandson, discussing the council meeting. He wanted to let Gray Wolf know that he was doing a good job.

“To be honest, I would rather take my men and go on a raid. That is were my talents are best used. Once my father is back with us, he can take over again.” Gray Wolf ate slowly. Black Rain understood that the young man was missing his wife and his life as lead warrior, but the welfare of the village was at stake.

“You are doing a fine job on the council. I am proud of the way you have kept your emotions in check.” The old man patted the younger man's shoulder. Red Hawk smiled at the exchange. She too was proud of the more mature Gray Wolf.

Back in the medicine hut, Moon mixed the herbs with hot water. She was taking a very big risk, but something had to be done. Snow Eagle was useless in his current state, and Little Fawn would die if drastic measures were not taken. Slowly Moon tore the leaves, adding just the right amount of crushed powder. Painstakingly careful, she did not question her decision. She had seen Brave Beaver use this plant twice before. Moon knew that it would elevate the heartbeat and could end Little Fawn's life. But she had seen it bring a man back from Spirit world before, and she prayed it would work this time. In her heart she knew that if anyone found out what she had done and Little Fawn died, it would be her life on the line. She cried not for herself, but for her husband, who would be banished from the village forever. I pray he will understand. Moon was ready to face the consequences of her own death; she had to try to save Little Fawn.

Snow Eagle rose, kissed Little Fawn's cheek and walked from the hut. Moon thought it very strange that he had not spoken or even acknowledged her. Did he see what she was doing? Did he know? Moon's hand shook as she stirred the steamy liquid.

Snow Eagle walked to the edge of the water. A light rain fell. The sky grew dark. He too had reached his decision. Tomorrow, he would take Little Fawn in the canoe. He would paddle slowly out to sea, where he would end both of their lives. He knew she was close to leaving him and he could not live without her. It was best that they died together and traveled to Kiwa-a, realm of happiness. Gray Wolf was back and would take care of the villagers. Charging Elk and Walks with Fire would ensure that the people were safe. All of them would travel back to the valley soon and Gray Wolf's son would be born. At the thought of not seeing his grandchild, Snow Eagle began to cry. He sat on the large boulders and sobbed.

Walks with Fire stopped by to see his wife. “Will you be here all night again Moon?” She nodded, deeply absorbed in what she was doing. “I will see you in the morning, make sure you eat that food I brought for you.” He reached for her arm, lifting her to her feet. She snuggled close, his arms holding her tightly. Her mind was racing.

I pray I am not making a grave mistake my husband. I am not the only one that will suffer, if I fail. She shuddered. Walks with Fire extended his arms looking deeply into her eyes. “What troubles you Moon?” She pulled him close and did not answer. “Shall I stay with you tonight?” She took a deep breath, knowing that he must leave.

“No, my husband, I am just tired. You go home and I will see you in the morning. I have much to do here tonight. Little Fawn needs me.”

“You should be the new Shaman, you are an excellent healer. Moon, I am very proud of you.” She smiled at him, thinking, I hope you think so tomorrow. He kissed her, and left her alone.

Moon walked slowly to Little Fawn. She hesitated before lifting Little Fawn's head in her arm. Slowly she leaned over to feel Little Fawn's breath. Satisfied that she was still breathing, Moon squeezed the wet cloth into her mouth. Little Fawn coughed. Moon continued to administer the herbal mixture; all of the time praying to Kah-shu-gon-yah to spare Little Fawn's life. It would be a long night. This herbal mixture would have to be given every two hours until morning. Then Moon would know whether she had made the right decision and both Little Fawn's and her own fate would be decided.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The sun rose slowly over the mountaintops casting a pink haze across the sky. Gold light flickered as the golden ball rose higher in the sky. People would soon be coming out of their houses to greet the day. Snow Eagle felt the heat of the sun on his face. He awoke to find himself lying on the large boulders by the shore. Stiff and sore from his uncomfortable perch, he stood and stretched his body. Soon his mind began to formulate a plan. He looked toward the canoes on the shore. His mind was made up.

Red Hawk had woken early and was returning from the water's edge. She had not seen him when she passed. It was too dark. Now she watched him stretching his tall frame as she approached. “Good morning Snow Eagle. Did you decide that the rocks were more comfortable than your mat?” He turned to look at her.

“Mother. No, I must have fallen asleep late last night. I came here to pray.”

“And did you get your answers, my son?”

“Yes, I know what I must do.” A far away look, cast across his face, he looked almost happy. Red Hawk found this unnerving; she felt a cold chill run down her spine.

“What must you do?” She was beginning to feel very nervous. Her son was not himself. He did not answer her. “I asked you a question. Do you disrespect your mother?” This seemed to bring him back to her.

“No, Mother. I was just thinking. I have much to do today. You will have to excuse me.” He closed the gap between them, looked deeply into her eyes and hugged her. His arms tightened around her as he kissed the top of her gray head. Snow Eagle looked at her once more, and then turned and walked toward the medicine hut. Red Hawk began to shake. A terrible premonition filled her being. She moved as quickly as she could toward her house. She needed to get Gray Wolf and Black Rain right away. It took much longer than she would have liked to reach the house. “Gray Wolf, Black Rain hurry!” She shouted but heard only loud snoring coming from the house. She shouted again, this time a few grumbles could be heard. “Get up and get dressed, hurry something is terribly wrong.” Both men rolled off of their bed mats and looked at her sleepily. “I said hurry!” They began to dress, grumbling as they did. Gray Wolf was ready long before Black Rain.

“What is wrong Grandmother?” He was sleepy and confused but he could tell that something was very wrong.

“Get to the medicine hut and don't let your Father do anything silly. I will follow you with Black Rain, we do not move as quickly as you do. Now go.” Gray Wolf wanted answers but his respect for his grandmother told him to go. He rushed through the door, followed close behind by Black Rain still pulling his shirt over his head and Red Hawk pushing him along.

Halfway to the medicine hut, Gray Wolf met Moon who shouted at him. “Stop him, he mustn't take her anywhere. Please hurry!” She was out of breath from running and barely audible. Gray Wolf was more confused than ever.

“Stop who?”

“Stop Snow Eagle, he has Little Fawn, hurry.”

Red Hawk and Black Rain reached the pair, just as Gray Wolf ran off toward the shore. Moon tried to catch her breath. Red Hawk asked her what was going on.

“I must have fallen asleep. I woke up just in time to see Snow Eagle carry Little Fawn from the medicine hut. I was groggy; it took a few minutes to realize I wasn't dreaming. I ran after him but he was too fast. Someone stop him.” She began to move towards the shore with the two older adults close behind. Gray Wolf was running ahead of her. People appeared from their houses, curious, they stared at them as they hurried passed.

Gray Wolf reached the beach just as Snow Eagle was pushing the canoe off the rocky shore. He grabbed the back of the canoe and tugged at it. His father turned to look at him with a strange eerie look. Gray Wolf was frightened. “What are you doing? Father, it is me, Gray Wolf.”

“We must go, goodbye my son.” Snow Eagle tried to push the canoe but Gray Wolf held fast. Soon Charging Elk arrived to see what the commotion was about.

“Charging Elk, help me pull the canoe back on shore, we must get Mother back to the medicine hut.” Charging Elk looked from father to son, not sure what to do.

“Goodbye my friend, take care of the villagers.” Snow Eagle turned to Charging Elk. Realizing the severity of the situation, Charging Elk reached over and helped Gray Wolf pull the canoe out of the water. Snow Eagle looked surprised. “Please Little Fawn and I must go, now. Kah-shu-gon-yah is waiting for us.” Gray Wolf and Charging Elk exchanged a knowing look.

“Here is Red Hawk and Black Rain. I think you should go with them so that Gray Wolf and I can get Little Fawn back to the medicine hut.” Charging Elk tried to convince Snow Eagle to go. Terrified, Moon moved toward Little Fawn. She climbed into the canoe. She prayed the Little Fawn was not dead.

“Snow Eagle, come quickly.” Moon shouted to Snow Eagle, who turned sharply to look at her. “Come here.” Snow Eagle leaned into the canoe where he had placed Little Fawn. Moon pointed. “Look at her.” Snow Eagle followed Moon's pointing fingers to Little Fawn's face; her eyes were open.

“No!” he screamed, “She is gone. No, Little Fawn wait for me.” Snow Eagle was losing control. His arms began to flail in the air.

“Snow Eagle, look at her, she lives.” Moon pulled at his flailing arms. The others came closer. Snow Eagle stopped to stare at Moon. Slowly, he returned his gaze to Little Fawn, who slowly smiled up at him.

“Moon, she is alive.” Snow Eagle could not believe his eyes. The others were jubilant. Snow Eagle picked Little Fawn up in his arms, tears rolled down his cheeks dripping on her face. Little Fawn tried to speak but could manage only a faint whisper. Gray Wolf and Charging Elk clasped hands in great joy. Moon took charge of the situation.

“I want you to take Little Fawn back to the medicine hut, right now.” Although she was small, at that moment her voice was filled with authority. No one questioned her. The happy band moved quickly back to the medicine hut. Snow Eagle placed Little Fawn gently on the mat; his hand brushed her cheek. His heart was filled with joy. The others stood by, their heads filled with many questions. Walks with Fire appeared in the medicine hut, confused to find everyone there. Soon they were all talking at once.

“I want all of you to leave. If you go to the Council hut, I will come and tell you what I have done. But first I must make sure Little Fawn is alright.” Moon, still in charge, ushered all but Snow Eagle from the hut.

“I owe you a great debt Moon. How did you bring her back to us?” Snow Eagle felt humbled in the presence of this little Haida woman. He was overjoyed.

“I will tell you how I did it, but you must understand I was desperate.” She was relieved to see Snow Eagle acting normal again. The two spent the next few minutes discussing her remedy in detail. Snow Eagle was surprised but also impressed.

“You realize that you took a great risk?”

“Yes, but luckily Kah-shu-gon-yah heard our prayers and brought her back to us.”

“Moon, I thank you. I apologize for leaving you with no counsel but I was so worried about Little Fawn, I was not in this world for sometime. I shall thank Kah-shu-gon-yah everyday of my life, that he brought you here to us.” He turned his attention to Little Fawn, “Welcome back my wife. I have missed you.” Moon excused herself, knowing that her patient was in good hands. She walked quietly to the edge of the meadow and fell to her knees. She thanked Kah-shu-gon-yah. Walks with Fire followed her; he stood back and watched his wife with pride. He knew she was praying and gave her the privacy she needed. His chest was bursting with pride. He did not think he could love her more than he did this minute.

Everyone crowded into the Council hut, waiting for Moon. Walks Tall Woman waited with Charging Elk, all of the Elders and the new council members took their places. Soon Moon and Walks with Fire arrived. Moon looked at everyone smiling. She felt very happy that everything had turned out for the best, but now she had to tell them of the great risk she had taken. It could have turned out very different if Little Fawn had died. Everyone was silent, Moon had their attention. Slowly and carefully she explained what she had done. Several loud gasps were heard, people showing shocked surprise that she would take such a chance. Everyone knew the consequences if Little Fawn had died.

Snow Eagle arrived taking his place beside Moon. People were coming to grips with what Moon had done, and planning a great celebration at the same time. The room was filled with mixed emotions. “Everyone, I have something to say. I must apologize for my show of weakness. I have not been here for you these past weeks.” Many people mumbled under their breath that they understood. Everyone wanted to show support for Snow Eagle. “I appreciate your support but right now, I want to address Moon. I was not there to perform my duties, and she has taken it upon herself to take a great risk.” People waited. Was Snow Eagle about to discipline Moon? Had she overstepped? Walks with Fire held his breath. Red Hawk and Black Rain held hands waiting patiently for their son to speak. “This young woman has saved Little Fawn's life. I am going to begin training Moon as the village's next Shaman.” Everyone gasped; this was unprecedented. Gray Wolf looked surprised, Walks with Fire burst with pride and joy. Moon stared at Snow Eagle in shocked amazement. Walks Tall Women looked both surprised and annoyed.

“But….” Moon could not speak.

“Let me finish. Moon you have shown to be very gifted in the art of healing and you obviously have a very strong connection to spirit. The Tlingit need to know that there is a Shaman waiting to take my place. You have been chosen by Kah-shu-gon-yah to be the next Shaman. Do you accept this responsibility?” Moon could only nod her head in acceptance. She could not believe what was happening. Everyone cheered. “Now, let us have a great celebration. Little Fawn is not well yet, but she is back from the land of spirit and will be amongst us very soon, thanks to Moon.” Moon blushed a deep crimson.

The entire village celebrated, food was plentiful. Many stories were told. New stories of how Moon, the Haida woman, had saved Little Fawn's life and would become the new Shaman of the Tlingit nation.

Dove congratulated Moon and returned to sit with her sister. “I am so happy for Moon. She is a lovely woman.”

“Lovely? I think it is ridiculous. How can a Haida woman, become our next Shaman?” Walks Tall Woman was not pleased.

“You are just jealous, little sister.”

“Jealous, of her? Don't be ridiculous.”

“Yes, you are jealous because she will have higher standing than you do. I do not understand why you can not be happy for her.” Dove had enough of her sister's high and mighty attitude and moved away to sit with the other slaves. Walks Tall Women watched her go. She could not believe her own sister would say those things to her. She picked up her new hat, plopped it on her head defiantly and went to find Charging Elk.

Snow Eagle sat with Gray Wolf, Red Hawk and Black Rain. He was feeling much more like his old self again. Finally Little Fawn was recovering and the villagers were celebrating. Red Hawk looked over at him. She could not help but wonder just what Snow Eagle had been planning before they all stopped him. Did you plan to take yourself and Little Fawn to Kiwa-a? Moon has saved both of you, my son.

In the nights that followed, Snow Eagle was tormented by dreams. He was being swallowed by the black sea and Little Fawn was crying out for him. He could not reach her. Every night he would awaken, sweat dripping from his brow, his heart beating. How could he have made such a mistake? He should have been strong. He should have been the one to administer the cure to Little Fawn. But he was not strong; he showed great weakness. He was not the brave, strong leader that his people thought he was. He was torn by his guilt and his joy at having Little Fawn back. He would often sleep beside her in the medicine hut, waiting anxiously for her to come home.

Red Hawk was surprised when Gray Wolf told her he was leaving. “So soon?”

“Yes, I want to be with Songbird when my child is born. The entire village will soon be moving to the valley and we will join you there. I must go, I am not meant to be sitting on the Elder council. My day will come soon enough. You know me, Grandmother, I have warriors to train and a wife that needs me.” Red Hawk understood, but she would miss her grandson. She was not convinced that Snow Eagle was completely recovered from this entire trauma. After seeing his grandmother, Gray Wolf went to spend time with his mother in the medicine hut.

“Must you go, Gray Wolf?” Little Fawn was improving day by day. She knew Gray Wolf was anxious to return to his wife, but she would miss him terribly. “Everything seems to be happening so fast. It seems only days since I was rescued.”

“Mother, you know that I must go. You will be in the valley shortly and we will all be united once again. This is something that I must do. Take care of yourself.” She held tightly to her son. She was proud of the brave man he had become but her heart was breaking to let him go once again. He visited with Snow Eagle, encouraging his father to put his life back together. “You must return to normal Father. Mother is on the mend but you must show the people you are strong. They are counting on you.” The words seemed to have an effect on Snow Eagle.

The next day, Gray Wolf bid farewell to everyone and left the village confident that his Mother was on her way to recovery and his Father was back in charge.

It was weeks before Little Fawn was strong enough to return home to her own house. Her stomach seemed unable to take solid foods, but Moon was conscientious in preparing watery gruel and broth for her. Snow Eagle was by her side every night and most of the day. Often she would wake, screaming in terror. He comforted her the best he could. Soon the dreams seemed to come less often for both of them. She began to take small morsels of solid food. He was consumed with guilt, but watching her improve made him feel better. He was indebted to Moon and determined to teach her everything he knew about medicine. The young woman was like a sponge, absorbing the information at an amazing rate. He had not forgotten Gray Wolf's words. He was determined to show his people he was back in charge.

One of the young village women was in labor. Moon had given the young woman Partridgeberry for several days before the delivery. This would ease the baby's journey into the world. Snow Eagle prepared a mixture of Licorice and Buckwheat, one to speed the expulsion of the placenta and the other to stop hemorrhaging. After several hours, the Tlingit welcomed a new male member into the world. Moon was tired but satisfied. She returned to her house for a much needed rest. Walks Tall Woman was preparing the meal.

“So you have decided to eat with us. I think we saw more of you when Little Fawn was in the medicine hut.” Moon just smiled at Walks Tall Woman and went to lie down. She would not give the other the satisfaction of an argument. It seemed that Walks Tall Woman was always prodding her, goading her into a discussion or an argument. Moon could not be bothered with her. “Well, you are talkative, as usual,” sneered Walks Tall Woman, who rolled her eyes. Moon was so frustrating.

Just then Charging Elk and Walks with Fire arrived home from a hunt. “Good evening, wife.” Charging Elk kissed her cheek. She pointed towards the sleeping area and Walks with Fire went to see Moon. She was asleep.

“It looks like Snow Eagle is tiring Moon out. She sleeps before supper.” Walks with Fire returned to the central fire, folding his long legs under himself. Charging Elk sniffed the aromas coming from the stew pot.

“Something smells delicious. We have had successful day hunting. I think this will be our last hunt before we go to the mountains. I for one will look forward to seeing mountains and valleys again.”

“I like the shore. It is warmer and the fishing is excellent.”

“After almost drowning, I don't know how you can enjoy fishing.” The two men laughed and chatted over their meal. Walks Tall Woman was pensive. “What is on your mind, wife?”

“I was wondering what would happen when we get to the valley. After all, Gray Wolf and Songbird will join the village, the Tagish will be united with the Tlingit and I wonder what will happen to the Elder council.” She looked from one man to the other. Neither spoke, waiting for her to make her point. “Think about it. When have two Tagish men, one with an Eyak wife and the other with a Haida wife ever been invited to sit on a council of the great Tlingit?” Neither man had considered it, not being as concerned with politics as Walks Tall Woman obviously was.

“Nothing will change. We are council members, the tribes have united and we are all one people.” Charging Elk took a large chunk of meat and stuffed it in his mouth.

“You do have a point, we are a strange bunch. Two Tagish, one Eyak and one Haida, living with the Tlingit.” Walks with Fire laughed. The conversation had woken Moon, who came to join them. “However, this Haida woman is going to be the new Shaman, so her position is secure.” He smiled up at Moon, who looked sleepily confused.

“Sit down love, you need some nourishment. How did the birth go?”

“Never mind the birth, this is a serious conversation. We might all be out on our ear when we reach the valley. There may be a great shuffle in the council.” Walks Tall Women pulled the attention back to herself.

Walks with Fire handed some food to his wife, who simply smiled and began eating. He was happy that she was a quiet, calm soul and not ‘all fire' like Walks Tall Woman.

“All of us have a secure place here with the Tlingit. You do not have to worry. Your new hat will remain on your head, wife.” Everyone laughed except Walks Tall Woman. She stared stubbornly into the fire. Charging Elk reached over and kissed her cheek. “I will talk to Snow Eagle tomorrow and put your mind at rest.”

The next morning brought sad news to the village. The runners returned without Brave Beaver but with some disturbing news. Everyone gathered around the fire to hear their stories. “When we arrived at the Haida camp just south of here, everyone was gone. The village was deserted.” Moon and Walks with Fire exchanged a worried look. These were the people that had saved Walks with Fire and they were Moon's family.

“Deserted? But the Haida do not move into the mountains as we do. Where did they go?” Snow Eagle was deeply disturbed by this news. The Haida village was generations old; something very bad must have driven them from their home.

“We found many burial sites, it looked as if many died at the same time and were buried. Perhaps there was a great sickness. There were many charred and burnt piles.” The villagers looked worried. Many faces began to show panic.

“Do not panic. If there were a sickness, we would have heard from traders. No one has been here in weeks.” Snow Eagle wanted calm and order.

“That is because they are all dead!” Someone in the crowd shouted and people all talked at once. The sound was deafening. Moon started to cry, Walks with Fire tightened his grip on her shoulders.

“We traveled further south in search of Brave Beaver's people but after we found the second and then the third village deserted, we decided to return. We were very careful to smudge ourselves with sage to ensure we did not bring disease back to the village. We did not touch anything from the villages.” The runners were trying to assure everyone that they were not infected. All of them seemed healthy but people began to distance themselves.

“We do not know that it was disease. Perhaps there is a war party that is invading the shore villages, or perhaps there is a great Potlach that the Haida have traveled to.” Snow Eagle was grasping at straws. What could have happened? “I suggest we begin to pack for the mountains. We were leaving at Grass moon, now we will leave early. Something has driven the Haida from their homes and we are not going to stay to find out what it is.” Snow Eagle turned to Charging Elk. “You and Walks with Fire spread the word to everyone, we will leave in four days. It will be a long journey. The villagers must prepare to travel now.”

Red Hawk, Black Rain and Raging Bull were deeply distressed by this news. All of them were dreading the journey back to valley; they were getting old. However, they would pack up their gear and move out with everyone else as they had for many years.

Snow Eagle directed the runners to the medicine hut. He would keep them isolated for the time being. He instructed Moon to put sage and other herbs on the fire and keep the hut filled with the cleansing smoke. Moon was trying to pay attention but her mind was on her people. Where did they go? She asked the men to describe what they had seen. Everything they told her made her think that a great sickness had spread through the village. She was heartbroken, but duty called and she pushed the tears away. Moon had work to do, these men needed tending and she would not neglect her duty. She wiped the tears that threatened to fall, inhaled deeply and went to prepare the fire.

Snow Eagle went to inform Little Fawn that they would be traveling. He hoped she would be strong enough to make the long journey. “I will be fine. I can ride part of the journey on the travois. You just go and do what you must to get the people ready.” Little Fawn was happy to be alive; she was ready to do whatever was necessary. “Poor Moon, she must be devastated. Her people might all be dead.” Her thoughts turned to Brave Beaver and Swift Otter. Silently she prayed for her son's safety. When will this family have peace?

When Snow Eagle went to inform Raging Bull that they would be leaving shortly, he found the old man asleep. After trying to wake him, Snow Eagle realized that he was dead. The Tlingit would have to bury another of their people before leaving the seashore. Reverently he covered Raging Bull's head and went to find his parents. This would be difficult news to deliver.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

The Tlingit moved out in an orderly fashion. The runners were released from the medicine hut, showing no ill effects. Snow Eagle was not convinced that a great sickness had killed the Haida, but something had driven them from their home and he would not take any chances with his people. The weather was unusually warm for Crow Moon, and he thanked Kah -shu-gon-yah for answering his prayers. Little Fawn seemed much stronger and the move to the valley would ensure his people were safe; he was feeling better than he had in weeks. They had held a burial ceremony for Raging Bull and although everyone was sad, it was expected. Many said that he was never the same after Sunflower's death. Red Hawk, Black Rain, Clouds of Thunder and Waving Pine sadly said goodbye to another old friend before moving out. A large totem, topped with the head of a bull stood proudly beside Buffalo woman's totem. “We will never forget you, dear friend.”

Many looked back at the deserted village before walking toward the mountains.

“I just want you to know that I think you have made the right decision, Snow Eagle,” He turned to see Walks Tall Woman approaching.

“It is comforting to know my people trust my decisions.”

“Oh, I am very happy that you are back in charge Snow Eagle, of course with the new council the people will have a much stronger leadership.” She smiled. Snow Eagle thought that she was being rather forward but he could see how important Charging Elk's new position was to her. It made him snicker to himself.

“Yes, the new council is very strong and able. I am sure we will all make the right decisions once we reach the valley.” With that, Walks Tall Woman seemed to be satisfied that her husband's position was safe and she moved off to walk with her sister. Snow Eagle laughed out loud.

“What is so funny, husband?” Little Fawn took his arm.

“Walks Tall Woman, she is more concerned with the council than Charging Elk. Perhaps we should have chosen her instead.” They both laughed. It felt good to laugh again.

“Walks Tall Woman is a proud young woman, she is very anxious to fit in. I am glad she and Charging Elk are Tlingit now. Of course, nothing has to be said about Walks with Fire and Moon. I do not know what I would have done without her and I am sure you feel the same.” He looked at her face. His heart filled with love for this beautiful woman. He pulled her close. Finally the Great Spirit had answered his prayers, he felt complete. Together they walked into the forest, following their people.

The journey was uneventful and the weather was good for the entire time. After several days they met up with a small band of Haida. Although they did not recognize any of them, the Haida confirmed that a great sickness had descended over their villages. Apparently it spread quickly and many died. The few remaining were traveling to another village far to the north. The Tlingit gave them food and gifts and wished them well. Everyone was very sad to learn that several Haida villages had been deserted and many dead. The mood of the people was somber as they continued on, however they knew that the decision to leave the coast was the right one. Little Fawn and Snow Eagle both wondered if Brave Beaver's village was safe.

It was several weeks before the Tlingit arrived in the valley. The older Tlingit were very relieved to see the summer home. It had been a long journey for them. There were still small mounds of snow here and there. The valley was much cooler than they remembered, but the huts were soon erected and the villagers settled in.

Charging Elk and Walks with Fire were ordered to leave the village to travel inland to the Tagish village. It was their duty to inform the Tagish that the Tlingit were now in the valley. Walks Tall Woman was upset that she was not included. “But why can't I go with you?”

“Snow Eagle has chosen Walks with Fire and I to go to Giant Bear. I will return within a few days.” He could see that he wasn't satisfying her. “If there is a council meeting while we are away, you can sit in my place.” This seemed to change her mood completely.

“Yes, I see that you must go. I will take care of everything here, Charging Elk. Do not worry about a thing.” She busied herself putting her things away in the new hut, smiling widely. He smiled, pulling her close to give her a proper goodbye. Charging Elk was anxious to see his people again.

As the valley began to come alive with life, Walks with Fire and Charging Elk started their journey to the home they had not seen in many moons. “I am anxious to see everyone, it has been a long time.” Walks with Fire looked back to the valley, “But I will miss our new family while we are gone.” Charging Elk agreed. The Tlingit were their family now. Both were happy with their new wives and anxious to start a family of their own. However, it felt good to be together on the trail, just the two of them and they would enjoy the next few days. They started the adventure with great anticipation and vigor.

The village seemed deserted when Charging Elk and Walks with Fire arrived. The men exchanged a look of concern. Charging Elk shouted a greeting. Finally a young woman appeared from one of the houses. “Everyone is at the meeting house, Songbird is giving birth. It is a very exciting time.” Charging Elk and Walks with Fire turned toward the large plank house at the far end of the village. Many people were gathered outside.

Suddenly the earth beneath their feet began to shake, both men were knocked to the ground. Many people screamed and several ran past the two as they struggled to get to their feet. Racks of meat fell over, pots crashed to the ground from their perches, terrified people ran in all directions. At the edge of the village several large trees fell violently to the ground. Terror and confusion mixed with loud screams turned the village into a nightmare.

Then as suddenly as it had started, all was calm. No shaking, no moving earth, just calm silence. Not a whisper could be heard. Slowly people began to appear, confused and frightened. Many moved to the fallen trees where a large fissure had appeared in the earth. The pit was at least ten feet across and a hundred feet long. Huge, broken, trees were engulfed by the huge hole. Charging Elk and Walks with Fire were stunned. No one had ever seen such a sight. Mothers pulled their curious offspring away from the edge. People began to chant, sending prayers skyward.

Moments later, another loud shout was heard. Everyone turned towards the long house, where Gray Wolf and Giant Bear stood. It was Gray Wolf that was shouting, in his arms was a small bundle. “It is a boy!” The entire village cheered, soon forgetting the earth-shattering nightmare of only a few moments ago. Charging Elk and Walks with Fire were the first to reach Gray Wolf.

“A boy, you must be very proud my friend although I have never experienced a birth the shook the earth like this one has.” Gray Wolf looked around the village, startled to see the disarray and the huge fissure.

“Welcome my brothers, it is good to see you. We felt the earth shaking but we could not leave Songbird. Is anyone hurt?” Gray Wolf handed the child to Giant Bear who looked very uncomfortable holding the tiny infant. His huge hands engulfing the child like the newly open pit engulfed the trees.

“Everyone come to see my grandson!” He was a very proud grandfather. People rushed around him admiring the child.

“I think we must call him Yoo aan ka a', or Earthquake since he entered this world in such an earth shattering way.” Gray Wolf declared. The people sent up a great cheer.

Giant Bear laughed, “I think you must ask Songbird first, we all know who the great warrior is in your house.” The men laughed. The people were overjoyed; much laughter filled the air. They immediately began to plan a celebration.

Charging Elk and Walks with Fire accompanied Gray Wolf to his house. Songbird would need to rest and the midwife was taking very good care of her. The young men had much to tell Gray Wolf who was curious as to why they were here in the village. Once settled, they explained how the entire Tlingit village had traveled to the valley earlier than planned. Gray Wolf was elated to hear the news.

“The timing seems to be perfect, Kah -shu-gon-yah has arranged everything very well. Now Mother and Father will meet Yoo aan Ka a' sooner than we expected. Now tell me what happened while he was being born. As I said, we were waiting for the child and suddenly the entire house shook. We did not know what was happening outside. I could not leave Songbird and it was over as quickly as it began.” The men explained what they had experienced, although no one really knew what had happened.

Tired but elated, Songbird held her son in her arms. He was so tiny. She whistled softly as she rocked him. Her father explained the earthquake to her. She agreed that Kah-shu-gon-yah had given them a sign. In her arms she held the leader of the new nation, his name would be Yoo ann Ka a', Earthquake. Never in her life had she felt so content and happy.

A week later, the entire Tlingit village arrived in the mountain village of the Tagish. A great Potlach was taking place and everyone was excited.

Giant Bear and Snow Eagle stood proudly overseeing the newly united nation before them. Songbird and Gray Wolf mingled in the huge crowd, proudly showing their beautiful son, Quake to anyone and everyone. Little Fawn was beaming with pleasure at her new grandson. At last life was settling down and their lives were filled with peace and happiness.

Snow Eagle now understood his dream, the earthquake signified the birth of his grandson Earthquake; the birth of a nation. He was very happy and content. He felt that the future was secure. Red Hawk, Black Rain, Clouds of Thunder and Waving Pine stood proudly, confident that their people would survive and their stories would be told for generations.

As the ceremonies began, Snow Eagle and Giant Bear welcomed everyone. “We have a new future leader of the Tlingit/Tagish people. Yoo aan ka a', Earthquake will lead future generations of our united tribes. This is a great day for all of us.” Giant Bear stood to the side when he finished so that Snow Eagle could bless the child and the united peoples.

“Today I stand before you as your Shaman. My people, I am humbled in your presence. Kah -shu-gon-yah has brought together, not only the Tagish and the Tlingit but also a brave, high-spirited woman of the Eyak tribe, Walks Tall Woman and Moon, of the Haida, who I have chosen as my successor. Kah-shu-gon-yah has created us all and we are all one under the skin. We are united in spirit with each other. Together we will grow and thrive as the great nation should be.” He paused to look over his people before beginning his prayer, “All my relations. I honor you in this circle of life with me today. I am grateful for this opportunity to acknowledge you in this prayer….

To the Creator, for the ultimate gift of life, I thank you.

To the mineral nation that has built and maintained my bones and all foundations of life experience, I thank you. To the plant nation that sustains my organs and body and gives me healing herbs for sickness, I thank you.

To the animal nation that feeds me from your own flesh and offers your loyal companionship in this walk of life, I thank you.

To the human nation that shares my path as a soul upon the sacred wheel of Earthly life, I thank you.

To the Spirit nation that guides me invisibly through the ups and downs of life and for carrying the torch of light through the Ages. I thank you.

To the Four Winds of Change and Growth, I thank you.

You are all my relations, my relatives, without whom I would not live. We are in the circle of life together, coexisting, co-dependent, co-creating our destiny. One, not more important than the other. One nation evolving from the other and yet each dependent upon the one above and the one below. All of us a part of the Great Mystery. Thank you for this Life.

A huge cheer erupted from the crowd. Walks Tall Woman seemed to grow at least three inches with pride. Humble, Moon blushed at Snow Eagle's words. Little Fawn smiled at her people, she sent up a silent prayer asking that this happiness would last. Tlingit and Tagish mingled as one. Music, food and story telling would fill the next few days.

They had survived war, natural disasters, sickness, animal attacks and human threats of jealousy, hatred and fear. The Tlingit and their stories would live on in the great wild wilderness of the north for many generations.

THE END

MOONS

The North American Indians called the months “Moons” and were particularly noted for naming each month for the most striking event taking place in it. Indian moons correspond only in a general way to our own months. Due to the fact that the names varied so greatly between the different tribes, the American Indian Association adopted the following moons, or months, after careful research and study, and approved them.

JANUARY

Snow Moon or Cold Moon

FEBRUARY

Hunger Moon

MARCH

Crow Moon or Awaking Moon

APRIL

Grass Moon

MAY

Planting Moon or Flower Moon

JUNE

Rose Moon or Buck Moon

JULY

Heat Moon or Blood Moon

AUGUST

Thunder Moon or Sturgeon Moon

SEPTEMBER

Hunting Moon or Harvest Moon

OCTOBER

Falling Leaf Moon or Traveling Moon

NOVEMBER

Mad Moon or Beaver Moon

DECEMBER

Long Night Moon

Modern Day Kwans

“There were ten million Native Americans on the North American continent when the first non-Indians arrived. Over the next 300 years, 90% of all Native American original population was either wiped out by disease, famine, or warfare inflicted by the whites.”

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Table of Contents

Cover Page

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Notes from the Author

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty Two

Moons