Chapter 37: WINDS OF CHANGE

The Iroquois captives may have submitted to the fact they were now Wyandotte, but their blood ran Iroquois. Of those captured at the English fort, only the Iroquois men who had remained behind lived to tell about it. They were trained to be brave from childhood, masking any indication of pain while the white men had failed the test, instantly killed for their weakness.

Unlike most of the Wyandotte, they had not converted, watching in silence as the tribe grappled with the changes that had come. The changes were weakening them from within.

Chief Long Knife walked out into the clearing as yet other canoes filled with Frenchmen arrived. Unphased, he greeted the newcomers, holding out his brawny hand as he had seen the palefaces greet each other.

"Welcome," he said in French, Brown Sparrow, a most willing tutor. "I'm Peter Hendricks."

The Frenchman smiled at the friendly man before them, "The pleasure is ours. Who is your leader? We wish to speak with him..."