New Moon, sister to Chief Dancing Cloud is a warrior in her own right. She hardly notices the stupid white man whose life she saves in battle, but when James arrives in her village she is reminded of the troubling visions sent to her by the Great Spirit. She determines within her hart, even after a vision from the Great Spirit telling her otherwise, she will never belong to a white man and most assuredly not to this one.
And the angel of God spake unto me in a dream… and he said, “Lift up now thine eyes, and see…” Genesis 31: 11-12 K.J.V.
New Moon raised her arms high as she stretched up and out to the sky. A chill ran along her body and she shivered. She lowered her arms and wrapped them about her as she looked out at the tops of the pines and down to the valley below. She had been here, on this ledge of her beloved mountain, for two days. She heard the screech of an eagle and looked up.
Her husband had called her, “His little sparrow with the heart of an eagle.” If only he were here with her. But, he wasn’t, and so soon the other would arrive. If only she could soar like an eagle now, but she couldn’t. So, like the tiny sparrow, she will not be able to escape here fate.
In her vision she had seen a child growing within her belly. A tear ran down her cheek as she placed a hand to her flat stomach. As much as she had wanted to, as much as she had asked the Great Spirit, she had not been able to give him a child. Was her vision truly from the Great Spirit, or was all of this a cruel joke from the trickster? What could it all mean? What would it mean to her and to her people?
New Moon made her way down the side of the mountain to where her brother, Chief Dancing Cloud, waited. “Did the vision come to you?”
He sounded tired, as tired as New Moon felt. She massaged the tense muscles at the back of her neck. What lay ahead would not be easy. “Yes,” she answered and would have walked past but he put out a hand to stop her.
“The spirits tell you that there will be another. Your heart should be happy,” he insisted.
Logic! Her brother was always so logical. She looked past Dancing Cloud to the dawning horizon and blinked in an effort to control the tears that threatened once again to come to her eyes. “Yes, the spirits say he is coming. But I say to you, brother, I will not belong to another. My spirit is too strong. If this were not so I would have been able to give my husband a son.” She drew in a ragged, steadying breath. “I am a warrior.” Her resolve strengthened as her spine stiffened. Just saying the words gave her power. “If he had allowed me to go with him, he would not have died. I would have saved him from the white renegade.”
New Moon knew that Cloud felt her pain and anger as deeply as he felt his own. Yet his argument was always the same. The damp, cool breeze caressed her skin as the direction of the wind changed, and she shivered.
“You are a warrior, my sister,” he agreed. “But you are also a woman. You could not have saved your husband. The spirits were ready for him to come to them.” He pointed to her bandaged wrist. “It is not good that you still wear bandages on your arms. Your time of mourning is over. It is time to let the sad song from your heart. Think about the one the spirits are sending to you. That will make your song turn happy.”
New Moon looked at him. “I have been thinking about the one the spirits say is coming,” she answered before he had a chance to speak again. “I will belong to no man, my brother, and certainly never to a white man!”
Surprise leaped into Cloud’s eyes. “A white man?”
“Yes.” She felt better now. Her brother would understand. “The spirits send a white man. A man with hair the color of the great river’s clay and eyes the color of the summer sky. I will not belong to him!” New Moon stomped past, leaving Cloud to watch her retreating form while he wrestled with his own surprise and growing dread.
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