“The people are more drawn toward their queen than ever,” he said; “she can stir their hearts as the wind ruffles the water.”
She smiled proudly. Better than he did she understand the power in her hands; his generous nature could not conceive the use which she intended to make of it.
“The chief has heard that before many moons the tribe will go out on the war-path,” she said.
He bowed his head.
“This time Mahaska will lead them,” she exclaimed; “she is weary of leading the life of a squaw.”
He looked at her in astonishment.
“The queen will do more wisely to stay at home and consult with the old chiefs,” he said; “her wisdom will aid the warriors.”
Her eyes flashed; she laid the babe down upon her knees again.
“The Great Spirit has warned Mahaska,” she said; “will Gi-en-gwa-tah teach her duty after that?”
He was silent, and she went on: