"Then go," said Marjory quickly. "And God bless you."
"Hi-ne-a-weh,[[1]] O, my sister. It is time. I have been delayed overlong. There were many things for Ta-wan-ne-ars to do before he could go. The affairs of the Long House required attention. The guard of the Western Door must be secured.. But from this day I shall turn my face to the setting sun, and the hunger in my heart will be satisfied—if the Great Spirit wills it, as I think He does."
[[1]] I thank you.
He would not step indoors for food, but insisted on walking back toward the Broad-Way with Master Burnet and me. At the Bowling Green we encountered Peter Corlaer. His huge belly waggled before him with the energy of his pace, and he was quite out of breath.
"Ha, Peter," the governor hailed him. "Well met, indeed. What hath earned us this honor?"
"I heardt Ta-wan-ne-ars was here," he panted. "I followedt him down rifer from Fort Orange."
"What does Corlaer wish?" asked Ta-wan-ne-ars.
The big Dutchman stammered and gurgled with embarrassment.
"I go with you," he gasped after much effort.
"But you know not whither I go," said Ta-wan-ne-ars.