Though Mewanee’s heart was filled with courage, each morning found him paler and weaker. Yet not once did he complain nor did he ask for food or drink.
The great chief’s heart was filled with pity when on the tenth morning he saw his son stretched pale and still at his feet.
“FAIL NOT, MY SON,” SAID THE CHIEF
“Fail not, my son,” said the chief. “Only two days more, and you will go home in the honor and glory of the brave.
“The Great Spirit will continue to protect you, and you will go home to your people, the victor of a great battle.”
On the twelfth day the chief went into the forest having food and drink for Mewanee.
Not a word was said. The chief looked at his son with the light of gladness in his eyes. The fast was ended and his son was the victor.
With food and drink, strength returned and Mewanee was able to walk with his father to his people.
As he walked through the forest the birds seemed to sing a song of praise. The trees seemed to nod to him and to wish him well.