"Yes?"
"Does any one know of this?"
"No one but you and the Manitou."
"Then keep it hidden within your heart. Keep it until the Burning Cloud tells you to speak, and the dearest wish of your heart shall be gratified."
"Does she know?" he began asking, in confusion.
"She knows that you love the Little Raven, and she shall certainly be yours."
"But the pale-face?"
"The Raven hates him," and then, under her breath, "even as I love another."
"My sister will keep her promise?"
"Before the moon of the falling leaf, she shall be singing sweet songs of love in your wigwam, and for your ear alone."