"I cannot help that, as you know, Xingudan."
"I do not blame you, but there is something of which Heraka is ignorant."
"What is it?"
"Waditaka is now the adopted son of the wise and good Inmutanka."
"But the orders of Heraka are strict and stern."
"The rite of adoption is sacred. Until Waditaka himself chooses to change he is a Sioux and must be treated as a Sioux."
"The consent of Heraka was not secured for the adoption."
"It was impossible to reach him. The laws of the Sioux have not been violated. Waditaka is a brave young warrior. The fire shall not touch him. A winter great and terrible is upon us and it may be before it is over that we shall need him much. He is a brave young warrior and few of them are left now in the village. I am old, Roka, and the old as they draw near to Manitou and all the gods and spirits that people the air, hear many whispers of the future. A voice coming from afar tells low in my ear that before the snow and ice have gone Waditaka, who was born white but who is now a Sioux, the adopted son of Inmutanka, will save us all."
"And does Xingudan see that?"
"Yes, Roka, I see it."