"I have been sick, haven't I? But I have been sitting by this fire nearly all night, trying to understand. I knew I was alone, because Cousin Philippe and Ernestine—I want Paul!"
I looked at the floor, and must have appeared miserable. She passed her hands back over her forehead many times as if brushing something away. "If he died, tell me."
"I held him, Eagle."
"They didn't kill him?"
"No."
"Or scalp him?"
"The knife never touched him."
"But—"
"It was in battle."
"My child died in battle? How long have I been ill?"