"More than a year, Eagle."
"And he died in battle?"
"He had a wound in his side. He was brought into the fort, and I took care of him."
She burst out weeping, and laughed and wept, the tears running down her face and wetting her bosom.
"My boy! My little son! You held him! He died like a man!"
I put her on the settle, and all the cloud left her in that tempest of rain. Afterwards I wiped her face with my handkerchief and she sat erect and still.
A noise of many birds came from the ravine, and winged bodies darted past the door uttering the cries of spring. Abbé Edgeworth sauntered by and she saw him, and was startled.
"Who is that?"
"A priest."
"When did he come?"