"No."
"Why wasn't I killed?"
"The Indians regarded you with superstition."
"What have I said and done?"
"Nothing, madame, that need give you any uneasiness."
"But what did I say?" she insisted.
"You thought you were a Cloud-Mother."
"A Cloud-Mother!" She was astonished and asked, "What is a Cloud-Mother?"
"You thought I was Paul, and you were my Cloud-Mother."
"Did I say such a foolish thing as that?"