“Peace be also with you, father.”
Her voice was contralto without gutturals.
“You come in good time, my daughter. It is long since I examined you in the faith and absolved you.”
“Think of my soul later, father; I come from the chief.”
“Where is the chief?”
“Étienne Annahotaha sends for you,” she replied grandly. “I am to show you the way.”
Dollier de Casson did not ask why Étienne Annahotaha sent for the priest instead of coming to the priest himself. The Huron chief disdained his wife’s relatives with savage frankness.
“Very good, my daughter. In the morning, then, we will set out.”
“Annahotaha begs that you will come at once, father.”