"It is so wondrous," he said in a voice so low she had to strain to hear it over the wind whispering in the tree branches. "You are there with them. The White Bear, the Turtle. You see them, talk to them. You see the Tree of Life, the crystal lodge of the Turtle and the spirits of all living things. Why would anyone want to return?"
Redbird shivered. But she still envied him.
"Your hands are cold," White Bear said, and he put his arm around her and drew her close to nestle on his chest. She slid her hands under the leather vest he wore and felt the smooth warmth of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. How powerful his arms were around her. She thanked Earthmaker that White Bear had found the inner strength to return from that other land.
A new thought occurred to her. "What if you find that the land of the pale eyes holds you fast? Then you will never come back to me, and to the Sauk you will be dead."
He smiled gently and patted her shoulder. She pulled herself closer to him.
"Can the land of the pale eyes, altogether without spirits, hold me, when the spirits themselves could not?"
"I do not think so."
"Can the land of the pale eyes hold me, when Redbird is not in it? I do not think so."
Her body seemed to be melting. She wanted to flow together with White Bear as the Rock River flowed into the Great River.
His arms tightened around her. Then he raised his hand to brush the fringe of hair that fell over her forehead.