"Starting here."
Bear spirit, walk with me on the Trail of Souls.
Little Crow said, "What do they say, White Bear? Are they going to kill us?"
"It is our fate to have fallen into the hands of a bad man," said White Bear. Having to tell them hurt him all the more. It grieved him that these two good men must die along with him, their lives thrown away because of a bit of bad luck.
"We were fools to come here," said Three Horses.
"Not fools—braves," White Bear reassured him. "A man who gives his life to protect his people is never a fool. Whether or not he succeeds."
"You are a prophet, White Bear," said Little Crow.
Raoul was staring at White Bear's chest. White Bear wondered if his heart was beating so hard that Raoul could see it hammering.
"Look at those scars. Looks like a bear tried to get you a long time ago. Too bad he didn't finish you, would have saved me the trouble."
White Bear would not talk about anything sacred with Raoul. He looked back at him silently.