In a strange voice Eagle Feather said, "Mother?"
Frightened by his flat tone, she reached for him. But with the baby in her lap she could not get to him before Eagle Feather fell over on his side with his eyes shut.
She screamed.
She laid Floating Lily on the ground and picked up Eagle Feather. He lay limp in her arms, his head lolling, his mouth hanging open.
After all they had been through, this was more than she could bear. She burst into tears, her heart thudding like a deerskin drum.
"What is it?" She turned to Owl Carver. "Help him."
The shaman crouched over his grandson, looking down into his face, bending low to sniff his breath.
"Redbird, be very quiet. We must not wake him."
"What happened to him?" she whispered, trembling.
"This." He gestured to the open medicine bag that lay where he and Eagle Feather had been sitting. "He must have taken some bits of mushroom while we were looking up at the eagles."