Black Wolf: Neither Oak Leaf nor Red Wing is a mere papoose to be snatched from the mother's back.
The Chevalier: The Half Moon shares Black Wolf's pride in the Half Moon's children.
Black Wolf (Pointing to the discarded cradle-board): The mother long since loosened the thongs that bound them to the cradle-board, propped against the wigwam.
The Chevalier: And when she unbound the thongs of the cradle-board they learned to run toward their father.
Black Wolf: But invisible thongs may now bind them round, which even the Half Moon might not break, without rending the flesh from their bones and preparing sorrows and cares for his head.
The Chevalier: Let us have done, Black Wolf.
Black Wolf: Thongs which none could break, unless Oak Leaf and Red Wing themselves should first unbind them. (To the children.) Will Oak Leaf, will Red Wing unbind the mystic thongs of clan and home? Let the children decide.
The Chevalier: Black Wolf is wise. My children are babes no longer. They can think and speak.
Black Wolf: Let them speak....