Black Wolf: Oak Leaf, do you want to leave Black Wolf and Glory of the Morning to go with Half Moon over the Big Sea Water?
Oak Leaf (Looking up at her mother): O do I, mother?
Glory of the Morning: I cannot tell. I love you, Oak Leaf.
Oak Leaf (Withdrawing toward her father): Mother, make father Half Moon take you with us too.
Glory of the Morning: The Half Moon has told you that he no longer needs Glory of the Morning.
The Chevalier (Taking Oak Leaf's hand caressingly): Oak Leaf, you are too beautiful to wither and wrinkle here digging and grinding and stitching, though the handsomest brave of the Winnebago bought you for his squaw. Beyond the Big Sea Water you won't have to dig and grind and stitch. And sometime a noble brave of my nation will come in a blue suit with gold braid to the chateau and say: "I love Oak Leaf; will you give Oak Leaf to me?"
Oak Leaf (Gladly): And you'll give me to him, father! ... (Oak Leaf leans against her father, with a half frightened glance at Glory of the Morning.)
The Chevalier: You see, Glory of the Morning.
Glory of the Morning (With restraint): I will say good-bye to Oak Leaf.
Black Wolf: Red Wing, are you going with your sister and with Half Moon over the Big Sea Water?