wife to go on with her story, then gently forced her to turn around to face him. Her eyes were tightly closed. He wiped the tears away from her cheeks. 'Tell me the rest of this,' he commanded, his voice as soft as a gentle wind.
Merry nodded. She tried to take a step back, but Black Wolf increased his hold. 'Your son awakened and began to moan. He was in terrible pain, husband. Gray Cloud rushed over to our son. He pulled his knife and was about to kill White Eagle. I screamed and edged closer, as close as the rope binding my hands and legs would allow. I cursed Gray Cloud, trying to goad him into turning his anger on me. My plan distracted him. He used his fist to silence me, so fiercely I fell backwards. The blow made me sleep, and when I next opened my eyes I saw a white woman kneeling beside me.
She held White Eagle in her arms. Christina, her baby, was sleeping on the ground next to the woman. Black Wolf, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me until my son opened his eyes and looked at me. He was alive. It was the white woman who saved him, husband. Her knife was in Gray Cloud's back.
'I didn't know where she'd come from until I remembered the wagons trailing below the ridge. I trusted her, too, from the very beginning, because of the way she held our son. I begged her to take White Eagle away before Gray Cloud's followers returned from their raid. The woman wouldn't leave me, no matter how much I protested. She helped me onto her horse, lifted my son into my arms, then led us into the forest, carrying her own child in her arms. The woman didn't speak again until we stopped to rest many hours later.'
'The gods favored us that day, for the renegades didn't chase after us. Jessica, the white woman, thought they might have been killed by the people they attacked. We found a cabin high in the hills and wintered there. Jessica took care of us. She spoke the missionary's English, yet all the words sounded very different to me. When I remarked upon this, Jessica explained that she had come from a distant land called England.'
'What happened to this woman?' Black Wolf asked, frowning intently.
'When spring arrived, White Eagle was well enough to travel again. Jessica was going to take Christina back down into the valley, and I was going to bring your son home to you. The day before we planned to leave, Jessica went out to collect the traps she'd set the day before. She didn't return. I went searching for her. She was dead,' Merry whispered. 'A mountain bear had caught her unawares. It was a terrible death. Her body was mangled, barely recognizable. She shouldn't have died in such a way, Black Wolf.'
'And this is why you have the white child with you?' Black Wolf asked, though he was already nodding over his own conclusions.
'Jessica and I became sisters in our hearts. She told me all about her past, and I shared my own with her. We made a promise to each other. She gave me her word that if anything happened to me, she'd find a way to bring White Eagle back to you. I also gave her a promise.'
'You wish to take the child back to the whites?' Black Wolf asked.
'I must raise Christina first,' Merry announced.
Black Wolf looked stunned by his wife's statement. Merry waited a moment before continuing. 'Jessica didn't want Christina to go home to this place called England until she was fully grown. We must make Christina strong, husband, so that when she does return to her people, she'll be able to survive.'
'I don't understand this promise,' Black Wolf confessed, shaking his head.
'I learned all about Jessica's family. She was running away from her mate. She told me this evil man tried to kill her.'
'All white men are evil,' Black Wolf stated.
Merry nodded. She didn't agree with her husband, yet she wanted to placate him. 'Every day Jessica would open a book she called her journal and write inside it. I promised to keep this book for Christina and give it to her when she's ready to go home.'
'Why did this man try to kill his wife?'
'I don't know,' Merry confessed. 'Jessica believed she was a weak woman, though. She spoke of this flaw often, and she begged me to make Christina as strong as a warrior. I told her all about you, but she told me little about her mate. Jessica had the sight, husband. She knew all along she would never see her daughter raised.'
'And if I'm against this plan?' Black Wolf asked.
'Then I must leave,' Merry answered. 'I know you hate the whites, yet it was a white woman who saved your son. My daughter will prove to be just as courageous in spirit.'
'Her daughter,' Black Wolf corrected, his voice harsh.
Merry shook her head. Black Wolf walked past her to stand next to the river. He stared out into the night a long while, and when he finally turned back to Merry, his expression was hard. 'We will honor this promise,' he announced.
Before Merry could show her gratitude, Black Wolf raised his hand. 'Sunflower has been wife for three summers now and still hasn't given her husband a child. She will take care of this white-skinned baby. If my sister isn't willing, another will be found.'
'No, we must raise her,' Merry insisted. 'She's my daughter now. And you must also take a hand in this, Black Wolf. I promised to make Christina as strong as a warrior. Without your guidance-'
'I want you back, Merry,' Black Wolf said. 'But I won't allow this child into my home. No, you ask too much of me.'
'So be it,' Merry whispered. Her shoulders sagged with defeat.
Black Wolf had lived with Merry long enough to recognize that her stubborn determination was now asserting itself. 'What difference will it make if she is raised by you or by another?'
'Jessica died believing you and I would raise her daughter. The child must be taught the skills needed to survive in the white man's world. I bragged to Jessica about your strength, husband, and I-'
'Then we'll never send her back,' Black Wolf interjected.
Merry shook her head. 'I would never ask you to break your word. How can you ask me to dishonor my pledge now?'
Black Wolf looked furious. Merry started to cry again. 'How can you still want me for your wife? I have been used by your enemy. I would have killed myself if I hadn't had White Eagle with me. And now I'm responsible for another child. I can't let anyone else raise her. In your heart, you know I'm right. I think it would be better if I took Christina away. We'll leave tomorrow.'
'No.' Black Wolf shouted the denial. 'I have never stopped loving you, Merry,' he told her. 'You will return to me this night.'
'And Christina?' Merry asked.
'You'll raise her,' he conceded. 'You may even call her daughter, but she belongs only to you. I have only one child. White Eagle. I will allow Christina into my tipi because her mother saved my son's life. But this child will have no meaning in my heart, Merry. I will ignore her completely.'
Merry didn't know what to make of her husband's decision. She did return to him that night, however, and carried her daughter with her.
Black Wolf was a stubborn man. He proved to be as good as his word, too. He did set out to ignore Christina thoroughly.
It was, however, a task that grew more challenging with each passing day.
Christina always fell asleep next to her brother. Yet each morning, when Black Wolf opened his eyes, he found the baby girl snuggled up between him and his wife. She was always awake before he was, and always staring up at him.
The child simply didn't understand he was ignoring her. Black Wolf would frown when he found her watching him so trustingly. Christina would immediately imitate his expression. If she'd been older, he would have thought she dared to mock him. But she was only a baby. And if she hadn't been white-skinned, he knew he'd find amusement in the way she trailed after his son. Why, he might even have been pleased by the baby's arrogant swagger.
Then Black Wolf would remember Christina didn't exist inside his mind. He'd turn his back on the child and leave his tipi, his mood as black as rain clouds.
The days blended into full weeks as the tribe waited for their chief to call Merry before the council. But Gray Eagle watched his son-in-law, waiting to see if he could accept Christina.
When Black Wolf separated his son from Christina, Merry knew something had to be settled. The baby didn't understand what was happening, of course, and spent most of her waking hours crying. She became extremely
