Marion family--that
you are my son."

_He is proud that I am his son._ White Bear's anger faded and he felt a
warmth toward this man who wanted to give him a name. He decided that if
Star Arrow could have two names, so could he.

"What is my pale eyes' name to be, Father?"

Star Arrow put his hand on White Bear's shoulder. "I wish you to be
called Auguste de Marion. Auguste is a very old name. It means
'consecrated,' a sacred person, and that is a good name for one who has
seen a vision and wishes to be a shaman. Say it after me. Auguste."

"O-goose."

As they rode on through the de Marion lands, people called out from
cabins. Mounted men, who saluted Pierre with a wave of their hands, rode
among herds of cattle and horses.

_Dozens of horses!_ Auguste thought, realizing he was seeing wealth that
would amaze any man of the British Band.

Farther along they passed fields fenced off with logs split in two and
piled one on top of the other. Sheep roamed over low hills and cropped
the prairie grass to its very roots. Inside a smaller plot huge gray and
pink pigs rolled in mud beside a pond.

They passed fields planted with crops. The whole village of Saukenuk
with all the farmland around it would fit into one of those fields. He
recognized one crop, corn. Corn as far as he could see. How much corn
could the de Marions eat? They must be a huge tribe.

As they rode along, Pierre said, "One more thing for you to know,
Auguste. You will meet the rest of your family today--your grandfather
and your aunt, my sister." He stopped his horse. Auguste reined up his
pony and waited. Unhappiness dragged down the lines in Pierre's face.

"I must tell you that I also have a brother, your uncle, who--" He
hesitated. "Who may not be friendly to you."

"Why?" Auguste asked.

"Thirteen summers ago another sister of mine and he were captured by the
Potawatomi during the war between the British and the Americans. My
sister was murdered by them. Raoul, my brother, suffered greatly until
we found him and ransomed him. He hates not just the Potawatomi, but all
red men. He did not wish me to bring you back here to our home."

"I do not understand," said Auguste. How could a man hate all tribes
because of what the men of one tribe had done to him? Again he realized
what a mystery the pale eyes were, and he felt fear.

Pierre said, "He probably will not be there when we arrive. I had to
tell you about Raoul, but I do not want you to