_One day I will._

"Now you shall see our new shaman," Owl Carver declared. He stepped back
and pulled aside the buffalo-fur curtain that covered the door of his
wickiup.

A tall young man came out, stooping to pass through the doorway and then
standing straight before the people. Redbird's heart beat faster, and
she half rose to her feet.

His slender body, despite the cold, was bare to the waist. Redbird
gasped as she saw what was on his chest.

Five long, deep scratches, side by side. The blood had dried and turned
black. Five long black marks down the middle of his pale chest, running
almost from the base of his neck to the bottom of his rib cage.

Cries of awe and wonder arose from the people. They had all seen such
marks, sometimes scratched in the bark of trees, sometimes on the
half-eaten bodies of animals found in the forest in summer.

The claw marks of a bear.

And now his name was White Bear. She whispered it to herself. Her eyes
saw nothing but the shining slender form, and her ears heard nothing but
the sound of his name.

4

Master of Victoire

Raoul threw himself into the lake, the giant Potawatomi chief Black
Salmon roaring behind him. The water resisted his legs like molasses.
Black Salmon seized Raoul's neck, cutting off his breath. Strangling, he
was helpless as the Potawatomi dragged him back to shore.

The huge Indian's whip tore into Raoul's back. Raoul felt the skin
ripping and the blood running. He was nothing but a helpless lump of
bleeding flesh, paralyzed with pain.

Other Potawatomi had torn Helene's clothes off. The warriors danced
around her on the beach as she cowered, white skin, shining blond hair,
trying to cover herself.

The Indian bucks were naked, too, and flaunted their erect purple cocks,
big as war clubs. One of them darted into the circle and bit a piece out
of poor Helene's shoulder. Bright red blood flowed down her arm.

Raoul ran to save his sister. He broke away from Black Salmon and fought
his way through the Potawatomi warriors around her. She lay on her back
on the sand, twisting her body from side to side in pain. Hideous bite
wounds all over her body lay open like red mouths silently screaming.
One breast was covered with blood.

The Indians fell upon Raoul. They had their scalping knives out and they
threw him down on the ground beside Helene. Black Salmon caught up with
him and whipped him till every inch of his body was slashed. The
reds