Chapter 13We lay side by side with our clothing spread over us to protect against the spring air. For a long while, we were silent. Then I spoke of my hemblecha and told of seeing him—as a shambling bear—on his way home. I confessed my disappointment when he didn’t show up last year. I related the rest of my Spirit Dream and how Otter and I had puzzled over the meaning of it. The mention of Otter robbed him of his ease.
“I stopped by his farm and saw the burned-out cabin. Andre Tiller told me what happened. He also told me what you did. I was proud of you.”
“Then you should know the rest.”
After he heard me out, he pulled me hard against him. “I knew a warrior hid beneath those white man’s clothes. You did well. And no one suspects?”
“No one has come around asking questions. But Pa sus
