Priest and Sagamore, clergyman and Sachem, minister, ensign, Roya-neh--red men or white, all are consecrated before the Master of Life.

If in these Indians' eyes you are still to remain sacred, then must you promise yourself to me, little Lois.

And let the Sagamore perform the rite at once." "Betroth myself, Euan ?" "Yes, under the Rite of the Hidden Children.

Will you do this--so that my Indians can lay your hands upon their hearts?
Else they may turn from you now--perhaps prove hostile." "I had desired to have you take me from my mother's arms." "And so I will, in marriage--if she be alive to give you." "Then--what is this we do ?" "It is our White Bridal." "Summon the Sagamore," she said faintly.
And so it was done there, I prompting her with her responses, and the mysterious rite witnessed by the priesthood of two nations--Sachem and Sagamore, Iroquois and Algonquin, with the tall lodge-poles of the pines confirming it, and the pale ghost-flowers on the moss fulfilling it, and the stars coming one by one to nail our lodge door with silver nails, and the night winds, enchanted, chanting the Karenna of the Uncut Corn.
And now the final and most sacred symbol of betrothal was at hand; and the Oneida Sachem drew away, and the Yellow Moth and the Night Hawk stood aside, with heads quietly averted, leaving the Sagamore alone before us.

For only a Sagamore of the Enchanted Clan might stand as witness to the mystery, where now the awful, viewless form of Tharon was supposed to stand, white winged and plumed, and robed like the Eight Thunders in snowy white.
"Listen, Loskiel," he said, "my younger brother, blood-brother to a Siwanois.