What was she about to do?
Could she provoke with impunity the anger of the spirits of the dead?
Would not the Great Spirit bring terrible vengeance upon her head.

Ready to sink to the earth with terror, the words of the fairy of the waters reassured her.

"Can a Dahcotah woman want courage when she is to be forced to marry a man she hates ?" The tumult within is stilled--the strong beating of her heart has ceased--her hand is upon the handle of her knife, as the moonlight falls upon its glittering blade.
Too glorious a night for so dark a deed! See! they are confronted, the old man and the maiden! The tyrant and his victim; the slave dealer and the noble soul he had trafficked for! Pale, but firm with high resolve, the girl looked for one moment at the man she had feared--whose looks had checked her childish mirth, whose anger she had been taught to dread, even to the sacrificing of her heart's best hopes.
Restlessly the old man slept; perchance he saw the piercing eyes that were, fixed upon him, for he muttered of the road to the land of spirits.

Listen to him, as he boasts of the warrior's work.
"Many brave men have made this road.

The friend of the Thunder Birds was worthy.