Not a tear dimmed her eye as she promised all he asked.
"There is one thing, my wife," he said, "which still keeps my spirit on earth.

My soul cannot travel the road to the city of spirits--that long road made by the bravest of our warriors--while it remembers the body which it has so long inhabited shall be buried far from its native village.

Your words were wise when you told me I had not strength to travel so far, and now my body must lie far from my home--far from the place of my birth--from the village where I have danced the dog feast, and from the shores of the 'spirit lakes' where my father taught me to use my bow and arrow." "Your body shall lie on the scaffold near your native village," his wife replied.

"When I turn from this place, I will take with me my husband; and my young children shall walk by my side.

My heart is as brave now as it was when I took the life of the medicine man.