She showed such distress in the first days after his injury, and such happiness when he was out of danger and on the road to recovery that Isaac wondered at her.

She attended him with anxious solicitude; when she bathed and bandaged his wound her every touch was a tender caress; she sat by him for hours; her low voice made soft melody as she sang the Huron love songs.

The moments were sweet to Isaac when in the gathering twilight she leaned her head on his shoulder while they listened to the evening carol of the whip-poor-will.

Days passed and at length Isaac was entirely well.
One day when the air was laden with the warm breath of summer Myeerah and Isaac walked by the river.
"You are sad again," said Myeerah.
"I am homesick.

I want to see my people.