Go, you are free." She turned her face away.

Isaac's head whirled in his amazement.

He could not believe his ears.

He looked closely at her and saw that though her face was calm her throat swelled, and the hand which lay over the neck of her pony clenched the bridle in a fierce grasp.
Isaac glanced at Thundercloud and the other Indians near by.

They sat unconcerned with the invariable unreadable expression.
"Myeerah, what do you mean ?" asked Isaac.
"The words of Cornplanter cut deep into the heart of Myeerah," she answered bitterly.