Dark Star blanched, instinctively placing a hand on her womb. Smallpox was deadly - and contagious.
"I need a miracle!" Dancing Turtle now wept. "I will believe in your God. Please help us..."
Brebeuf nodded, "Only God can help your child now..."
Shoulders quivering, Dancing Turtle wept.
Joining Brebeuf in prayer, Dark Star held Dancing Turtle close, unaware that their prayers were too late. The baby was already gone.
"She is in Heaven," Brebeuf whispered, shocked at how quickly the infant had succumbed to the plague. "I am so very sorry for your loss."
Dancing Turtle stared at Brebeuf in disbelief, before running the two steps toward the table where her baby lay, no longer breathing. A low, piteous wail escaped her lips as she tenderly scooped up her first and only child's lifeless
