Brebeuf grimaced but said nothing as the captive men were separated. Those who hadn't flinched to the right and those that had screamed in pain, well, they were added to the pile to be buried later. He had done his research and knew what was coming next. Straightening his shoulders he swallowed hard, asking God for boldness he simply did not have.
"Peter," he interrupted the chief, "You cannot eat these men." Gesturing to the ones who had endured the first round of torture. "You are a Christian now - a child of God. We do not eat each other."
Chief Long Knife raised an eyebrow and then nodded, acknowledging he had heard Brebeuf's instruction. He hadn't intended to feast on flesh - not today. These men were to be adopted into the tribe, yet he held up his hand, repeating what Brebeuf had
