Chapter Twenty
It was not soldiers who escorted Skanawati from the jail to the gallows but the remaining Iroquois. Duncan had been returned with the Onondaga after the death sentence had been decreed, but had been in the jail only a few minutes before McGregor permitted Old Belt to take Duncan’s place in the little stone structure. Now Old Belt led Skanawati from the jail with his Mohawk guard at his sides. McGregor followed a few steps behind, carrying the shackles that he had removed from his prisoner.
Skanawati, seeming to know Duncan was to be removed, had solemnly addressed his cellmate. “You must not grieve, McCallum. Know this,” he said, draping his strand of sacred beads over his own wrist. “On the night after I first met you and Conawago on the trail by Ligonier, I had a dream.
