Chapter Ten
“Nai raxhottahyh!” the old man intoned over the fire of the Grand Council of the Iroquois. “Hail my grandfathers, hearken while your grandchildren cry to you, for the Great League grows old!”
“Nai raxhottahyh!Duncan sat in the shadows behind Conawago, watching, trying to catch the Haudenosaunee words as they were spoken. Conawago had warned him that nothing in the town that was the heart of the Iroquois world would be as it seemed. It would be simpler and more complex than Duncan expected, uglier and more beautiful, the old Nimpuc had declared. Any notion of a grand woodland palace had quickly disappeared when they reached the Onondaga village. Onondaga Castle on its face appeared to be just another worn palisaded town, not much larger than others he had seen. In fact it was
