Chapter 19
September. The month when the deer beat the ground with their hoofs.
The first purple light of morning was filtering through the upper opening of the tepee. Forest Flower had already revived the fire and prepared breakfast: the scent of pemmican delighted Thorald's nostrils and his awakening.
Leaning on his elbow he saw Great Eagle in the corner of tepee brushing his wife's hair. His gestures were gentle and full of tenderness, as if he were showing all his love. Thorald stayed still, breathing quietly, so as not to disturb them.
"Today is a good day to take you hunting!" said Great Eagle when he realized that he was looking at them. The Viking stood up quickly, looking at him with a sleepy and surprised expression.
"Hunting?" he inquired as he took his seat by the fire, to
