“I thought he said he was a Jesuit.”
“No. He learned from the Jesuits. But he is fond of observing that they don’t know everything. He enjoys conversations with the European God, as he says, but his soul belongs to the ancient ones.”
“Still, our conversation gnaws at me. I must apologize to him.”
Duncan shrugged. “He’s disappeared like this many times before. He could be back in a week, or a month. Once, it was six months. The last time, he had to go see the great inland sea called Superior because he had a dream about it.” The words brought a stinging memory of his last conversation with Sarah.
“Indians seem to place a lot of stock in dreams.”
“Dreams are messages from the other side,” Duncan explained as he handed back the gourd. “And he’s been having many bad dreams lately.”
“They
