Chapter 22
Duncan looked from the still unconscious woman to Noah. “You knew.” He studied the narrow necklace. The beads were in a familiar pattern of two purple then one white, followed by another purple pair.
“I pledged my secrecy long ago.”
Duncan acknowledged Noah’s point with a weary nod. “Can you get a cool towel for her forehead?”
As Noah stepped out of the library, Madeline stirred. Her eyes slowly opened.
“Kahnyenkehaka,” he declared, using the Mohawk’s name for their tribe.
KahnyenkehakaMadeline hesitated, as if not understanding. “Sir?”
In answer Duncan raised the broken ribbon that had been around her neck.
“Sennihstyakitha,” he said. Your necklace.
SennihstyakithaHer hand shot to her throat, touching the beads. Her eyes flared. “You had no right!”
“I feared for your
