“Spirit Warrior and I are joined together. I’ve moved into the home of his family. I’ll be taking my belongings now.”
Grandfather struggled to stand, and Spirit Warrior rushed to help him.
Father sneered. “Why would you do such a thing? You’re supposed to take a wife…everyone tolerates your friendship with the Ikwe-Inini, but you should really only use him as a second mate. You must have children. You disgrace your mother’s memory.”
“He is moving to the longhouse of the sachem,” Grandfather said loudly, leaning heavily against Spirit Warrior’s shoulder. “How dare you call this shaman a Woman-Man? He has been out fighting for the lives of our people, while you’ve been sitting in my longhouse drinking. Perhaps you are the disgrace, Weeping Willow.”
I forced myself to keep a blank express
