Morgan and James stood in the living room. They were dressed in fringed deerskin leggings and each wore a breechclout. Their long hair fell over their shoulders, held in place by a beaded headband. They were shirtless. They were waiting for Robert. He’d told them he had something special for them to wear.
James walked over to where Morgan stood and took Morgan’s hands in his. The two men looked into each other’s eyes. The moment had come. Soon they would walk together to the Lodge of Consecration. There they would become as one and fulfill the prophecy. Morgan felt no fear, only eager anticipation.
The door opened and Robert came in. He was dressed in the traditional garb of an Ojibwe shaman: a beaded shirt of animal hide that came to his knees over fringed deerskin leggings. Around his
