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Until then you must not leave this camp; and after the army marches you must not go outside this fort. Amochol's arm is long. His acolytes are watching. And now I think you understand at last." She nodded. Presently she rested her pale cheek on her arms and looked at the reddening edges of the woods. Northwest lay Catharines-town, so Mayaro said.
Be faithful to my faithless self that falters. Point out the path from your own strength and compassion.... I I must find my way to Catharines-town before I can give myself to thoughts of you to dreams of all that you inspire in me." "Listen, Lois. This fort is as far as you may go." "What!" "Truly, dear maid. It is not alone the perils of an unknown country that must check you here.
If she is there, and human power can save her, then is she saved already, by God's grace." She said in a quiet voice: "I must go with you. And that is why or partly why I asked you here tonight. Find me some way to go to Catharines-town. For I must go!" "Why not inquire of me the road to hell?" I asked impatiently. She said between her teeth: "Oh, any man might show me that. And guide me, too.
I have spoken with my Indians, and they believe this can be accomplished, because we have learned that on the last day of this month the secret and debased rites of the Onon-hou-aroria will be practiced at Catharines-town; and every Sorcerer will be there." "Do you propose to go out in advance on this business?" "It must be done that way, sir, if we can hope to destroy this Sorcerer.
"What is this?" said Lana sharply; but he lifted an impatient hand and went on in his quick, interested manner, to detail to me the plan he had conceived for striking Amochol at Catharines-town, in the very midst of the Onon-hou-aroria.
And in the morning I shall arise and look into the rising sun, and ask the same of the far god who made of me a Mohican, a Siwanois, and a Sagamore. Let these things be done, brother, ere our hatchets redden in the flames of Catharines-town. For," he added, naively, "it is well that God should know what we are about, lest He misunderstand our purpose." I assented gravely.
But of Yndaia I learned nothing, until the Sagamore informed me that Yndaia lay near Catharines-town. And, learning you were of the army, and that the army was bound thither, I followed you." "Why did you not tell me this at Poundridge? You should have camped with us," I said. "Because of my fear of men except red men. And I had already quite enough of your Lieutenant Boyd."
For what was done to Loskiel and to the Praying Mole, will be done to you all on the last day of this month, when the Dream Feast is held at Catharines-town! You shall die. And others shall die not as you, but on the red altar of the Great Sachem Amochol! Strangled, disemboweled, sacrificed to clothe Atensi!"
Below us lay a creek, its glittering thread visible here and there. The Great Warrior trail crossed it somewhere in that ravine. I drew the Mohican aside. "Sagamore," said I, "now is your time come. Now we depend on you. If it lay with us, not one white man here, not one Indian, could take us straight to Catharines-town; for the Great Warrior trail runs not thither.
It was the Dream Feast, Lois, but Amochol has made of it an orgy unspeakable, where human sacrifices are offered to the Moon Witch, Atensi, and to Leshi and the Stone-Throwers, and the Little People many of which were not goblins and ghouls until Amochol so decreed them." "When is this feast to be held in Catharines-town?" "On the last day of this month.
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